Taylor was a freshman in college at Illinois State Universery. He wanted to be a Doctor. In his spare time, he would paint pictures.

“He was very strange.” His roomate stated. ” He would talk to himself and laugh for no reason.” His roomate went on.

“He would stand naked in front of the mirror for hours and stare at himself.” Another man in the dorm told police.

Taylor was also known to steal wigs from JCPenny, stand in the hallway naked and sniff his underwear.

He had a fetish for naked old women and he would paint pictures of them often.

He would stand in his umderwear and open and close his door for periods of time.

“It’s like the dude was in his own world. He could not communicate properly with other people at all.” Another student said.

Taylor was rushed to the morgue. His cremation is being planned.

That’s when we resort to perming, adding chemicals to straighten the hair. The hair then needs a bi-monthly retouch to maintain the sleek look. Altering anything from its natural state is bound to bring about some unpleasant results in some cases anyway and like most people who have permed their African hair, they notice the hair falling out when combing, it starts thinning,its like the hair gets a life of its own…that one of an old person aging rapidly. 

To cover up the mess that is going on in the hair,  weaves and wigs come in very handy, and sadly it leaves the one with very shiny temples, where sadly hair will never grow ever again. Don’t even get me started on what happens when the permed African hair is then coloured…”falling out” is a term that pops in my head immediately.

Which then is the easiest style to maintain for African hair, one that will ensure you look great and the hair stays healthy always…do the bob cut. Have you ever wondered why split ends are so advisable..cutting hair has very many advantages.

The bob cut is the most versatile to rock, the hair grows very fast since it is cut frequently and it gets body, and most importantly it rarely falls off when you comb it. You might ask how should I know all this…I have had a long love/ hate relationship with my hair…until I discovered the bob cut..things have never been the same again.You should try it!

Next I will share you with you when to get a bob cut.

 Chapter 1

 Liz was an only child. She did well in school, but she was a loner, stickving mostly to her self, not really wishing to make friends. She hated going home, it was a horrid place and of course her mother was there all the time. Liz used to think to herself that her mother’s feet were nailed to the floor or the bed, because she was usually in bed with one of her newest flings, or she was pacing the floor wondering where she was going to get her next drink. Liz didn’t know what had really happened to her father. If she believed what her mother said, he ran off with another woman, or another of her stories was that she really didn’t know who Liz’s real father was. It was all very confusing, so for the most part, Liz put that foolishness out of her head figuring that she’d probably never know her real father anyway.

 Liz and her mother shared a two-bedroom apartment. The walls were paper thin, and she could often hear her mother being beat around by the men she brought home. Actually, she didn’t really know if her mom liked being beaten around, or she didn’t because the next day when her mothers lovers had left, she’d often see bruises around her mothers lips, or on her body, when she didn’t do up her nigh gown. Liz wondered if her mom got off on being beaten, or was it the rough sex she liked. Either way Liz decided, that when it was going to be her time to have a man in her life, she wasn’t going to have any man who wanted to beat her. Liz was about to turn 18, her Birthday was March 15, 2011 and she couldn’t wait. She’d met a guy about her age and though she seemed to like the guy, she knew that all he wanted was to get her into his bed. Liz was cute. Blond hair down flowed over her shoulders. Perky breasts that stood out, she didn’t even need to wear a bra if she didn’t want to, and of course her nice long curvy legs, which she always kept shaved. Along with her high-heeled shoes, and she often observed many guys checking her out, but she paid no attention to them. Dream on she’d think to herself as she walked by them, you don’t want me for a friend, you just want to sleep with me, why would I give you any attention Liz thought to herself. And then without warning it happened, she was having a quiet beer at a local bar and in walked Brad. He caught her interest right away; there was something about him she couldn’t explain to herself, she didn’t quite know what it was. He noticed her too and it wasn’t long before he sent the waiter with a beer for Liz. Of course she accepted why not she thought to herself, he seems like a nice guy. It wasn’t long before Brad made his move, from his table to hers and they struck up a conversation that neither of them seemed to have a hard time with. Liz was a bit surprised, she’d never known a man like Brad, she thought to herself, this is the kind of guy I’d give my virginity to if the timing was right. They chatted for about an hour, before Brad excused himself saying he had an exam in a half hour, but he gave Liz his Cell Phone number, telling her as he nearly ran out the door, do call me Liz, I’d like to continue with our conversation, and then he was gone. Liz promised herself that indeed, she’d call Brad, there was something about him that she liked, and a few things that really got her was that he didn’t stare at her, he didn’t make her feel like a piece of meat on a rack, he treated her like a woman. Liz liked that in a man. Most guys made her feel as though she as a piece of meat on a rack, the way they stared at her or mostly at her breasts, and the girls at her school, well they just disgusted Liz, she figured they were jealous of her nice body, and the fact that all the guys goggled over her, wanting to carry her books, almost anything to say they walked alongside her. Screw them she though, I have the body, the looks, and if I want their boyfriends, I’ll take them and with that in her mind, Liz usually just glared at the other girls, not caring if they liked it or not. She walked home thinking about the guy Brad and how he seemed to stir something up inside her. Liz decided to get an early night, tomorrow she didn’t have to go to school, so it was time to clean her room and hopefully avoid her drunken mother.

 Chapter 2

 When Liz opened the front door, she heard the familiar sounds of her mother yelling to be beaten more, she seemed to love pain Liz thought to herself. Hit me, her mother called out to someone Liz had probably never met, and the guy whoever he was didn’t let Liz’s mother down, Liz could hear the crack of a whip, maybe dear old mom was into kinky sex, well whatever she’s into Liz though to herself, I’m going to my room and putting on the stereo. With her headphones on tight, she couldn’t hear what was going on in her mothers room, nor did she want to hear that sick stuff, it was her mothers life, her mother’s body, she could do as she wished as long as Liz had nothing to do with it. She sat down at her computer, checking her emails. She’d managed to connect with a few girls on the Internet who wanted pen pals and since Liz was pretty much a loner, with drawn probably because of her mother, she felt good exchanging emails with these newly found friends, plus having the Internet was a great way to do her homework for school. Liz contributed her having straight A’s to having the Internet and a photographic memory. She never ever forgot anything she’d learned. One teacher tested her IQ and found her to be in the 135-145 ranges. Far too smart was what he called her, but Liz just tossed that aside thinking of herself as a normal girl who didn’t really take to any of the girls where she went to school. Liz walked out into the living room to find her mother lying half naked on the sofa, her face swollen from her love making experience. Her hair was a mess; Liz even thought she saw blood in her mother’s hair. Surely it wasn’t ketchup. Liz took a blanket and covered her mother and then left to have something to eat. The fridge was empty, well it had stuff in it, but it was all beer, no food, going out wasn’t an option. It was a need she had to eat and maybe call that guy Brad to see what he was doing. As Liz walked down the noisy street, filled with musicians this time of the year, it was the International Jazz Festival in Montreal, there were just so many new people around, Liz felt uncomfortable. She found a Pizza joint and ordered two slices and a Pepsi. She took her Pizza and sat in a booth watching the thousands of people flocking around the various stages, where the bands were playing. She seemed to drift off in a trance thinking about Brad and how he excited her, though she didn’t really know why, she’d never thought that much about boys or men, after seeing what he own mother did on an almost daily basis with men, it was sort of a turn off, and yet, this guy Brad, amused her. After eating her Pizza, she walked over to the pay phone and dialed the number Brad had given her. He answered on the second ring and seemed happy that she was calling him. He asked her where she was and she told him that she was at a local Pizza joint and listening to the Jazz on St. Catherine’s Street. He asked if he could join her, and without thought Liz said ok, sure, I’ll wait for you here, and she gave him the address. It was a little over an hour before Brad walked in the doorway, traffic was a mess, he told her, and parking was out of the question, too many people, too many cars. She offered to buy Brad a slice of Pizza but he declined telling her he’d had a big supper, but he wouldn’t mind a beer if she’d like to join him. Of course she told him, I’d love a cold beer, after-all it was a rather hot and humid night.

