Free Assassin Affairs by R. S. Smith

her mouth shut.
    Lionel was
retarded and had been institutionalized for sexual deviancy, but each
time he had gone in, he had eventually convinced the doctors he was
fit to be released.
    He firmly
gripped the sharp, forbidding blade as he stood back and admired the
scene in front of him. There sat the young and alluring naked Jessie,
mouth taped shut, partially covered by her soapy bubbles. Lionel
undid his pants and she looked away. They fell around his ankles, and
the tall, lanky man began to masturbate.
    “I
hadn't realized you wore braces. They look good on you. Look at me!”
    Jessie had
not lived a prudish childhood. She was part of the Hollywood
brat-pack, young teen kids of well-known celebrities that partied
accordingly. She had frequented clothing-optional parties more than
once and seen many of her young friends naked on more than one
occasion. When she looked up at Lionel, her eyes opened wide in
astonishment at the size of what she saw.
    “You
look very pretty,” he said, gently stroking himself. “You
like this, don't you? Nod your head yes,” he instructed as he
extended his arm with the blade in hand.
    Again, she
nodded.
    They looked
on at one another for several minutes, then he repeated, “You
look very pretty. I like the purple streak you have running through
your lovely auburn hair. You have nice little titties. I like that,
too. I like that a lot!”
    She just
glared back at him, unsure what to do.
    “Stand
up!” he shouted in a loud, but muffled whisper. While she
hesitated, he reached for the electric hair dryer and held it in a
menacing manner as he switched it on. He motioned with his knife for
her to rise up out of the bubbles.
    Not wanting
to get electrocuted or slashed, the frightened girl obeyed. Lionel
could barely contain himself as he leered at the beautiful, young
body.
    “I
like the way you've dyed your hair with purple streaks in both
places,” he said admiringly. “It's nice when the carpet
matches the drapes in such a way. I do approve.” He let out a
wicked chortle. “This is Mr. Lenny,” he said, pointing to
his still fully extended body part. “He wants to shake hands.”
    Aghast at
such a prospect, Jessie pretended not to understand the request.
    “Reach
out and touch someone. You two can shake hands, but no kissing on the
first date!” He couldn't help but laugh at his own attempt of
humor.
    Both were
startled as the bathroom door suddenly swung open.
    “Honey,
I've laid out the clothes I want you to wear tonight,” Joanna
said as she entered. “Oh my God!”
    She leaped
onto the surprised Lionel, and Jessie promptly joined her in subduing
the villainous character. They tied him up with his own duct tape and
called the police. Lionel was returned to his psychiatric facility.

    One
Week Ago

    Nearly a
year had passed when the doctors once again determined that Lionel
was fit to be released back into civilization. He blamed Joanna for
his confinement. If she hadn't barged in and ruined things for him,
everything would have turned out great, he thought. He wanted to make
her pay for her offense, and he wanted another shot at experiencing
quality time with Jessie.
    Joanna sat
in front of her mirror brushing her hair when the doorbell rang.
    “Ms.
Jennings, I'm Police Commissioner Gravina. We've met several times at
the Oscar Awards.”
    “Yes,
I remember, Commissioner. How can I help you?”
    “I
need to speak with you about a serious matter, ma'am.”
    “Yes,
yes, by all means, please come in!”
    “I'm
afraid I have bad news. The kind that's so ugly I felt I needed to
come and tell you in person.”
    “Oh
my God! Is it my baby girl? It is, isn't it?!”
    “Yes,
ma'am, I'm afraid so. Jessica was with a group of friends at the mall
when someone grabbed her in the parking lot and drove off with her.
The man was tall, but wearing a hoodie, so no one got a good look at
him.”
    “Oh,
God, it wasn't that horrible Lionel character, was it?”
    “Well,
we did just