Dead Secret

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Why was it always so easy to make the whores believe him, he wondered? Could they really think that anyone would really want them? Of course, he knew the answer to that question. It made him sick at his stomach to think about it. He pulled the car over and waited for his stomach to settle. He had a good life but only because he had made it that way. He was supposed to kill them he knew that. That was why everything always turned out right for him. He started the car and pulled it back onto the highway. Pushing the thought of the whore out of his mind he cranked up the radio and rolled down the windows he would not let the thought of the whore get the best of him. He hummed along to the songs that played on the radio until he pulled into the driveway of his home. One hand rested on the wheel while the other stroked the hair that he had laid on the seat beside him. While he waited for the garage door to open he thought about how exhausted he was from his day’s work, but there was still so much more that needed to be done tonight. He grabbed the hair off the seat beside him and carried it into the house