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For my wife, Ellen, the source of my inspiration.



Physical violence always made him feel better. He wiped the blood off his fists with the kid’s tee shirt and then tossed the broken body in the trunk along with the bag of clothes. He sat and waited for his heart rate to return to normal. Yes, he was definitely feeling better. The beating had purged his system of two negative emotions—jealousy and hate. The young man in the trunk had the misfortune to incite both at once.

The kid’s first mistake was to catch Marta’s eye. Not that that was particularly difficult to do. Marta’s lust for young boys seemed inexhaustible, and it was a full-time job to keep those boys properly intimidated. It was bad enough that Marta liked to tease him with her flirtations, but to find the two of them together like that, in the kitchen, Marta’s skirt hiked up to her chin and that Mexican kid’s pants down around his ankles. It made him want to open the trunk and pound the broken body a few more times. And that was just the jealousy part.

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