 Montreal was bustling with people from all over the world, some were just the normal tourists that came each year, but Liz thought that for the most part, most of the people in Montreal at this time of the year were here for two reasons, the Jazz Festival and the Grand Pre with the pretty models and fast cars that were on Crescent Street for a few days before any racing was done. It was a big deal for Montreal, but Liz wasn’t that much into the racing as she was into the Jazz Festival. With Brad leading the way through what seemed to be thousands of people Liz followed, and when he looked behind himself to see how she was doing he grabbed her hand, the crowd was big and he saw that Liz was falling behind. Liz wasn’t used to holding hands, but she had to admit, Brad had big hands and it felt good for him to be holding on to her, another plus for him Liz thought to herself. Finally, they reached the stage they were looking for. Actually Brad had chosen a Blues Stage, he wasn’t into Jazz like Liz but she didn’t mind, the music was good and so was the company. Instead of just holding her hand now, Brad wrapped his arm around her, and she sort of blushed all over, a tingling sensation went through her that she couldn’t explain. They had a wonderful evening, even getting into the dancing with others at the Blues Stage. At 11:00 PM everything was shut down, people had to work the next day, and the streets had to be cleaned before noon of the next day because that’s when the Jazz Festival opened noon to 11:00 PM daily. As Liz and Brad walked towards where they originally hooked up, he asked her if he could call her tomorrow night, but Liz didn’t want Brad calling her, fearful that her mother would answer, so she told him, she’d call him. She had to lie to him, Liz told him that her mother worked shift work and having the phone ringing would disturb her sleep, so he told her no problem, you call me. He bent over and gave her a light kiss on the lips, and Liz could feel her nipples getting hard. She wondered why, and promised herself that she’d look it up on the Internet as soon as she got home. She told Brad that she’d call him the next night; perhaps they could get together for a supper she suggested and Brad agreed.

 Chapter 3

 By the time Liz arrived home, her mom was sleeping or she wasn’t home, the house was in complete darkness. Liz was glad, she didn’t want any conversation with her mother, she was tired and just wanted to sleep. They lived close to a railway track but Liz was such a sound sleeper she never heard the train, even when her mom came home more than drunk with one of her men, she never heard a thing, she just fell into a deep sleep, and didn’t wake until early morning, just in time to get up and go to school. She didn’t feel the mattress going downwards, nor did she feel her panties being pushed aside, but she did feel a searing pain in her vagina. One of her mother’s lovers was raping her, and he was too big and heavy for Liz to push off. She couldn’t even scream, whoever was on top of her, raping her, had a pillow over her face. She felt the guy explode inside her, then he rolled off, panting like a dog, and telling her she was way tighter than her mother, he’d be back for more, and if she said anything he’d beat the daylights out of her mother and then Liz too. He told her how beautiful she was, and if she wanted to stay that way she better give him what he wanted from her or he’d cut her face, not even her mother would know her when he was finished with her. This scared Liz, so when the guy got off the bed, she ran and showered for what seemed an eternity, she just couldn’t get that funky stench off her body, she felt so dirty, and disgusted. She was afraid to say anything to her mother, not that she cared if that guy cut her mother, but Liz didn’t want her face cut, making her look ugly. She’d do what the guy wanted until she could figure out how to fix him so that he’d never touch her again. When Liz finally came out of the shower wearing only a long towel, he was waiting for her. He slapped her face and threw her back to the bed where he raped her for the second time that morning. Now Liz was afraid, this guy was some kind of a nut case, she’d better listen to him afraid that he would carry out his threat to cut her face or worse. Something had to be done about this guy and worse yet, Liz would have to be the one to do it, though at this time she didn’t quite know how to handle this kind of situation. She showered again, this time not taking so much time, fearing that Joe, her mothers lover and now her rapist would be waiting for her wanting to rape her again. When she came out of the shower this time, she was fully dressed, but Joe was nowhere to be found. She went to school, but her mind wasn’t on her school studies, she had to figure out a way to stop Joe from raping her, she was a virgin before Joe raped her this morning and he had another go at her, so her virginity was a thing of the past. Not that she minded loosing it, but she rather had hoped that she’d give it to Brad, not some drunk her mother brought home.

 After school she met with Brad for a coffee. She was feeling down, so she wasn’t her usual bubbly self. Brad asked what was bothering her, but she couldn’t tell him, after-all she barely knew Brad, she didn’t think it right to explain that she’d been raped twice that very morning. Liz told him that it was her time of the month, and he accepted that at face value, not that Brad really cared if she was on her period, but he let on that he understood. He had idea’s concerning Liz and that out of this world body she had, but he didn’t want to upset the cart too quickly, she was a real looker and he wanted nothing more than to get her into a bed, even on the grass would do, if he had his way. They just walked and talked small talk and finally Liz excused herself, telling Brad that she had some shopping to do before going home, her mother was waiting for her. He told her he’d see her the next day and she agreed, but in all truth, seeing anyone wasn’t a top priority for her at this time, the only reason she met with Brad was that for the first 15 minutes or so, she’d felt lonely, almost looking for a shoulder to lean on as she wouldn’t find that from her mother, she never had that loving feeling for her daughter so telling her mom that her boyfriend was raping her wouldn’t go over in a big way. Maybe too her mother wouldn’t believe her, and worse yet, she might put her out of the house. Liz needed a place to live; she had no relatives, only her mother. There wasn’t much she could do at this time. While walking home she had to go by a Police Station, she dropped in thinking that they may have, or be able to give her some idea’s on how to fend off a rapist. But when she got to the inner doorway, she stopped, afraid that they’d ask too many questions. Perhaps the Internet could offer Liz the answers she needed, so she hurried home, hoping Joe wouldn’t be there or her mom either, she needed some time to figure this out, there was no way she was going to let Joe continue to rape her as he pleased, she’d stop him one way or another. It took only a matter of minutes to figure out how to stop Joe from raping her, the Internet was just the best thing that ever came into her life. She shut the computer off and headed out the door, she needed to find a place where straight razors were sold, now she knew how to fix Joe, once and for all. She went to the corner store and looked in the Telephone Book, she found a supplier not too far away and they were open. Half an hour later, Liz was the new owner of a Pearl shaped Straight Razor, now she’d fix Joe the next time he came to see her, this thing was so sharp, it cut paper as it fell across the blade. Joe’s days of raping Liz were about to end, actually she thought to herself, I hope he’s home, and mom is passed out, I can’t wait to surprise him.

