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(MMF, nc, sn, mast, oral, anal, nec) *** Author Note: I borrowed the form for this story (in which a suspect is giving his statement concerning the events of the story to the police) from Stephen King's novel 'Dolores Clairborne,' though rest assured I did not borrow anything else from King, so please, no nasty emails. *** "First of all, Detective, I wanna say right from the beginning that I didn't kill Ashlee Wells. I know the evidence is pretty much pointing straight at me, and I'll be the first to admit that I've done a lot of bad things in my life, but murder has never been one of them. I also know that you've got a lot on your mind right now, a lot of other things you need to get done, but if you'll just be patient with me, let me get this all out in my own way, then I'll tell you everything you wanna know, and then some. "Just call it humoring an old man. "I knew that somebody was gonna kill that girl sooner or later. What with the way she acted, the people she hung around with, it was just a matter of time. Not that she deserved it or anything. Ashlee was a nice girl. She lived next door to me for two years and I'd gotten to know her fairly well. Not as well as all those boys that were constantly sniffing around her, but well enough that I could have called her a friend. Could have, if she'd felt the same way. She didn't, though, because as nice as she was, she was also stuck up. "Now, being stuck up, that was something Ashlee Wells did deserve, at least a little bit. After all, she was a damned good looking girl. Gorgeous, even. All that beautiful blonde hair, that nice little figure on her. That fresh young face. Don't think a man my age doesn't notice that kind of thing. I may be seventy-five but I'm not blind, and I'm not one of those homosexuals. "Perverts get a parade every year, for the love of God. "Anyway. Ashlee moved into the house next to mine two years ago last May. I think she was only, what? Eighteen? Yeah, eighteen, still just a kid. But living on her own. There was never any roommate or housemate or whatever they call them. She lived alone that whole time. Not to say that she didn't have people over all the time. That girl was always throwing parties, at least once a week a loud bash with that screeching whaddyacallit heavy metal music blasting the roof off the house. Lots of other young kids dancing and laughing and getting drunk as skunks. And always more men than women at those parties. Cops got called to the house a lot, to make her turn down the noise or to break up fights. I never called the cops, though. I just bought earplugs. "There was always a lot of sex going on at those parties too. Boys and girls fooling around in the back yard, in the bushes, a few times even right out there in the front yard for the whole world to see. Never Ashlee, though. You never saw her doing anything out of hand. Even drunk, she was a decent girl, at least in public. "Yes, I'll tell you what I mean by that. I mean, in private she was just as depraved as any other young girl with an itch between her knees. A slut, is what I'm saying. A new guy every week, and she'd do just about anything you can name. She'd let them fuck her in every hole, and tie her up to the bed, and one guy even beat her with a belt once. She'd masturbate and do herself with a dildo while they took pictures of her. She'd take on two guys at the same time, and once she did three of them. "Ashlee slept with women too, mostly as part of a threesome with one of her men, but a few times it was just her and some other girl. And that's not all. She did some really sick stuff too, like letting men piss all over her, even in her mouth. The worse thing I saw was when one young man brought over his german shepherd for her to screw. I'm telling you, anything you can name. "I know all of this because I watched her from my bedroom window. Our houses are pretty close together, as you know, and my bedroom window is right across from hers, and she never once drew the curtains. Always kept them open, even after I told her that I could see everything she was doing. "That was one day about six months ago, we were both taking our trash out at the same time, and I let her know in a kind of casual way that I had a clear view of her activities. She didn't seem embarrassed about it at all, and didn't seem to think it was wrong for me to be looking. "In fact, you could say she even giggled about it when I told her. Naughty little girl, that one. But when I suggested, also kinda casual, if she might let me up to her room for a little fun of my own, she turned me down. She wasn't rude about it, like I said, she was always nice to me, but still she let me know that she wasn't interested. Can't say I blame her, since I'm old enough to be her grandfather. Or I was, anyway. "She came by to see me every now and then, to check up on me and see if I was doing alright. Her visits weren't really what you'd call intimate, mind you, she'd just sit with me for a few minutes for a glass of iced tea and some conversation. And she only dropped by every two weeks or so. Which is more than I can say for my own daughters, who all seem to