I was sitting in my chair on the balcony and a watched the people walked through under my gallery. They usually were in a hurry, but I just sat and thought Why aren't they enjoy their short life? – and- Why don't they have some fun like me at nights?

 

I lived my everyday life in the mornings, but at nights I vas the real me. I did everything what I want with whom I want to do. I was the king of the nights, there was nobody who could stopped me. This idea was my drug, just think about it you are the lord of the night, you can do anything what you want, you can be anybody you want to be until the night ends. You can be the savior and killer at the same time.

 

I thought about it until late afternoon, when I stood up and started to preparing to the evening. I cleaned the whole house and made some food because I was waiting for a guest. One of my collegaue visited me, so it was a secret meeting.

 

About one hour later she arrived and came into my house. She was wearing a short red dress and a black high-heeled, she was so beautiful and sightly. I immediately knew what I want to do with her.

 

 

Firstly, we had a little chat while we ate the dishes and drunk some bottle of wine what I bought in the near shop yesterday. She was a little drunk after the second glass wine.

My time has come!- I thought and I inveted her to take a sit on my couch.

She was so cute with her flushed face and her unwavering smile. I couldn't stopped my mind, I want her life right now.

 

Secondly, I have to seduce her if I want to have a good night.. So I started it, I was nice to her, listened to her problems, and then I kissed her when it was the time to do this. She ledded me the kiss and more and more...

 

Finally, we lied into my bed and I hugged her shoulders when I asked her: Do you want to have a shower?

She said: Yes, I do. But not alone, please come with me.

Of course I will follow you after a few minutes.- I answered to her.

After than, she went to the bathroom and started to shower, while I was gone the traces.

Later I went to the bathroom with a knife in my hand and joined to her.

 

When she saw my knife she screamed loudly and I jabbed my knife into her heart. Her blood ran down my arm and through the whole body, and was swallowed up in the drain. She was the more beautiful women whom I saw under my shower, and I know that she was not the last.