Writers note: This was written over twenty years when I was really crazy. " We are believers in Jesus. Without his guidance throughout our lives, we could have went the other way and stepped over the threshold of murder.
We ponder what cause one person to just think about killing, then a different person who actually does it. Is it a choice or are there some people who are predestine to be psychopath's? Or is it just walking away from God into satans arms?
We don't codon killing; yet it intrigues us. Why? How? We remember watching the life of Jeffery Domor. He said "If I had just stayed with the bible non of this would of happened."
In Missoula Mt. in the 90's a man was raping women with the date rape drug.
The Rapist
It was 10:00 P. M. when he staggered from Ray's tavern. (He always left the bar at the same time.)
This was a special night because she would finally meet him.
He fussed with his pockets looking for his keys. "Do you need some help? Startled he looked up to a woman with bright red hair, it was braided strangely. She had on black jeans with a shimmering gold blouse. He could not think of anything but her in the nude...I I I can't find my keys he murmured." "Seriously dude do you think you should drive, you can't even walk!" she shot back. He looked at her, "yeah your right, wouldn't want to wreck my car." He slumped up against the truck.
"Well can I give you a ride?" she asked. "I live very far away," he said. She thought to herself, yeah I know right where you live you bastard.
It started six months before this encounter. Savannah would go to all abusive courts looking for her next victim. She came a cross this guy; got away with rape because of lack of evidence. She started following him around. He worked at the Ravalli Bank as a trust consultant. He'd go to Ray's every Monday night. Savannah got very good at watching him watch women. She had his routine down.
"Do you want a ride or not, I can drop you off and you can get your car tomorrow." "Suuuureee" he slurred. "My name is Savannah what's yours, as she grabbed his arm to lead him to her car. A VW . "Pppaul" he said as he was pulled along by this very assertive female. He liked that. And smiled.
She put him in the car, strapped on his seat belt, went to her side got in, turned on the car after she was strapped in also. They just sat there. "Paul, what's your address?" "Oh yeah right, right ah...1649 W. Gilman St. do you know how to get there?" he asked. She smiled, why yes I do, with this she pulled out her map. Paul shook his head, "I will direct you.
Go straight down Harrison Ave, turn right on Gilman bit house. Can't miss it." Then he nodded off. It took about an hour, but she drove into his drive way and said; Okay Paul wake up, your home."
We ponder what cause one person to just think about killing, then a different person who actually does it. Is it a choice or are there some people who are predestine to be psychopath's? Or is it just walking away from God into satans arms?
We don't codon killing; yet it intrigues us. Why? How? We remember watching the life of Jeffery Domor. He said "If I had just stayed with the bible non of this would of happened."
In Missoula Mt. in the 90's a man was raping women with the date rape drug.
The Rapist
It was 10:00 P. M. when he staggered from Ray's tavern. (He always left the bar at the same time.)
This was a special night because she would finally meet him.
He fussed with his pockets looking for his keys. "Do you need some help? Startled he looked up to a woman with bright red hair, it was braided strangely. She had on black jeans with a shimmering gold blouse. He could not think of anything but her in the nude...I I I can't find my keys he murmured." "Seriously dude do you think you should drive, you can't even walk!" she shot back. He looked at her, "yeah your right, wouldn't want to wreck my car." He slumped up against the truck.
"Well can I give you a ride?" she asked. "I live very far away," he said. She thought to herself, yeah I know right where you live you bastard.
It started six months before this encounter. Savannah would go to all abusive courts looking for her next victim. She came a cross this guy; got away with rape because of lack of evidence. She started following him around. He worked at the Ravalli Bank as a trust consultant. He'd go to Ray's every Monday night. Savannah got very good at watching him watch women. She had his routine down.
"Do you want a ride or not, I can drop you off and you can get your car tomorrow." "Suuuureee" he slurred. "My name is Savannah what's yours, as she grabbed his arm to lead him to her car. A VW . "Pppaul" he said as he was pulled along by this very assertive female. He liked that. And smiled.
She put him in the car, strapped on his seat belt, went to her side got in, turned on the car after she was strapped in also. They just sat there. "Paul, what's your address?" "Oh yeah right, right ah...1649 W. Gilman St. do you know how to get there?" he asked. She smiled, why yes I do, with this she pulled out her map. Paul shook his head, "I will direct you.
Go straight down Harrison Ave, turn right on Gilman bit house. Can't miss it." Then he nodded off. It took about an hour, but she drove into his drive way and said; Okay Paul wake up, your home."
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