have forgotten I'm alive. "Anyway, like I said, I watched Ashlee perform her sex life right there in her own bedroom, and while it's gonna embarrass me to say this, I admit I took things in hand quite a lot while I was watching her. Especially when she was with those girls. Lesbians, you know, they seem more natural to me than the idea of two men together. Thank God Ashlee never allowed anything like that in her house. Least as far as I could see. "I've flogged my dummy probably more than a thousand times in the last two years, watching her with all those boys and girls, or watching her change clothes, even playing with herself all by her lonesome. I know it sounds sad, makes me lonely and pathetic, but hell, at my age, a girl like Ashlee Wells is a godsend. "At any rate, it was on the night in question that I was watching her when she got killed. She brought some guy home to grease her wheels, and it was after that was over that he killed her. "Steady, now, Detective. I already told you, I'll fill you in on everything. But before I tell you what happened that night, I gotta tell you some things about me. About my past. It'll help you to understand some of the things that happened that night. Well, maybe it will, anyway. Whether or not, I'm gonna tell you, so get that look off your face. "Now, I told you, I've done some bad things in my life. I'm not making any excuses, you understand, but the truth is I didn't have it so good growing up. I'm not gonna go into a mountain of detail here, I'm just gonna say that it was tough for me, living in a rundown house on a farm in the middle of Kansas and having to watch my father beat my mother on a regular basis before he went in and forced himself on my little sister. That was my life then, plain and simple fact. "I left home when I was sixteen, in the summer of 1947, just up and left my mother and my fourteen year old sister to their fates. I just couldn't stand to be in that house anymore with all of that going on. You can fault me for that if you want to, but by the time I'm done telling you everything I have to say you probably won't even remember that part. "I drifted for a while, working odd jobs, until the war broke out in Korea. I was nineteen then, old enough to get drafted, but I didn't wait for that, I enlisted. Spent three years freezing my ass off and killing gooks before I got shipped back to the States. I spent another year in the Army, then got honorably discharged. Went to trade school on the GI Bill and learned how to be an electrician. Started out repairing TVs until I landed a job at the Navy Yard working on the boats that came in for shore leave. Made good money and had job security. Worked there for thirty-five years before I retired early, at sixty-two. "I got married, of course, had four beautiful daughters, and now I got a whole herd of grandkids out there. Sandra, she was my wife, and a good one. We were married for forty-five years, and I'll tell you, I never once hit her or any of my kids. That's one thing, at least, that I can point to with pride. Sandra died five years ago of cancer, and I've been alone since then. "And now here's the part where you're gonna wanna start taking them notes, Detective. Because I might have been a decent husband and father in most respects, but in other respects I've been a downright bad man. See, there's a certain kind of hardness that can come over a man who's seen too much horror in his childhood, and seen even more of it on some godforsaken battlefield where life simply doesn't mean much. A hardness, or, uh... something inside just gets lost, it disappears, and whatever it is that takes it's place, it makes him feel like he just doesn't care anymore, about anything. Makes him less of a human being. "I guess what I'm trying to say, I ought to just say. I raped a lot of women in my life, Detective. Twenty-two of them, to be exact. I didn't force myself on them or anything. I mean, I didn't get violent. But then, the way I did things, I didn't have to get violent, because they were always in no condition to fight me off. I usually got them drunk, so plastered that they had no idea what was happening to them. "First one was back when I was drifting, Oklahoma City in April of '49. Her name was Betty. Cute young girl, couldn't have been no more than sixteen or seventeen. Made the mistake of letting me take her to a dance, then went walking with me down to this secluded spot near the river. I brought a bottle of whiskey with me and let her have her fill, then when she passed out I had my way with her. Then I just left her there in the bushes, unconscious. Left town and never saw her again. "All the others came later, after the war, and even after I was married. Hell, the last one wasn't so long ago, in June of 1981. Another sixteen year old girl, the daughter of a friend of mine. By that time I was using that date rape drug they came up with. I'd just find a way to get a girl alone, give her a spiked soda or orange juice, and then take advantage of her. "I could give you the details about each and every one of them, what day, what year, what the girls looked like, approximately how old they were. The youngest girl I ever raped was