Free The Monster Within by Jeremy Laszlo Page B

her ample, young, perky breasts that I want to grab and squeeze and suck on. Her arms are long and slender, maybe a bit too skinny if there is absolutely a need for criticism. I look at her pointed chin, her pouty lips, her straight nose, big blue eyes, and long, honey colored hair and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to take her into the backroom and fuck her brains out.
    God, since last night, I’ve felt like a tiger on the prowl. The girl last night had been wild, screaming and moaning while she gave me the best sex of my life and I almost felt bad slipping out of that apartment this morning. But since I got home and showered, I can’t help but feel like I’ve been hunting for my next prey. Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, and Patton all knew that conquerors had to keep moving. The moment you give up or stop hunting for your next conquest, that’s when everything falls apart. I look across the room at where Courtney is reaching into the cold treat box.
    The ice cream sandwiches, tacos, fudge pops, fruit pops, and otter pops are all perfectly positioned so Mr. Chen can do the exact same thing that I’m doing right now. I’m watching her reach in, staring as she bends over at her perfect, swaying tits. There’s enough trash across the street who don’t believe in bras that dirty Mr. Chen, with his low standards, gets all the tit action that he could dream of. All of us know that he goes back into his office and jerks off to customers or Tiffany. But I have to hand it to him, sometimes this job pays off, even though it’s a soul sucking vortex.
    “Going to the pool?” I ask Courtney, deciding that it’s time to change things up. It’s time to start talking to her. It’s time to make my way into her shorts.
    She looks up me with those big, emotional eyes of hers and I see that she’s pleasantly surprised by the exchange, and I let her catch me staring at her breasts. Why should I shy away? It shows her that I’m interested in her. Hell, I’m more than interested. She stands up straight and looks me over for a second before answering.
    “Yeah,” she answers in her soft voice that you don’t expect, from a girl who has remained mostly untarnished from a place like Whispering Hills. “I’m meeting Tommy there and he’s going to take me out on his motorcycle.”
    Tommy, that guy is a piece of shit that she should have given up on a long time ago. Last I heard, Tommy was stealing from his parents and working at a meth hut out in the hills somewhere on the edge of town, coming back to the trailer park to sling his product. It was only a matter of time before the local boys got real tired of that and Tommy ended up a piece of pulpy flesh on the side of the road. But Courtney had an ongoing relationship with him. I knew that much from just seeing them together. But if they wanted each other, that was fine. I just wanted to show her that there was a better world out there, and if she still wanted him after me, then that was fine too. I wouldn’t hold that against Tommy. After all, there were plenty of girls out there, just like the one I’d spent last night with.
    “I didn’t know that people still went to the pool this time of year?” I want to keep the conversation going. The pool is what some in Whispering Hills call the Water Park, but it’s just a pool, there’s nothing fun or exciting about it, which that name would imply. It’s a pool with a shower faucet spraying over a slide that heats up to temperatures that rival certain sun spots. It’s a shitty pool that someone always pisses in or shits in at least once a day. But I remember that when I was in high school and it was summer, the pool was where everyone went.
    “You seem a little out of touch with things,” Courtney smiles as she approaches the register counter, walking like a model on the runway.
    “Want to keep me up to date?” I ask her playfully, hoping that she’ll latch on.
    She looks me over and opens her fudge pop,