 Liz opened the front door and there sat Joe, with her mother lying on the sofa passed out. She held her hand out to Joe telling him, Joe take me, I can’t wait another minute and she bent way down making sure he could see her firm breasts. Her top was loose, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Liz grabbed him by his crotch, saying, I hope you aren’t all worn out from my mom baby, let me show you what I can do to you Joe, let me drive you wild with desire. Joe was beside himself, go do what you have to he told her I’ll be with you in a minute or so. Liz ran into her bedroom, took her clothes off and stood nude at the head of the bed one hand behind her back, waiting for Joe to arrive, he didn’t let her down, he was there in a flash. She pushed him onto the bed, and ripped his pants off. Joe hadn’t noticed the blood on Liz’s sheet that morning, so he had no idea that she’d been a virgin. She told Joe she wanted him to get kinky with her, so if he didn’t mind she would tie him to the bed, and Joe couldn’t reach out fast enough, wow, he thought to himself, this babe has it together and what a body, this should be good. Liz tied Joe securely, he couldn’t move if his life depended on it. She sat down beside him looking at this fat pathetic man, and hoped he suffered as much as he made her suffer this morning. She took the Straight Razor off the bedside table. Joe hadn’t seen it. She sat on top of him as though she was going to put his hardened penis inside her, but she didn’t do that, what she did next gave Joe the shock of his life. Liz took the razor and put it under Joe’s eyes. He gasped, but that was all he could do, because Liz had taped his mouth shut, he could only look at her in fear, maybe he thought to himself, I shouldn’t have taken her the second time this morning, but it was too late for that now, Liz had him where he couldn’t do anything about it. Starting at the top of Joe’s head, she slightly pushed the razor against him and slowly moved it down his face cutting him as she went down the front of his face. Blood was starting to seep into his eyes, and then the sides of his mouth, because Liz didn’t stop the razor’s decent down his body. She asked Joe if he was having a good time, but his eyes told the story, he feared he’d never get out of Liz’s bed alive. Now she was down under his chin, the razor still cutting him. Joe was pleading with his eyes, but Liz wasn’t listening, she just kept the razor moving. She was nearing his belly, he was bleeding pretty well now, Liz thought, and so she pressed a little harder, and the razor went deeper. When she reached his penis, she stopped. He looked at her wondering if indeed she’d cut his penis off, but Liz wasn’t about to end this too quickly, she took his penis in her hand and rubbed it till Joe was hard, then she circled his penis with the razor, he went soft in a hurry, but she got him hard again, and again she teased him with the razor. This time though she did cut his penis just enough to make it bleed and asked him if he’d had enough. Joe shook his head up and down, as though telling Liz he’d had enough but Liz didn’t seem to hear him, she just kept getting him hard, and then she’d cut him again. His penis was dripping in blood, it was running down his legs on to the sheets, but Liz didn’t care, actually, she liked this, more than she thought. She felt herself being turned on, so she sat her vagina on Joe’s face, making him give her oral sex again and again, until she felt weakened by the many orgasms she was having at the benefit of Joe’s tong. Phew, she thought to herself, I’m tired and yet, hmm this is fun. Liz ran the razor down the full length of Joe’s legs, and then back up for good measure. She looked him in the eyes, and told him that when she let him up, he’d better jump out the nearest window, she wouldn’t give him a second chance and that she never ever wanted to see him again, not even for him to come to their home. If she ever saw him again, she’d cut his throat, did he understand Liz asked. Joe shook with fear but managed to answer by nodding his head up and down. Liz put her jeans and top on, and then she cut the ropes that were holding Joe down. He grabbed his clothes and ran out the door, not even dressed, but bleeding pretty good Liz thought. Glad that she’d never see him again, she seriously doubted that Joe would ever darken her doorway again; she’d scared him good. Not that he didn’t deserve it, he did, and he deserved that and more.

 Chapter 4

 Liz was feeling good about what she did with Joe and how cutting him turned her on. She almost felt ashamed, but not really, it was just a feeling she was sure would go away. Now she had one more thing to take care of and that was dear old mom. She woke her mother with a hard slap to her face. She woke up protesting that Liz hit her, but when she saw the straight razor is Liz’s hand, she stopped talking. She just looked at Liz bewildered. Liz told her she was fed up with her bringing men home, and that from now on if her mother wanted to have a man, she’d better take him to a motel, never bring home another man Liz warned her, I’ll kill the two of you if you do. For the first time in her life, her mother thought, Liz had flipped out, but of course she didn’t know about Liz being raped by Joe, and Liz didn’t tell her. Liz was feeling a power she never felt before, and wasn’t quite sure on how she should handle it. More so, when she held that straight razor in her hands, it turned her on. More to look up on the Internet she thought to herself. She went to the shower, and washed off Joe’s blood that had gotten on her legs. When she dried herself, she wrapped a towel around her body and called Brad, maybe Brad wanted a piece of her, why not, I turn more heads than most women, I’m sure Brad has noticed my find body she thought to herself, and she’d make sure if Brad was available tonight, she’d give him a show he wouldn’t soon forget. He picked up on the first ring, and yes he’d like to join her at the Jazz Festival, they would meet at the same Pizza joint that they met at the night before. Liz went to her bureau. She took out her shortest mini skirt, which hung a few inches below her crotch area. She’d bought a new push up bra a few days ago, a hot Red the same color as her mini skirt. She wouldn’t be wearing panties tonight, she intended to shock Joe, and shock him good. Her V- neck sweater bared more flesh that would surely drive Brad crazy. Her breasts were tight, they hardly moved when she ran. A few dabs of perfume and Liz was ready to go. Hang on world she thought, here I come. When Brad saw Liz through the window, he felt himself getting an erection. My God he thought, what a woman, what a tease, but he approached her as though he hardly noticed her. As Joe approached her, she saw the rise in his pants, and if Joe thought he’d seen everything she was going to shock him good. She took him by the hand, and whispered in his ear for him to follow her. They walked out the doorway and into an alley. There was one dim light at the end of the alley; just enough to see each other’s eyes and then without saying a word, Liz put Joe’s hand between her legs. He looked at her shocked, not believing his good fortune, she wasn’t wearing panties Brad was shocked, but Liz shocked him more, she reached inside his pants, and started rubbing his penis, getting him harder than he could remember. She asked him to take her from behind and Joe did as she asked. Harder she whispered, and he rammed her harder and harder until he couldn’t do it anymore, she was in total control and Brad knew it. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. Wow, he thought to himself, this is just impossible. Oh Brad she whispered in his ear, I’m still on my period, do you mind she asked him, but all he could do was groan. Liz had him right where she wanted him and though she never had sex before yesterday, it didn’t matter it was amazing how fast she could read from the Computer. The Computer was quickly becoming her best friend. Though she enjoyed the sex, she enjoyed the power she had over Brad far more than the sex. That power gave her a high she couldn’t explain, and she was going to have it as much as possible if she had anything to say about it. When Liz left Brad he seemed to be passed out, but she thought with a smile on her face, not passed out, worn out might be the answer to Brad’s condition. 

Liz walked home thinking about the last few days and was thrilled at how far she came. She wasn’t a virgin anymore thanks to Joe, though at the time she thought it terrible the way he took it from her. Then she found out that using her brain and a Straight Razor got her a lot more than she’d ever thought possible. Then Brad came into her thoughts, he was a nice guy, and she would use him again, but she knew Brad wasn’t the man for her, she needed a guy to take command, to do things to her that would make her head spin, and that wasn’t Brad, he was too laid back for that kind of sexual excitement. Liz walked into the living room, but her mom wasn’t there so she decided to take a shower. It was a hot night, and the perverted sex hadn’t helped, phew she didn’t exactly smell that good. When her shower was finished, Liz dried herself, and looked in the floor length mirror. She had to admit to herself, she had a nice body, her hair came down over her shoulders, to the top of her firm breasts, and she always trimmed her pubic hair keeping herself looking as beautiful as possible though no one had seen her Vagina until a day ago, she was proud of her looks, and promised herself that she would continue to work out daily, she had a feeling that having a knock out body was going to come in handy, she was fed up with working at the Pizza joint for literally peanuts, Liz knew there were more ways of making money, and she was going to invest in her own future. 

