Hurbert really hated women. They had made him feel like the lowest form of life with their constant degrading comments and insults. They usually made him the focus of any humiliating remark that they could create.
At forty-two Hubert was over weight, out of shape and noticably balding. He also seemed to have a unique odor that just could not be shaken. He could (and did) scrub every square inch of his body daily. Nevertheless, the scent became his personal cloak of identification, and women often let him know that they could " smell him coming."
Then he met Felicia. She was a whole new experience for him. During the past month they had gone out to dinner, movies, dancing and some concerts. Felicia never seemed disappointed in the way that Hubert was constructed. In fact, it looked like the relationship was finally going to get intimate.
Hubert was stoked. Felicia wasn't the gorgeous woman that he'd even seen, but she was certainly better than anyone he'd ever been with before. Raven-haired, petite and attentive, he knew that she was probably the that could fulfill his needs.
After dinner on Saturday, they ended up back at his place for a night cap. Felicia made it very clear that she intended to stay the night, and Hubert wasn't about to argue the point. At bedtime, Hubert settled himself under the covers while Felicia went into the bedroom to make her final preparations for the evening.
Evaluating her image in the mirror, Felicia fixed her hair and made sure that she was beautiful as she could be. She slipped out of her date clothes and wiggled into the black teddy she had brought along for the occasion. Finally, shifting through the items in her purse, she took out three razor blades. She slipped one between her teeth and gum, then placed the other two where they would be easily accesible once she got into bed. She hadn't been able to find an easy victim for the last three months, and she had every intention of giving Hubert the experience of a lifetime.
Hubert heard her finishing up in the bathroom and waited breathlessly for her arrival. He reached under her pillow one more time to touch his hunting knife. Hubert still really hated women. He hadn't been able to find an easy victim for the last three months, and he was going to give Felicia the experience of a lifetime.
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