fourteen; the oldest, probably about twenty-five, twenty-seven. I liked them young and pretty. "Yes, just like Ashlee Wells. And I'm not gonna say that I didn't think about doing the same thing to her. I know I could have, and considering her lifestyle I doubt that any court could have made a conviction stick. But I didn't do that, Detective. I think I said it before, Ashlee was a nice girl. I liked her. And that black fire inside of me pretty much burned out after that last girl in '81. Don't ask me why because I don't know. "I know, you boys got the evidence you found at the crime scene, and that DNA thing you do puts me square in the thick of it, I'm well aware of that. It's too bad you didn't have that back when I was doing all that damage. Could have saved a lot of young girls a lot of grief. "At any rate, you'll see that what I just told you is gonna have a bearing on what comes next. "I was watching Ashlee through the window about eight o'clock that night. I remember she was wearing this skimpy little babydoll nightgown, kind of a light purple color, and she looked absolutely wonderful in it. It hugged all her curves just right, and made those big tits of hers stand out. "She was with some guy I'd never seen before, a boy her own age or maybe a little older. About five feet ten, lean build, dark hair. Had a tattoo on his back, some kind of dragon or something. I still got good eyesight but I couldn't see it that clearly. He was wearing jeans and a black teeshirt with some kind of picture on it, a couple of young men holding guitars. "They started doing things on the bed, hugging and kissing and grabbing at each other. The boy got Ashlee's nightie off and started going at her, sucking on those big tits, putting his hand between her legs. Ashlee, as usual, seemed to be enjoying herself. "After a few minutes of this the boy got up on his knees and pulled out his pecker and Ashlee started sucking on it for all she was worth. She can do that job just like the girls in those porno movies. She did that for another few minutes, then she got on her hands and knees with her butt pointed at the boy and he grabbed her by the hips and pushed it right in. Fucked her hard, too, that boy. Ashlee's big titties were swinging back and forth under her like crazy, and she was smiling and saying things, though I couldn't hear what she was saying. "Now, in a better world, that would be where my story ends. The two of them would just get off together, then lay down and hold each other and everybody'd be happy. But that's not the way it went. I guess the boy got it in his head that he wanted to go in Ashlee's back door, so he pulled out of the proper slot and put it right up her ass. Just shoved it right in, and from what I could see Ashlee wasn't expecting that. "Of course, she'd taken men that way before, but every time I seen it she liked to get lubed up with a little Vaseline first. So, naturally, she was in a bit of pain, and her mouth opened up in what looked to me like a scream. Then she started squirming under him, trying to get away, but he held her down well enough while he finished. "And that's where the trouble started, because as soon as he was done Ashlee come out from under him and stormed out of the room. The bathroom light came on next, so I'm assuming that's where she went, to get herself cleaned up. The boy just sat on the bed and smoked a cigarette while she was gone. When she came back she seemed pretty mad, and the two of them started arguing. Again, I couldn't hear nothing, but I could see their angry faces and they were waving their arms and all that. Ashlee was still naked, and when she waved her arms around like that she made her tits bounce in a way that made me wish she'd get mad more often. "Anyway, they went at it for a while, then finally they both seemed to calm down. Ashlee turned her back on the boy, picked up the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, and while she was pulling out a smoke she said something to him over her shoulder. Whatever she said, it must have cut him deep, because he got this real nasty look on his face. Then he came up behind her, grabbed her head in his two hands, and snapped her neck. Just like that. Little Ashlee fell right down onto the floor, dead. Yes, on the floor, not onto the bed. The boy stood over her for a minute, just looking down at her, then grabbed up the pack of cigarettes and left the room. "I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. I actually just stood there with my jaw down, looking over into Ashlee's window at her limp body, and that boy just standing there staring at her. When he left I got it in my head that I had to do something. I ran out of my room and down the stairs, then out to my driveway. I saw the boy in a car then, tearing away from the curb. I tried to get the license plate but he wasn't quite close enough and he was moving too fast. "I ran over to Ashlee's house and went up to her room and I found her there, just as she'd fallen, laying flat on her back with her arms splayed out to her sides. Her head was at an awful angle and I knew she was dead before I even got to her. I checked for her pulse anyway, and to see if she was