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grabbed the long black coat from the hanger.
    "I'm sorry, Deedee," he said. "I'm sorry it has to be this way."
    Then he grabbed his hat and stormed out the door. The man walked up the stairs towards the upper deck, where he had long been watching the girl. This one was more than just a random donor. This one was special to him and he was really looking forward to getting his hands on her. The man had slipped the parents a sleeping pill during their dinner onboard and knew they would be heavily asleep in their suite by now. Sedated just enough for him to sneak in there and grab the girl. He had been thrilled to see her for the first time when he boarded the ship. Her dad had put his arm around her shoulder, the man remembered. But most of all, he remembered her legs. He had been thrilled to see her beautiful long legs and once he had, he knew exactly what to use her for.
    "Those are a girl's legs," Deedee had protested.
    But the man had thought it was perfect. Deedee was, after all, just a young boy.
    The man giggled as he ran upstairs. Music came from the restaurants and bars downstairs on the ship. It was past midnight and the dancing had started. People were getting drunk. They wouldn't notice a thing. He neared the suite and rubbed his hands together in joy. Boy, how he had looked forward to this. The boy was fun, but this was a sweeter joy. It wasn't just about getting the legs on this girl. It was also about making her parents suffer.
    "Make them feel the pain. Take what is dear to them like they did to you," Deedee said.
    The man was looking forward to that…To seeing the suffering in their eyes when they realized they were never going to see their precious daughter again.
    He stood outside the door to their suite for a few seconds, embracing the moment and preparing himself for what was about to happen when suddenly, the door opened. The man jumped aside and hid in a bathroom in the hallway. Through the door, he watched the girl silently leave the room and close the door behind her without making a sound. She was dressed in a little red dress, much too grown-up for her. The dress and the make-up made her look like she could be in her twenties. The man couldn't believe his luck.
    "Going out, are we?" he mumbled with another giggle. "And without your parents knowing it? Tsk tsk! Now don't go and get yourself in trouble!"
    She looked around her one more time, then stormed towards the stairs in heels that were way too high for a girl of her age. The man rubbed his fingers against each other once again. He hardly noticed the pain in his shoulder anymore. The excitement drowned it out. He was about to burst with pure delight.
    Oh, how much fun this is going to be!
     

24
    April 2014
    T HE MAN FOLLOWED F RANCESCA into a bar. She looked insecurely around her and tripped a little back and forth before she finally decided to sit in the bar. The man grabbed a booth behind her, so she wouldn't notice him.
    Some guy came up to her and asked if he could order her a drink. She accepted and had a cocktail. The man watched her as she sipped it like an adult, while making conversation with the guy who was old enough to be her father. Soon, the guy started to bore her and she told him she had to go. The man followed her out of the bar and into a nightclub at the other end of the ship. She had a map of the ship in her hand to show her the way. The man was enjoying this little game immensely. He walked far enough behind her for her to not notice him, yet close enough to see the looks on the men's faces when she passed them. Some even turned to watch her from behind.
    "It's the legs, Deedee. I tell you. Everybody loves her legs."
    The girl entered the nightclub and the man followed. It was easy for him to blend into the crowd in the darkness and stay close to the girl. It was crowded in there and the music was very loud. No one asked the girl for ID. She looked old enough and, frankly, no one probably cared.
    The man kept a close eye on