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Serial 1

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The frat boy pressed his back against the wall, next to the\nclosed door. Tried to control his breathing. Felt his heart pounding in his\nthroat, breathing in ragged gasps. His hands clenched white knuckled on the\ncoil of rope....

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In one of the college apartments upstairs he could hear her\nfootsteps. Moving from one room to another. Cheap apartments, four in a group.\nQuadplexes, they call them. Floors so flimsy every step can be counted by\nanyone in the building. And window blinds so cheap and flimsy you could see\nthrough them, or around them, with binoculars. From his frat house across the\nstreet. He'd been watching. Planning. Studying her in her bedroom. Seeing her\nas she dressed. Undressed. Slept. The image of her nude body burned it's way\ninto his mind. The decision to kill had come slow and hard. But once made, the\nrest was easy. The method.....no question there. Just cover your tracks\nafterwards. But don't be a fanatic about it.

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So he stood in the basement laundry room of a cheap\nquadplex. Panting and sweating with excitement and summer heat. Listening as\nsomewhere upstairs, in her apartment, she moved from room to room. They were\nalone in the building. He had watched carefully. Planned. Moved when the time\nwas right. He was waiting in the basement laundry. Her noose was already tied.\nThe rope ran over a heavy pipe at the ceiling, in the middle of the room. He\nheld both ends in his hands, behind the door. She wouldn't see it as she\nentered the room. And now he waited.

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He heard the sound of her apartment door open. Her footsteps\non the creaky stairs to the basement. The door next to him opened. He stood\nbehind it. Through the crack at the hinge side he caught a glimpse of her.\nShort blonde hair. Carrying a laundry basket. And ( his heart slammed against\nhis chest ) wearing cut off jeans and a bikini top. Neon pink, halter style,\ntied at the back and the neck. She walked straight across the room to a washing\nmachine. He moved silently behind her. Filled with the thrill and terror of it\nall. Almost not believing he was really doing it. She set the basket down on\ntop of the machine. He dropped the noose over her head from behind. Moving\nfast, he pulled the other end of the rope tight, and moved back across the\nroom, past the pipe the rope was over, pulling her with him. She gasped as the\nrope dropped around her neck, and then it was too tight to breathe. She never\ndid scream. He held the rope with both hands and lunged across the room. She\nwas dragged back from the washer, both hands at her throat, and jerked clear of\nthe floor. He tied his end to another pipe along the wall. And stood and\nwatched.

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She hanged in the center of the room. Eyes wide. Fingers at\nher throat, trying to get beneath the rope. The knot was straight behind her\nhead. Her long legs and bare feet swung forward and back, like a mermaid\nswimming. She made a quiet gargle noise. He moved behind her and with shaking\nfingers untied her bikini top. Reached around in front of her, between her\nelbows. Grabbed the fabric and pulled it away from her. He briefly felt the\nsoft warm flesh of her breasts as he jerked the cloth away. She was kicking her\nlegs now. One leg kicked back while the other leg kicked forwards. Her bare\nfeet reaching for the floor. She moved her hands away from her throat and\ngripped the rope above the hangmans noose. Her breasts swayed and bounced,\nnipples huge and hard. Tried to lift herself with her hands, her chests heaving\nwith the effort. He stood against the wall. Mesmerized. Watched her. Watched\nher moving breasts. Her flailing legs. Her wide eyes, and gasping silent mouth.\nHe tried to control his breathing. His chest was heaving as hard as hers.

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He sunk to his knees and watched while she held on to the\nrope and stopped flailing her legs. Hanged still with her knees bent up a\nlittle in front of her. Her face had a hint of blue under her tan. She pressed\nher knees together and lifted her legs a little, thrust them slowly down.\nAgain. And again. She's cumming! his mind screamedl. Her body trembled and\nshook. Her nipples jigged on the ends of her swaying breasts.

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Then her hands started to slide slowly down the rope. Past\nthe coils of the noose, down to her shoulders, and then her arms went limp and\nflopped down. Her hands caught briefly on her breasts, making her nipples\nbounce as her arms slipped free. Then her arms laid straight at her sides,\nbending slowly at the elbows a little, back and forth. Her legs dangled\nstraight down, her bare feet twitching. The rope stretched her slender neck\nimpossibly long, making her head look down between her breasts. Her eyes were\nalmost closed.

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Slowly her hands clenched into fists at her side. Her toes\ncurled into tight little balls. Her body was racked with a spasm that made her\nlegs flail out once move, and her breasts bounce heavily. She mermaid kicked\nonce more, and then went perfectly limp. And hanged perfectly straight and\nstill.

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The rope over the pipe creaked softly. Somewhere, in the\ndistance, a dog barked. He crawled weakly to his feet and staggered from the\nbasement. Somewhere soon, he would do this again. He knew that. In the laundry\nroom, she hanged in her noose from her pipe. Her bare breasts motionless,\nnipples still hard, her long legs\ndangling from the hem of her cutoff jeans, her toes pointed straight at the\nfloor. At her sides, her fingers were curled into loose half fists. The rope\ncreaked softly again.

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