Chapter 5 

Liz went on the Internet looking for work. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for, Escort Agencies. She wrote down several numbers, with the thought of giving them a call the next day, she was tired and needed a good sleep. With all that happened to her over the last two days, she was more than pooped, she was literally drained, and within minutes she was sound asleep. The next morning she heard her mother mumbling in the living room about something she didn’t quite understand so she got up to see what was going on. He mom was talking to some guy that Liz hadn’t heard of before, her mom was yelling at the guy on the phone, and telling him that he could come over when he wanted, but the guy didn’t seem to want to come to their home which pleased Liz to no end. When her mother hung up Liz sat down beside her. You know mom she started, Joe raped me, and even if you don’t believe me, I don’t care, but I’m telling you this now, if you bring any more men into this house you and I are going to have problems that you aren’t going to like. I mean it mom, Liz told her, no more men in this house. I may be your daughter, but the men that you choose to sleep with have no right touching me, and I’m not going through that again at any price. I do hope you understand mom, because I’m not going to tell you again. With that, Liz got up and went back to her bedroom to dress, she had appointments to keep. Liz had an appointment with an Escort Agency that afternoon. In reality the escort agency weren’t going to pay her to sleep or have sex with men, that was her choice, but they didn’t discourage it either. When Liz sat down she made sure her skirt ran high up her leg, and one look at her, and her new boss, Larry, hired her right away. She would work on an on-call basis, but Larry assured her she wouldn’t go a day without work if she wanted to work each day. Her job was to escort men on their travels through Montreal, and of course to eat at the finest restraints. She was to dress as the man required. The Agency would call her usually giving her a little more than an hours notice, and of course, Larry told her if she didn’t have a car, she would be wise to have Taxi’s on hand, so she could meet the prospective client on time. It was imperative that she always be on time. 

That evening around 7 PM she received her first call. Larry described her date as an older man, wanting to have a pretty young lady on his arm for the evening. She would be paid in cash and she had to keep in mind that 40% went to Larry, she would keep the rest. Also she would be responsible to pay her own taxes. The fee was $100.00 an hour and instead of using a Credit Card, the man elected to pay Liz in cash. To be sure she got her money in full, Larry told her to collect it up front, as soon as she met the man, he had to pay her for the number of hours he’d want her to be with him. Larry told her the gentleman that she was to meet required she wear a Black dress, with matching high-heels. He gave Liz the address and wished her good luck. At 8:30PM Liz Mr. Doe as he called himself, greeted Liz with an approving smile and held his arm out for her to hold. They walked along Crescent St. in Montreal, until the arrived at the Restaurant that he wanted to eat in. It was a posh place by Liz’s standards. Mr. Doe was a gentleman, he held her chair for her to sit down and Liz felt his eyes on her breasts, but she let it go, after-all that’s what she was being paid $60.00 an hour for. They made small talk until the waiter arrived and took their order. Liz ordered her steak well done, while her companion ordered his on the rare size. He asked her lots of questions and she found herself lying through her teeth. How much education, and what she did when she wasn’t working wasn’t this guy’s business, so she kept her private life to herself. Thankfully he was easy- going and not hard to talk to. They finished their supper, and he invited Liz to join him at a local concert. This would be a first for Liz; she’d never been to anything other than a Rolling Stones concert a real concert would certainly be a treat. Much to her surprise she loved the music, the orchestra played, and promised herself to get some of this kind of music to listen to at home. When the concert was finished Mr. Doe invited her to join him for a drink, which she gladly did. She ordered a beer and he ordered a fine wine. Again they talked and then the question she knew would eventually come up was looking her in the face. Would she care to join him off the books he put it, for the rest of the night and how much would she charge him? Liz took no time in telling Mr. Doe that indeed she would join him, and that her price was $250.00 an hour minimum 4 hours, and in cash only. Mr. Doe agreed and they went to the Ritz Carlton Hotel to get better acquainted. Liz let Mr. Doe undress her, and he took his time. She didn’t mind how much time he took, she was making a lot of money off this man, and he could take all the time he wanted. As Liz was being undressed she though about the money she was making tonight. She owed $160.00 to Larry. That meant that for four hours of eating and watching a concert, she’d made $240.00 and after spending the night with Mr. Doe, she’d be another thousand dollars richer. Good she thought, this money is going to pay for my education, Liz wanted to take courses in Criminal Behavior, she’d heard from the Guidance Counselor that this kind of work paid big money and Liz figured if she had to work for a living she might as well get a good education. The escort business would help her achieve her studies without her having to borrow money from the Government. Mr. Doe had her nude now and was just starring at her. Is there something wrong she asked him? All he could do was look at her breasts but he managed to mutter no, there’s nothing wrong. Liz reached in her purse and pulled out a condom, she didn’t want to take any chances of getting a disease, not for the money that Mr. Doe was paying her. He asked her if it was possible to have oral sex, and Liz told him, Mr. Doe, he could have any kind of sex that tickled your mind. The only thing I don’t permit is rough sex, other than that; I’ll do anything you want. Nearly 4 hours later Liz left Mr. Doe, a big smile on his face and he promised her that the next time he was in town he’d call just for her. She called Larry to tell him she was finished for the night, which in a way was true; she was finished with Mr. Doe, now it was her time to find some fun, she wanted to make love with a Black man, she’d read that Black men had large penises and she wanted to feel pain. Mr. Doe hadn’t been very big, and really she didn’t even have an orgasm. That surprised her; she thought that she’d get off with Mr. Doe, but he didn’t do anything for her at all. She moaned and groaned as though he was the best lover she’d ever had, and why not, he was paying her, she might as well play the part. The kind of money that Mr. Doe paid her didn’t exactly fall out of the sky. If moaning and a few yes, yes, yes made him happy, why not.  

Chapter 6 

Liz hit one of the bars on St. Catherine street, that she knew catered to mostly black people, she hoped she’d find a guy that was well endowed, she really wanted to get off, besides, she might as well practice, she never knew how many types of men she’d meet working for the escort business. She pushed through the crowd making her way to the bar. She ordered a beer, but as she was reaching into her purse to get the money a big Black man, told her not to worry about it, he’d pay for her drink. He had a soft voice, but when Liz looked down to the man’s crotch, she was amazed how his pants seemed to bulge. He asked her if she’d like to dance a slow one, and she could hardly contain herself. He led her to the dance floor and their bodies became one. He held her tight against his chest, and she felt her breasts digging into his soft flesh. What she did next shocked the guy she was dancing with. She reached down between their legs and rubbed his penis. She whispered in his ear, how’d you like to put that junk of meat deep inside me? He nodded that he’d like that indeed so Liz lead him to the back alley, and before he could say anything she was on her knees, no condom, just taking all he had to offer her even though she choked a few times, it didn’t matter the guy was going crazy. When he was good and hard she told him to put his thing deep in her anus. She wanted all he had to give her and she wanted it now. He didn’t need to be told twice, he took her hard, the way she seemed to like it and when he’d had all of her he could take for one night, she simply lowered her skirt, and walked away. He looked at her from behind thinking to himself that she was one foxy babe, he’d like to have again, but it wasn’t going to happen, and he knew it. Liz went home, so tired and yet excited about her evening with Mr. Doe and the Black guy she’d enjoyed in the alley behind the club. Liz didn’t quite know what had come over her when Joe had raped her, but something chilling came alive inside her, and she never wanted it to go back to sleep. She enjoyed the thrill of a man taking her with a thrust, she enjoyed the roughness of what she was doing with the guy who happened to get her to raise her skirt, but something was lacking and Liz wasn’t exactly sure what it was. Tonight was her first time as an escort and she made more money than she could have made working a full time job. Tomorrow after a good sleep it would be time for Liz to find her own apartment, she needed her own space away from her mothers prying eyes. 

