You meet your perfect soulmate. But the body count is up.
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This is my Voice Log for June 17, 2017. I couldn't believe it! I had to pinch myself to make sure that this was for real. That this was the real deal. I finally found me the perfect lover. The perfect mate in every way. I had finally met my perfect 'soul-mate'! Physically, mentally, spiritually, he were a perfect mate for me.
After years and years of broken hearts and relationships. Some ending just as quickly as they came. People asking you, 'Do you believe in love at first sight?' I used too. I used too. I had even given up on the dating scene, spending lonely night after night watching rerun after reruns of 'I Love Lucy', and 'Peyton Place.'
Then it just happened. I ran into this guy and bang we were banging and loving and getting it on! Any girl or gay guy would want to marry this guy.
We had been together for about six months now and we had a lot of fun together. We did almost everything together. He was the big silent type, just the kind of man you would love to have around the house. He worked construction, far as I knew, and had a great body and even greater smile. He had a keen sense of humor and empathy.
He liked to cuddle and made mad love. God couldn't have made a better match in heaven! I was thanking Him every night. This guy was just perfect. You couldn't have asked for better! It was unbelievable. I decided to go for all of the gusto. Give this relationship everything I got. If it failed, well, at least I had one helluva of time!
Something this good never lasts for long, less known forever. Like last night, we sat on the couch and watched a late night movie together. I was under his strong, muscular arms watching a Tom Hanks movie. I think it was the movie when Tom Hanks was talking to the soccer ball.
A news flash came on about a brutal murder of a woman who was found in her apartment. She had been cut in half while she was still alive, and her grisly remains were found by her roommate when she got home. Ooooo! I put my new found lover's arms tighter around me. What kind of monster could do that?
And the other night, we watch this TV show and this newscast came on about this woman who was found dead in her car. She had been raped and strangled to death with her own stockings.
And we went to the sports bar on Monday's night to watch the Monday Night Football Game and in the news, would you believe it! There was another murder of a woman whose head had been bashed in several times by a blunt object. A sledgehammer. They still had no suspects into the cause of these grisly murders. 'If anybody has any information....'
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hoped they hung that muthafucker up by his balls and drained his blood! What a monster!' I thought.
My new lover was tall, had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gold mustache. He had this great grin and perfect teeth. A kind of skinny, muscular guy. The Perfect Model for any magazine. I wondered why he didn't work as a model? "I like night work better." He would say. "Late Night work." Well at least he worked.
Even though I would had taken care of him for nothing, to have a lover that worked also, not depending on you to take care of them like some secret Sugar Mother was out of this world! Wherever he went during the night, he always would come back with some cash. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? As one of my girlfriends said, "At 18 you sell it. At 25 you buy it back. At 40 you give it away for free." Such is life in the fast lane.
Like the perfect dream my new lover and I did a lot of fun things together like we were two peas in a pod. We went to the park just to listen to the radio when a broadcast came over the radio waves about a woman who was found dead in the woods, raped, and her limbs cut from her body. Even her eyelids and lips were cut off.
There was another broadcast that another young lady was found in a dumpster. Someone had cut out her vagina and stuffed it into her mouth. Gruesome! I was beginning to get scared.
There never had been this many murders in my town since I lived here. But luckily, I had my new found boyfriend and he seem big enough to protect me from any psycho out there.
We went to the movies and in the lobby, there were people talking about the death of a woman just down the street. She had been burnt alive in her apartment building before being tortured to near death. Good grief! I held my boyfriend's arm more tightly.
"Can you imagined that woman they are talking about, being burned alive, and she lived! Imagine that!"
"Did you by chance get the name of the hospital she is in?" My almost-too-good-to-be-true- new lover said.
"Yes! By the way I did! She is at Mercy Hospital right here in town! Why?" "Oh, just thought I would drop by and take her some flowers. Later on. I think I knew her mother." I got up and gave him a big hug. "How sweet of you. You're like the Good Samaritan!" "Yeah! ALL WOMEN DESERVE...flowers!" He said, as if he was catching himself.
And the perfect relationship continued. I was even getting used to it. Ride the wave while you can. And we went to the beach just to bake in the sun. And take boat rides and over the radio, we would hear about a woman who had a stake shoved up her vagina and her ass till she bled to death."
"Hey, they are starting to think all these murders are the work of a serial killer", I said. "Really? Can you imagine? By the way, can I use your hammer and chainsaw tonight?" "Sure, honey. I think it is so great that we can spend time apart and have our own hobbies. Like you, you have this thing that you do every night and I have my cooking class."
"Yeah! Don't wait up for me tonight. I think I'm gonna be late. Oh yeah, do you have any masking tape and rope?" "Oh sure honey! I love helping you with your late night hobbies. Now, what exactly DO you do?" "Awww remember, it's a secret!" "Ok, honey. Have a good night!" "Yeah, you too! I'll be back later tonight and we can get it on! You know how I like to have sex after I finish a job. A job of my hobbie!" He sort of corrected himself.
He was so cute! Just like the boy next door! "Don't worry darling. I'll wait up for you." We kissed and he left. What a swell guy! He said we would always be together and things would always be good...as long as I didn't piss him off. I think he was joking, but I would NEVER piss him off. He was such a gentle, kind man!
Mmmm, I wonder what happened to that old clothesline I had in the closet, along with that antique machete I had as a collector item? I bet Johnny borrowed them! I bet he is in one of those survival camps you can't tell nobody about or the location. That is how secretive the training is there. They would use a lot of items like the one Johnny used. I wouldn't ask him though. This relationship was too perfect.
It was a dream come true. Anyone would want a lover like Johnny. I wouldn't do anything to spoil it, nor wake up from 'my dream coming to life'- NOTHING! Damnit!
There was another murder. A young lady was thrown in the river.
All seven parts of her. {Her vagina was cut out as the seventh part.,along with two legs, two arms, a torso and decapitated head.}
Each part of her body was hacked off by a machete while she was still alive. God!?
WHAT kind of monster could do that?
Awww, if she had a boyfriend like mine, she might still be alive today!
I'm so lucky! What a perfect soul-mate I have!
"Thank you God, for sending me such a perfect man!"
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