Say she needs it behind and in front all I want is her.

He sat behind the wheel just staring at the girl with the red, silky, hair strutting towards the front of the

School. She was pretty. Luminous porcelain skin, high cheek bones and plump, soft lips. She could

Make any guy kick and scream for her love.

As she did with him.

She was halfway towards the door

When a teacher came and called her name. She paused and turned around; confusion swirling in

Her amber eyes.

Who ever the male teacher was she seemed surprised and happy to see him.

But he, sitting behind the wheel did not. The teacher was Caucasian, tall and wore a brown

Blazer. His handsome face was twisted in an almost nice looking smile. Smiling at her!

And then the fever hit him again. That damn tingling he got in his body. Hotness ran through his veins

And he like if his whole body was on fire and his collar was choking him. She looked so

Gorgeous for any one to see her. He wanted her. She was his and only his

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It was dark and the wind howled as it slipped between the cracks of the trucks door.

She was sitting on his lap. Legs streched out far hugging his waist, kissing his neck desperately.

"My gosh I like you so much." She moaned.

He was hard. He had been going off sneaking around with this girl for the past three days and so far, she had excited him more than a mature, more beautiful woman ever could.

And she was just a girl.

"Tell me you love me." He demanded, unbuttoning his pants and bringing out his thick, rigid, member.

He slid his hands up her skirt. There was no underwear, he'd gotten rid of that a long time ago. He grasped her hips and brought her down on him so just the head of his throbbing penis rubbed her.

"Tell me you love me and you can have it all." He whispered against her ear in long, ragged breathing. He wanted her as much as she wanted him and his only weakness was if she begged.

She shook her head. "I don't love."

"And I can't fuck. Tell me you love me honey. Please, just say it even if you don't mean it. Feel me."

He pushed in a bit feeling her wetten walls stretch and embrace in desperation. Pulling him in deeper. Wanting to consume every inch of him.

He withdrew.

She moaned.

"Just say it baby."

"I love you!" She moaned desperately

That was all he needed.

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The devil was definately in him.

The loaded gun felt heavy against his hand.

He felt the quietness in his truck. Could hear his own breathing caressing the walls. Inspiring some noise.

He turned on the radio and Aerosmith’s "Crazy" bumped the walls.

He was sure she would hear him.

His hand went to the handle of the window and he rolled it down quickly. The cold air hit him straight in

The face.

He pulled the loaded revolver out his window. Using his right eye for aim he pointed the gun at the

Girl. She was smiling and laughing. No idea of what was about to happen.

"Yeah"

He heard her say.

He pulled the trigger.

He didn’t see were it hit her. Probably somewhere in the back.

Every frame in his eye went slow as he watched.

She threw her head back and spewed out beautiful crimson blood

That looked extravagant dripping down her lips. The young teacher was screaming and was running inside the

Building. Typical.

She dropped to the floor and a river of red cracked the pavement.

He breathed hard. And threw the gun on the other seat then turned on the ignition and drove up to the

School where his beautiful Magdalene laid. He got out of his car and walked towards her.

He leaned down and took a look at her face. She wasn’t dead. He could tell.

Picking her up,

He took her to his truck and laid her on the seat beside him. He got inside the car and

Pulled away from school.

She was his now.