As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell into a deep sleep. The next morning after her shower, she grabbed the newspaper and started looking for apartments. She wanted something that wouldn’t cost her a lot of money but was in the heart of downtown Montreal. After reading the second paper she found what she thought might be a good apartment, so she made an appointment to see it. As soon as she saw the apartment she fell in love with it. It only had a Fridge and Stove, but that was ok, Liz thought to herself, she wanted to furnish it with the best she could afford. Unlike her mom, she didn’t want hand me downs, she wanted all new furniture. After paying the first months rent she got herself a Cell Phone and called Larry. She told him that she was no longer living at home and that if he needed her to work, he should call her on her Cell Phone, she wouldn’t be living at her old address anymore. As it turned out, Larry had more work for her that very night if she wanted and she did want. More money for me she thought. Larry told her that the guy who she would meet was a young dot com man from the States, and that he wanted a pretty girl on his arm for the evening, but that he’d paid for 4 hours on his credit card, and that Larry would pay her after she finished her date with the guy. He gave her the instructions the man had given him. The girl wear a short dress or mini skirt and high heels and that she should meet him at the Peel Pub around 6 PM. He’d booked her for four hours. Larry was quick to point out to Liz that if she stayed with the guy after 4 hours whatever money she made was hers to keep. Larry gave Liz the guy’s name and hung up. Liz had a bit of time, so she took a nap, the cool air blowing in the window. It was a good thing she’d set her alarm clock, she nearly over-slept. She had a quick shower, put on some sexy perfume, dressed in her Red micro Mini Skirt, high-heels and ran to meet the newest man in her life, well at least for 4 hours he would be new. Liz hoped he’d want sex, that way she’d make double what Larry would pay her. Though she didn’t know it, Liz was about to learn a lesson that she would never forget, and without knowing it, tonight was that night, tonight with Mr. Anderson he’d teach her a lesson about life. As per her previous instructions she met Mr. Anderson at the Peel Pub at 6PM sharp. She had a brief description of what he looked like so finding him wasn’t hard. He introduced himself and told her right out, really babe he told her, I’m not interested in feeding you or taking you out dancing, I’m looking for great sex, what can you do about that? At first Liz was caught off guard, but she answered him in the same rude manner that he’d started the conversation with her. It will cost you $12.00 for four hours and you must wear a condom, if you don’t like that she told him, call another girl and I want it up front before we leave this pub. What do you mean you want it up front, don’t you trust me he asked her. No I don’t trust you she told him, all you guys are the same you want my body but you aren’t willing to pay for it, so lets call the evening off. I’ll tell my boss to refund your money. Ok, ok, he told her. I’ll get the money and I’ll be back as soon as possible. He walked out the door, and Liz had to admit she had a funny feeling about this guy. Even though he was only her second customer and she’d raised her price two hundred dollars more, she really did it hoping he’d say no, but when he said he’d get the money she had to do as she was going to get paid for. He wasn’t long getting back to the Pub, and he gave her the money, but when he did, he told her, bitch, you are mine for four hours, I hope you are up to it. He took her by the arm, rather roughly, and Liz followed thinking to herself, this isn’t starting off on the right foot, I hope I don’t have any problems tonight. When Mr. Anderson opened the Hotel room, he grabbed Liz and threw her on the bed. He didn’t wait for her to undress, he pushed her mini skirt up over her breasts and without a condom on, he plunged himself into her vagina. It hurt like hell, she wasn’t even a bit wet and he was far too heavy to push off. Liz was thinking to herself, if I had my straight razor he’d act differently, but she didn’t have it, and Mr. Anderson was taking her anyway he wanted, he had her pinned down, there was nothing she could do except moan, but her moan wasn’t fake this time, this guy was really hurting her. He threw her onto the floor, wanting oral sex but she refused, so he slapped her across the face a few times but she still wouldn’t do, as he wanted. He started yelling at her, but she paid no attention to his goings on. Liz finally managed to get him off her and she got enough space to slap his face before she walked out into the hallway naked, her mini skirt in her hand. Indeed, she thought to herself, never again will I go with another man and not have my straight razor with me. No one would ever do this to her again, she promised herself. 

Chapter 7

 The next morning Liz called Larry to tell him about Mr. Anderson and how rude and rough he’d been with her. Larry asked Liz if she was ok, and she told him yes, but that from now on, she hoped that Larry and his staff would screen the men she would meet a little better than they screened Mr. Anderson. If Larry and his staff couldn’t do a better job of screening the men she was being paid to meet, she’d quit and go to another agency. No way Larry wanted his star Queen walking out on his escort business, Liz though he didn’t tell her was a regular gold mine, she was his most sought after girl. Of course he had a website where potential customers could look at the girls pictures for free, and they could even book appointments by Credit Card if they wished. Yes he though to himself I don’t want any harm coming to Liz, I better screen the guys more. 

Liz went to a local Leather shop, looking for something Leather to hold her razor knife. She needed something small, and fashionable, so it had to look good, but not show her knife. She also needed to be able to get it out of its cover without too much trouble, so the Shoemaker made her a cover that latched to her wrist, with Velcro and on top of the band that held her razor knife sat a watch, it didn’t even look like anything other than a watch. Liz felt far more comfortable with the razor knife where she could reach it. This was her safety net, should she meet another ass like Mr. Anderson. With that out of the way she called Larry telling him she needed a few days off, she had things to do and she didn’t want to work again until the weekend. It was more than two weeks since she last saw Brad. She wondered how he was doing so she gave him a call. As usual Brad answered on the first ring, and he was quite surprised to hear from Liz. She told Brad that she now had her own apartment and asked him to stop by later that evening, would he be coming over she asked him. Poor Brad Liz thought to herself, she’d really given him the ride of a lifetime, and now he could hardly tell her he wanted to see her, but he finally managed to get her address with a promise that he’d be over to her new apartment later that evening. Liz thought to herself Brad was a nice guy with a bad crush on her.  

At about 9PM her cell phone rang, Brad was in the lobby waiting for her to ring him up. Liz didn’t know what it was about Brad that excited her, but she felt she could trust him like a friend, and even though they’d made love in an alley that didn’t matter, Brad was or seemed to be that kind of guy that a girl could trust. She was about to find out about Brad, she was going to confide her secret life to him and see his reaction. She pushed the button that opened the door downstairs in the lobby. A minute or so later Brad appeared in her doorway. Liz hugged him as though it had been years since they saw each other, and she could tell from his expression that he was happy to see her too. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy or sexy, just a pair of joggers and running shoes. Her top was kind of low in the neck, but she was sure after Brad had an eye full he’d stop starring at her. She motioned him to sit on the couch, and went to the fridge to get him a beer. When she got back into the living room, Brad was stretched out, feeling right at home, and Liz was happy about that, she wanted to share with Brad, and she needed him comfortable. So she asked him. Aren’t you going to ask where I managed to get the money for these fancy digs? I was thinking about that he told her, so where did you get the money? Well Brad she started, before I can tell you, I have to know that you will keep this to yourself, and not let it come between us, I really like you and I’d hate to loose you as a friend. No problem he told her, whatever it is, I’m ready to hear your story. Liz sat down on the couch next to Brad and started telling him about her mother and the fact that just a day after Joe, he mothers ex boyfriend had raped her, she’d made love to him in the alley. She didn’t know why she did it like she did, but Brad, you have to know I’m a different person now and if I hurt you I’m sorry. Brad held up a hand to stop Liz from talking. He asked her, you mean you were raped one day and the next day you made love to me in an alley? Yes she told him, that’s about how it went, but what Liz didn’t tell Brad was that she’d cut Joe with her razor knife, she thought that part of her story better be left alone.  

