The Lustful Inhabitant Trilogy
By Arla Coopa
Copyright 2013 Arla Coopa
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Cameron Puchan had killed man. It wasn’t self-defense, but there were those who’d say it was justified. Fifteen years ago, at 21, he’d been responsible for his age. He had a decent job and was taking night classes to get an even better one. He had a live-in girlfriend, Lacy, who was in the same boat, working and going to school. He thought she had the same morels. He was dead wrong on that one.
They’d lived on the fourth story of an apartment building. He’d come home early from work one day to find her in the bedroom with his best friend, Paul, who lived in the same building two floors down. Maybe Cameron would have been a little less enraged had he just seen the two of them beneath the covers. Maybe he would have just stormed out and beat the crap out of Paul later and told Lacy to pack her things. But, the twist life sent him was a much sharper curve than that. They were at a profile. Lacy was on her hands and knees with her back arched so that her butt was propped up like proud show dog. Paul was just about to slide into to her. Cameron got the unexpected pleasure of seeing him smack into her with a clapping sound a few times, before they noticed him there. In a more kind twist of fate, Lacy ran by him before he’d gathered his wits enough to take action. Unfortunately, Paul was dumb enough to try and get dressed first. Cameron couldn’t really afford a gun at the time, but he could afford an aluminum bat, which he kept in the closet. He grabbed that bat, not really thinking about killing anyone, just wanting to hurt the dirty bastard. He swung and Paul ducked, which was also unfortunate, because had he stayed upright the metal slugger would have probably caught him in the shoulder. Instead, the edge caught him just perfectly in the temple. To make things worse, Cameron hadn’t been swinging to get on base; he’d been going for a homerun. A piece of skull had shot into Paul’s brain, and Paul had died.