David Westerfield lies awake at night dreaming of that pleasurable moment when he will finally have his way with the woman who has so affected him, so driven him wild, so set afire his libido,...8 year old Danielle van Dam.
Of course he hasn't done this kind of thing before, but boy oh boy, he just can't wait to get her alone in his bed. Oh the things he's going to do to her. Of course actual vaginal penetration and copulation aren't possible, but all those "other" possibilities are just driving poor Dave wild with desire.
Breasts? Who needs 'em! No, Dave has been waiting his chance driven wild to the point of infinite ecstasy by torrid child pornography he's downloaded.
But enough dreaming for Dave, tonight he'd better head back to Dad's and at least make it look like he likes older women. Of course that's only a front, an alibi, an excuse for the really dastardly deed he's about to commit.
So Dave starts to plan. Being an intelligent fellow (albeit driven wild by the nubile flesh of this young tart) he decides that his best plan ever is to secretly sneak into the van Dam house in the middle of the night unnoticed and make off with her. Dave decides this is the best plan ever even though he knows instinctively that he's never been in their house, doesn't know his way around in the dark, doesn't know where her bedroom is or even if she's there, or that he might be discovered by the family and have to kill them all to protect his identity.
Yes indeed. This is the best plan ever!
Of course Dave forgets momentarily that being in his fifties his prostate is going to send send him an urgent message to urinate especially after a night of pretty heavy drinking. But no matter, he'll just hide in a closet or somewhere until he's ready to make his move. He'll just hold it!
Dave, being an incredible dumbass takes her back to his place for hot sex, forgetting for the moment that eventually the cops are gonna come knocking sometime. No matter, he'll clean everything up. Let's see, hair, fibers, blood, saliva, semen, urine, no problem. A little Fantastic here and there and presto, clean again.
Hey Dave, haven't you forgotten something??? You've killed her, but now you've got a body on your hands!!! Time to get rid of the corpus delicti.
Poor Dave, his brain comes unglued. He drives around with her body for hours trying to figure out what to do. Then he has a brilliant revelation!! He'll just dump her out on a roadside where she'll be found and he can leave an excellent crime scene for the police. That's it!! He'll challenge the police to catch him!!
But then he thinks maybe I should just bury her in the desert where she'll never be found, or maybe I should drop her the ocean, or dismember her, or immolate her so she can't be identified. Naw, let's just dump her and go home so he can download some more porn!!
What a shlub!!
I say roast him in hot oil, the Rack,..the Rack., the ironmaiden, arrows at fifty paces, drawn and quartered in the public square, hanging, shooting, electrocution, the needle, a smart bomb,...but of course these are all too good for him.
But then again,...what if he really didn't do it after all???
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