She told him, I’m an escort now. I usually work 5 to 6 nights a week escorting rich men around Montreal, and I’m paid very well to do this job. She could see a change in his eyes, but he said nothing letting her continue. I don’t ever want to live the kind of life my mother lived, I want more and when I finish my courses in College maybe I’ll quit this job, but until then, it pays the bills and allows me to have such a nice Apartment. Brad was kind of stuck for words, he’d never thought that Liz would ever get involved in such a business, but then again, with a body and looks like hers the Escort business seemed to be the right job for her. The reason I’m telling you this Brad she went on, is because while I do go out with rich men, in reality, I’m lonely. I need a friend, and I’m hoping you are going to be that friend. Brad cleared his throat, and told her, sure, why not, I liked you before I knew what you are now doing, there’s no reason to stop liking you. With that Liz jumped into Brad’s arms, hugging and kissing him, glad to finally have a friend she could confide in and if Brad wanted her for sex, she’d give it to him gladly. She gave Brad another drink, he seemed a bit stiff, after her telling him about her new profession. What she didn’t tell Brad was that she was thinking about opening her own Escort business, the only thing that bothered her was that no kind of business like this operated without the support of the Mafia, or the Hells Angles. She knew if she opened this kind of business, she’d have to pay them a percentage. That was the cost of doing business in the Escort world. Pay off the right people or get one’s legs broken or worse. Brad spent the night making love to her over and over, she was so tired when he left, she just fell into a deep sleep, not even bothering to have a shower, anyway she’d thought to herself, I’m not working tomorrow, I can do what I want. Liz slept until almost noon. She opened the drapes to her apartment letting the hot sun come in. She thought to herself, maybe this is a good day to talk to Larry her boss, about her plans to open her own escort business. If he didn’t like it, well Liz thought she’d quit and go on her own, she’d learned a lot in the last year about how the business worked, and about how much money she was loosing being just an Escort. 

Chapter 8 

Liz put on a nice Red summer dress that hugged her body as though it was made just for her. She didn’t bother wearing a bra, and panties she wanted to feel the warm air against her body. Larry was waiting for her, and as soon as she opened the office door, he was there to greet her and why not Liz thought to herself, I make the most money of all the girls who work here, it’s good that Larry takes the time to greet me like a queen. Larry poured them a drink and they sat down. So he asked her, what’s going on? Why did you want to meet with me today? Well Liz started, it’s like this Larry, I want to open my own Escort business and I can do it with you as a partner or I can do it alone. Larry knew this was going to happen. Liz wasn’t the usual run of the mill girl, she had brains and a good body, and he’d known that it wouldn’t be long before Liz knew the business inside and out. Hmm he cleared his throat, I guess I knew this day was coming I just didn’t know when. So, he asked her. What do you propose? Liz laid it out for Larry telling him that she wanted to be an equal partner with him. She would continue to work as an Escort, but that she would hire her own girls, and whatever they made as her Escorts would be hers. She only needed his business name, and she would pay him a percentage for him allowing her to use his business to run hers. Larry asked her if she knew he was backed by the Hells Angels, and she nodded her head telling him that she knew about them, but she didn’t know what percentage Larry was paying them. Larry fixed them both another drink asking Liz if she was going to work for herself or work for him? She told Larry, I’ll work for you for another 6 months, which I think fair to you then I’m going to be going on my own within your business if you agree. Larry thought about it for a few minutes, knowing that if Liz quit and started her own business, he’d be the looser in the end, so he agreed to her terms.

Six months later Liz s was doing a great. She’d hired four girls who could almost be her twin sisters. Exotic Relationships was what she named her company, and she wasn’t working as hard now, as she was before she started her own Escort business. She escorted the occasional man, but mostly she studied for her courses and kept the books in her company up to date. She never declared her earnings, just those of the girls she had working for her. She’d gained a good reputation in the Escort business, and life was grand until Mr. Sam walked in the door of her office. She looked up from her desk and there he was, a pudgy kind of man, with large arms and hands. He wore horn-rimmed glasses, and to be honest he wasn’t much to look at, but he was a customer, she’d try to satisfy his needs if he had the money. He told her that he was looking for an escort for the evening, could he see the pictures of the girls who worked for her. Liz showed Mr. Sam the pictures of the girls she had working for her, but he didn’t seem interested. I don’t want them he told her I want you. Liz really didn’t want to work, she had plans with Brad that evening, so she told him that to date her for four hours it would cost him $250.00 an hour. He didn’t even blink he just asked her if he could pay her at his Hotel room. Liz was kind of disappointed that Mr. Sam had accepted her price, she’d put the price up from her normal fee’s hoping he’d turn it down, but he didn’t so they agreed to meet at his Hotel at 9:PM that evening.

When Mr. Sam as he called himself left her office, Liz went home to shower and change into the kind of clothes that Mr. Sam wanted. Some of her customers had quirky tastes, but she guessed that it was the nature of her business to be who her customers wanted her to be, or to look like. Liz put on her Black mini skirt and Red high-heeled shoes, a tight top, with a V neckline. A short spray of perfume and then she called Brad. She told him that something had come up and that she couldn’t keep the date they had, but they would get together tomorrow night. She reached for her purse and walked out the doorway of her apartment to never be the same again. Life was about to take a drastic change for Liz she just didn’t know it. She met Mr. Sam in the Bar. They had a few drinks, and danced a few dances. He’d held her tightly grabbing her ass when they were out of sight from the others and while Liz didn’t really care, she thought he was kind of rough. She wasn’t a piece of meat that he could handle like he did, but she said nothing, Mr. Sam was paying her big money for a few dances and maybe some sex. They left the Bar and went to his room, he offered her another drink and she accepted, and then he told her undress slowly. Liz did as Mr. Sam asked, taking her clothes off slowly, and teasing him at the same time. He grabbed her and threw her on to the bed, complaining that she’d left her watch on. Liz paid not attention to his complaints she just laid on the bed waiting for him to do to her whatever he wanted. What happened next surprised her. Mr. Sam slapped her hard across her face. Before she could protest he slapped her again then he pulled her mouth to his hardened penis. She couldn’t resist, he was far stronger than he looked, and now he was laying on top of her his penis deep in her throat, gagging her, and he didn’t seem to care. Liz was choking and she had to get this guy off her, but he was too strong, so she shook her wrist, and her razor knife popped into her hand. She got a good grip on it and slashed Mr. Sam’s stomach. He rolled off her in a hurry, screaming in pain, but now Liz was pissed off, who the hell did this guy think he was? Mr. Sam was bleeding pretty good, she’d really slashed his belly, so she slashed him again making him bleed even more. The blood was gushing all over the bed and all over Liz too and for some reason, the hot blood turned her on. She literally sat on Mr. Sam’s face, he couldn’t scream, and she cut him a few more times. She couldn’t get over how this man’s blood streaming on to her turned her on, but it did and in a big way. Each time she cut him, she had an orgasm. Each time Sam’s hot blood squirted on her she had another orgasm. Liz liked Mr. Sam’s bleeding on her but he was starting to change colors and he wasn’t fighting with her anymore. He was whimpering like a baby, and Liz just kept cutting him. She changed her position on his body, now that she was in control and he couldn’t move, she sat on his chest and cut his throat. Blood squirted all over her breasts and belly. She loved the feeling, and right then and there, she knew she’d have to do this again. The feeling of hot blood on her skin gave her a high that she never knew existed. Mr. Sam took one final breath and died with Liz sitting on his chest, full of his blood. Even though he was now dead Liz couldn’t seem to stop cutting this man’s body. She cut his face, his eyes, even his mouth and before she stopped she cut his penis off. Still full of blood, she took Mr. Sam’s penis into the kitchen area and cut it into small pieces, then flushed it down the toilet.  She looked  to see if he had a Cell Phone and he did, so she took it. then she took the two glasses they’d used and broke them into small pieces, then wrapped them in a piece of toilet paper, and put it in her purse. There was no way she was about to leave any traces around that the cops could use to track her down. Liz took a long hot shower, got dressed. Now that reality set in, she knew she had to disguise herself. The last thing Liz wanted was to go to jail for killing one of her customers. The hallways were deserted. It was late and most people would probably be sleeping. There should only be one desk clerk at the counter, and Liz hoped he or she would be busy. She needed to get out the front door without being seen.

