Jeff pulled the knife out. They walked together down it to it's end, both embraced, their tongues in each others mouth. He laughed as he thought of his sexual exploits, and the fact that soon, very soon, he'd kill again. As she brought the glass from her lips, she dropped it, spilling the contents across Jeff's jeans. His hands clung to her tits, blood stained and warm.
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