breathing, but she was definitely gone. "Now, the time that went by, from when he killed her to the time that I got to her was no more than three, four minutes at the most. She was still as warm as if she was still alive, and she still had that fresh lively pallor to her face. She seemed more like she was asleep than dead. Or like she'd passed out from too much to drink. And she was just laying there naked, that wonderful body of hers right there in front of me. Those big beautiful tits. She had these pretty little pink nipples, and they were still hard. "I couldn't resist it, Detective. My old behavior took over and I reached right down and put my hands on those tits, felt them and squeezed them, played with her nipples. Then I moved my hands over her flat belly, and touched her pubic area. She shaved down there, but she still had a little strip of blonde hair right over her pussy. I rubbed her there like she was a genie's lamp. "I could have stopped there, I suppose, and not felt guilty about it. But I didn't stop. I got that old desire down between my legs, my prick waking up full and hard, and after that I just didn't think about what I was doing. "I picked Ashlee up from the floor and lay her on the bed. I settled her head on the pillow so she'd be comfortable, and let her arms lay at her sides. I moved her feet up so her legs would bend, then simply let her knees fall apart. I arranged her so she looked like she was ready to take on a man. And then I went and did it. I unfastened my pants and took out my prick and got on top of her. I put one arm under her so I could sort of embrace her, and with my other hand I put my prick up to her pussy, then pushed it in. "Like I said, she was just as warm and soft as if she was still alive. I slid right into her, easy as pie. Like sticking your dick in a patch of silk. I put my other arm under her and held her close, buried my nose in that lovely blonde hair of hers, and I fucked her just like I'd fuck any other girl. It didn't take too long, maybe two minutes of pushing into that warm still body, then I went off. I came inside of her. "When I was done I just lay there for another minute or so. I don't know what I was thinking or feeling then, I guess I was just numb. I wasn't able to register the idea that she was really dead, or that I'd just fucked her. Fucked a dead girl. "I finally came out of it. I kissed her on the lips and told her I loved her, then got off of her. I pulled her legs down to a more modest position, then I went over to the window and pulled the curtains closed. I wouldn't be looking in Ashlee's window anymore. "Then I turned to leave. And that was when I noticed the video camera, sitting there on top of her TV set. I went over to it and saw that it was turned on. Of course, I knew that it was evidence, that it would show what that boy had done to her. But it would show what I'd done to her too, so, in a panic I took the cassette out of the camera and took it with me when I left. "You didn't find it in the house because I didn't hide it there. I have a safe deposit box down at the Washington Mutual. You check that out, you'll find the tape. And you'll see who it was that killed Ashlee Wells. You'll see that it wasn't me. "And now I'm just about done, Detective. I only got a few other things to say. Like about that kiss I gave her, and why I told her I loved her. You probably don't believe me, but I do. Because of what happened earlier that very same day. It was late afternoon and I'd just come back from my doctor. I'd gotten out of my car and I was tired and leaned for a moment on the front fender. At that same time Ashlee had just come back from somewhere and she saw me leaning on my car and she came over to see if I was alright. "Well, I wasn't alright. Because my doctor had just informed me that I had cancer, and that I had less than six months to live. It was devastating news to me, especially since I'd had to watch Sandra go through the horrible pain of dying from the very same thing. I told Ashlee all of this, right there in the driveway, and she said, 'Oh, you poor guy,' and she put her arms around me and held me and let me cry on her shoulder. That sweet girl. "You can see now, I'm sure, why I decided to tell you all of this. It wasn't just guilt that motivated me, but the fact that I haven't got much time left on this earth. Nothing left to live for, especially now that Ashlee's gone. "Say whatever you want about her, Detective. She may not have had a very high moral standard, she may have been a slut, and maybe a whore too for all I know, and she was a little bit stuck up, but she was also the kind of girl that when she saw another human being in pain she just automatically opened up her heart to him. Just a small act of kindness that can comfort a man to no end, not just at that moment, but when he's questioning his own soul in the night. When the night itself is in question. "That, more than anything else, is why Ashlee Wells didn't deserve what she got, not from that boy nor from me. So go get that tape, Detective, and find that sonofabitch that killed her. "You can lock me up now. I'm done." end ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47