Chapter 9

 She walked a few blocks down the street and then got on a bus, going nowhere. She had to think, this was a hell of a mess to be in. Her life was just starting to be good, she had her own business, a brand new car, bought and paid for in cash, and this creep Mr. Sam had gotten too rough with her, actually at one time she feared for her life, thinking that Mr. Sam was going to choke her with his penis. And now, well he was as dead as a doornail, no penis, he was full of blood, and for sure that morning when the maid came to clean the room Mr. Sam’s body would be found. The cops would be called, and they’d be looking for answers, fingerprinting the entire room and trying to analyze the blood splatter on the bed, walls and the floor. Yep Liz was glad that she was taking courses on Human Behavior, and one of her courses was on criminology. When she finally got home, she took her mini skirt off and put it in a plastic bag. Then she had to get rid of her shoes, but before throwing them out, she cut them to pieces with a sharp knife. Thankfully there were chutes in her apartment building, all she had to do was drop her plastic bad down one of the chutes and not worry about it again, but Liz was too smart for that, she put her mini skirt in a bag and dropped it down the chute. She would get rid of her shoes somewhere between her home and her office.

Liz thought to herself that perhaps she might be mentally sick. She couldn’t figure out why blood, especially hot blood turned her on, but it did and in a big way. She didn’t need a man’s penis in her, all she needed for a man to do, was bleed over her. It was a strange feeling for sure, and Liz couldn’t shake it, actually she was thinking of going out that night and cutting another man just to see how it would feel. She showered again and got in bed, she was pooped and needed a long sleep. She woke up around noon, had another shower, and washed her razor knife in Javex twice just to make sure there was no blood on it. Then she took a Q-Tip with alcohol and soaked it in that solution for over an hour to make sure any traces of blood would be gone. One couldn’t be too careful.

She dressed casual, and went to work. The other girls were their looking for their weekly pay. Liz had stopped at the Bank on her way and gotten their money. Friday evening everyone got paid, even Liz took a percentage of the weeks money. Not counting any that she made, she always had a secret place to put her money so she wouldn’t have to pay taxes on it. After the girls left, Liz sat in a daze. She didn’t quite know how to explain her killing Mr. Sam. The one thing she knew was that from now on, she would never go out with a customer if she didn’t have a wig on to disguise herself. Maybe even a pair of horn-rimmed glasses as well, making her identification nearly impossible. She was just drifting off into a power snooze when her cell phone rang. It was Brad, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to meet with him or not. She was afraid that she might hurt him and yet, she had to find out if it was only certain types of men who triggered something inside her, or all men. Brad wanted to know if they could meet later and Liz told him, that it would be ok, at her place in about an hour. Brad showed up at her door in less than an hour with a big bunch of Roses, and a box of Candy. She was shocked, no one had ever bought her flowers before, and a tear ran down her cheek. She was really happy that she’d said yes to Brad, she really needed a shoulder to cry on, she had a lot on her mind, that just wouldn’t go away. She gave Brad a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for being so thoughtful. Liz went and got them each a drink and they went out on the balcony to enjoy their drinks and the stars in the sky. Brad found Liz to be a bit down and asked her if anything was wrong. Liz just told him she had a lot on her mind and that when they finished their drinks, perhaps he could make love to her. That was good enough to stop Brad from asking any questions. He just held her in his arms, and they sat in silence, looking at the sky.

Chapter 10

Liz went down to the corner store the next morning to get a Newspaper. Mr. Sam’s death was front-page news, and a chill went down Liz’s back. She knew that the Hotel maid would find Mr. Sam’s body, but she really didn’t expect the Newspapers to have the story so quickly, they must have found his body last evening shortly after she left. There would be no way the papers could have the story and publish it so quickly if they hadn’t of found out last night. Liz hoped that she had removed all traces of her being with Mr. Sam, and he had paid her cash so the cops wouldn’t be able to trace her through a Credit Card. The hell with it she thought, what will be will be. She had a shower and went to the office. Being an Escort was a 7-day a week job and she wasn’t about to let this thing with Mr. Sam get under her skin, there was money to be made and she was the one who could make it.

Three weeks went by and there were no more stories in the Newspaper regarding Mr. Sam. It had been a hot item for a few days, but the story went dead. The cops had a media release saying they had no clues they didn’t have any idea who had killed Mr. Sam, the only thing they knew was that he was an out of town business man. Liz knew the cops wouldn’t release any information regarding Mr. Sam’s penis being cut off, they’d keep that to themselves in case they needed it at a later date in their investigation.

Business was good. Liz was seeing Brad on a regular basis, and Mr. Sam was only a faded memory in her mind. She hired three more girls, and still between her and Larry, they couldn’t keep up with the demand for escorts. Liz and Larry sat down for their monthly meeting and Liz told him she wanted to open another office, in another City. The business was there, all they had to do was go and get it, plus spring was just around the corner, and they both knew that business would pick up, when the Convention Centers started with such things as Boat Shows, Motorcycle Shows and those kinds of things. There was one girl in particular that Liz liked and trusted. She’d use that girl to run her new office. It only took a few minutes for Larry to agree. There were no doubts in Larry’s mind that Liz knew how to turn a buck into many bucks, which he got a percentage of anyway so he figured he might as well agree with her. Within in a week, Liz had the new business opened up and things were striving. Rarely would Liz do any escorting these days, she had girls for that, she just took care of the books, paying the rents and paying the girls, but something kept nagging her about the blood thing, she had to find out what it was that excited her.

She went back the Bar with all the Black guys, hoping she’d see the guy she’d made it with a few months ago. This time though she was in disguise, like a business- woman, she certainly didn’t want to be recognized by anyone at the bar. She didn’t see the guy she’d been with the last time she was there, but she did see one guy, a big man, who turned her on, so she approached him. She whispered in his ear that she couldn’t wait for him to take her into the alley and bang the ass off her. Then she reached between his legs and felt him up. It only took a matter of seconds and he was hard, and following the hot babe, who turned him on like crazy. They got into the alley and the guy was groping her and Liz let him, in fact she pushed herself against the guy urging him to make love to her, from behind, he didn’t let her down. When he was deep inside her, she reached behind herself and cut his penis off in one slice. He was bleeding like a pig and hollering at the top of his lungs, but he music in the bar was so loud no one heard him. Liz looked into his eyes, and cut his throat. He died in a matter of minutes but not before bleeding all over Liz and there it was that feeling she couldn’t explain, the one that made her feel so good. She pulled the guy’s soft penis out of her vagina and put it in her purse, then she cut him a few more times. She went behind a dumpster, changed her clothes, put them in a bag and left. This time dressed differently with no wig on. She looked behind and saw the guy on the ground, full of his own blood, and dead.

The next day Liz checked the papers, but there was no mention of the guy killed in the alley. Liz figured out that the cops hadn’t found him yet. If the cops had found him, it would be front-page news again. A few days later the story about a Black man found dead in an alley behind a local bar was in the papers, but again, no mention about the guy’s penis being cut off. Liz was starting to like the excitement of guys bleeding all over her, and she wanted more of it. She did the same thing with this guy’s penis as she did with Mr. Sam’s; she cut it into small pieces and flushed it down the toilet.

The escort business was a quirky business to be in. Sometimes she didn’t date men; sometimes she dated women as well. Liz wasn’t into the woman, woman thing, but for the right money she’d escort another woman around and even have sex with them if the price was right. Liz wondered if killing a woman would give her the same thrill, and decided that the next time she had a date with a woman, she’d find out.

