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Serial Rapist
Mel Waldman
In the past month, four women had been raped early in the morning in Central Park. In each case, the rapist attacked the victim while she was jogging. After overpowering and almost killing her, he carried the unconscious woman deeper into the park and raped her. He left her alive for the shrinks and docs to cure her traumatized psyche and body.
The police warned female joggers to run in groups. Yet the statuesque blonde chose to jog alone just before dawn on this August day. It was still dark but the sun would rise in ten minutes.
After jogging for five minutes, she heard the sounds of another jogger behind her. Glancing back, she saw him rushing toward her. Suddenly, she ran off.
He chased her for miles and eventually, he reached and grabbed her, struggling with her as a golden sun rose above the park. But he could not overpower her or hurt her. The gorgeous blonde was strong and lethal. She mounted him and pinned him to the ground.
“Are you a cop, babe? Gonna arrest me?”
She punched him in the face.
“No. I ain’t no cop. But let’s see what kinda man you are.”
“You mean...? You wanna do it?”
“Why not?”
She started to rise and so did he. Then she punched him hard.
“Don’t move or I’ll hurt you bad.”
The blonde rose and began to strip into her bikini underwear and bra. The man who had chased her gazed at her with much lust but he did not move. Soon, she was wearing only a bra, bikini panties, and a holster taped to her chest.
“You got a gun in there?”
“Yeah.”
“Gonna shoot me if I don’t measure up?”
“No.”
Grinning sardonically, she took off her panties.
Looking up at the beauty queen, he screamed: “Hey, you ain’t no...!”
The blonde shot him in the face three times. Then she spoke to the corpse.
“I ain’t no man. Yeah, it’s true. And you ain’t no man either. A real man don’t rape. But you raped my baby sister. And now, you’re dead meat, rapist. Rot in Hell!”
And he-she sauntered off, feeling omnipotent after killing his sister’s predator. But later, he would visit his sister in the hospital. And he would remember how helpless he was in an unjust universe. Yes, he would look at her battered face and remember...
