Stanley Pearson couldn’t believe his luck. It normally took days to find each victim, but this time, he’d been on the road less than an hour when he saw her. And what a delight she was!
Up ahead, walking on the side of the empty highway as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The morning sun shone through the thin yellow cotton, revealing the shape of her legs all the way to her hips.
Stan slowed and pulled up beside her in his rickety old truck. She stopped, turned, and peered in through the window with the most angelic smile. Stan’s heart skipped a beat at this vision of beauty. A sprinkle of freckles adorned her nose, and shapely pink lips formed the smile. She wore no makeup, and Stan approved. She didn’t need to, and he hated it when women dolled themselves up. Here was a young lass with natural, innocent beauty. He’d enjoy this one immensely, more than all the others combined, he reckoned.
“Where ya heading darlin’” Stan asked in the friendliest voice he could conjure.
She answered with an angel’s voice. Soft and lilting. “Oh, I’m just out enjoying this lovely morning we’ve been blessed with. Don’t you just love the way the sunlight sparkles through the leaves as it rises? It’s like a special little show, just for us.”