 Chapter 11

The cops didn’t quite know what to make of the killings of two men. Both with their penises cut off and left for dead. One in a local Hotel, and the other behind a bar, within a few weeks of each other’s deaths. When they’d got the call from the Hotel, they dusted for prints but only found prints belonging to the dead guy. They knew that he hadn’t cut his own penis off, and then cut himself several times more just to end up dying, that would be a crazy way of taking one’s own life. Someone had killed Mr. Sam, but who and why? Then just the other day when the Garbage man had found the other body behind the dumpster. He too was lacking his penis and was cut up like a piece of paper. Again there were no prints that would lead them to finding out who the killer was. They had nothing to go by. The guy wasn’t into drugs, so they ruled his death out as being gang related they just had no clues. Whoever was killing these guys was either very smart, or lucky. They tried looking at all angles, maybe thinking that at least Mr. Sam was killed by a hooker, and as for the other guy, there were no signs of struggle. Maybe a hooker killed this guy too, but other than that they had no idea what was happening. What they did hope was that this wasn’t going to be an on-going thing. Whoever was killing these men and cutting off their penises wasn’t a dummy, or they knew about Police procedures. Either way, the cops hoped that the last guy killed would indeed be the last one. They weren’t so lucky, Liz killed another person, again in a Hotel, but this time there was a twist, the newest person they found was a woman, she had her belly slit like a knife through hot butter. Her entire stomach was literally lying on the floor beside her body. Three people dead in less than three weeks and they had no clues. This was going to be a hard one to figure out. The cops hoped that they didn’t have a serial killer on a rampage, but it was starting to look that way. The three dead people didn’t have Criminal records. They weren’t involved in gangs, and they all had their money with them when their bodies were found, so that ruled out robbery. Before the end of the month, three more men were found dead. All three men had their penises cut off, and were sliced and diced, like the ones before them. Again no clues were found. Not even a hair that they couldn’t identify was found. This was going to be a hard case to solve if they didn’t get help so they called in a Criminal Profiler. Sergeant Christy would be their only hope of catching this nut case and even then they weren’t sure if Christy would find anything that they didn’t already know. For sure she wouldn’t find finger- prints, and she wouldn’t find any other things that would help them find the killer except for that person’s profile. A maybe on who was doing the killings would give them some hope which was far more than what they had now.

Liz had met Betsy in a local Lesbian bar. It didn’t take long to pick her up, and well the rest is sort of history. They went to a cheap Motel. Liz stayed in the car while Betsy booked the room. It was a bit dark, even raining a bit so Liz knew the clerk wouldn’t be able to see her and the two women went into the Motel room. Not more than twenty minutes had gone by and the two women were deep into making love to each other. Betsy wanted to be on top of Liz and that’s the way it went. When Betsy was caressing Liz’s breasts, Liz reached down between their legs and at Betsy’s pelvis bone she sliced her open to her heart bone. She bled all over Liz, in one gush, and what a feeling. She didn’t think that a woman’s blood would excite her, but it did, just as much as a man’s blood, maybe even more. The feeling of hot blood on her gave her orgasms beyond her wildest dreams it was just amazing. Now Liz had a bit of a problem. The cops would know that someone was below Betsy as most of her blood flowed onto Liz, there was hardly any blood anywhere else, but there was little Liz could do except make sure everything that linked her to this room was cleaned up or removed. Liz looked at Betsy, and in a small way felt sorry for her. She wasn’t that old, maybe 22 to 25 and she was very pretty. It was a shame that Liz had to kill her, but that was life, and if Betsy hadn’t of wanted to have Liz for sex, she’d be alive now. Liz cleaned herself up, and checked the room to see if there were any telltale signs that she’d been there. In reality the only thing that was messed up was her newest wig, but Liz didn’t care about that, wigs were a dime a dozen. After she showered, she wiped everything she had touched. She took the beer bottles that she and Betsy brought with them and she put the bottles in her plastic bag. The only thing left was to shower, and leave. Liz put her hand on Betsy’s body. Betsy was starting to get cold, and Liz thought about taking a part of Betsy with her, but she changed her mind. In reality she got what she came for, Betsy’s blood and orgasms beyond her wildest dreams.

The next morning the maid showed up to clean the room, and when she opened the door, she found a dead woman gutted like a fish. She called the manager who in turn called the Police and not only the cops showed up but the press too. The cops knew that keeping this quiet was a done deal; the murders would now be described as being the work of a Serial Killer, one that Montreal Police soon hoped to catch.

Chapter 12

This was getting out of hand and now the Chief of Detectives was called in to work on this case. Sergeant Christy was called along with Blood Splatter experts; the frigging room was a real mess. Blood everywhere, and not even a finger- print out of place. The one thing the cops knew was that whoever killed this woman was underneath her when she was killed, there was hardly any blood on the carpet, it must be on the person who killed this poor girl. Harry Anderson, Chief of Detectives arrived and he was escorted into the room where the young lady was lying. He told the cops to put Yellow tape around the crime scene. He didn’t want anyone tracking in any dirt more than was already there. When everyone who should be there, was there, he waited for them to do their jobs. There was hardly any blood splatter making the cops wonder where all this woman’s blood went. They could see that she was cut open, so the only conclusion they could come to was that whoever killed this girl was underneath her when she died. They ran finger print tests. None were found. Sergeant Christy was trying her hardest to describe the killer but with not even a hair out of place the only things she could say for sure was that the person responsible for this particular killing was quite smart, and very tidy, he or she left no traces behind themselves. If there was anything thing that stuck out in Sergeant Christy’s mind was that the killer was well organized and very smart. Probably that person knew Police procedures and without a doubt, they could all agree that these killings were the work of a Serial Killer. Was the killer a man or woman they didn’t know, and they also didn’t know if that person was a hooker or not, but it was starting to look that way. Why would anyone go to a Motel with anyone if they weren’t married, or going out with one another? Detective Anderson surmised that the killer was either a hooker or an escort, and they’d better catch this person soon before Montreal got the reputation of being the home of a Serial Killer.

Liz got up early and went to get a newspaper. Betsy wasn’t in the paper, but she was on Television later that day for the noon news. Her killing was being described as being the work of a Serial Killer whom the Police hoped to have in custody soon. Yeah-right Liz thought, you haven’t got any clues, and you won’t have any until I decide to leave you some. Liz ran the water for a bath, and had a nice bubble bath. As she laid back in the hot water, she thought about Betsy, and how good she’d felt having Betsy’s blood flowing all over her body and she knew that she would kill again and again, she just couldn’t get that wonderful feeling out of her mind. No amount of intercourse gave her that wonderful feeling, even though she had orgasms, that didn’t matter, in Liz’s mind, this wasn’t a vendetta, she needed to feel these people’s hot blood on her body to have a real orgasm and feel at peace.

That afternoon she called Air Canada; she was going out of town for a few days. She told Larry, she needed a small vacation. In reality she needed a new razor knife, she broke the blade on the one she had when she killed Betsy. The blade had hit a bone. Maybe it was a cheap razor knife. Anyway she looked at this as bad news. The knife had to be replaced with a new one, and somewhere in Toronto she’d manage to dump the old knife, after she broke the bladed in a thousand pieces. Liz wasn’t a dummy, and she didn’t want to give the cops anything to go on, if she could stay one step ahead of them, she would be free to do as she wished and kill as many men and women as she wanted. She thought about what was written in the Newspaper, and the cops not having any leads, maybe Liz thought to herself, it was time to taunt them. Maybe it was time to make their lives as miserable as possible and keep on killing as she wished. A lot of maybes but the thought of teasing the cops, turned her on, she even had a giggle over the thought.

Liz found a store that sold razor knives and bought three, telling the clerk that she worked for two barbers and the ones they had were getting old and needed to be replaced. Of course, before Liz went to the store she dressed in a long dress, no bra, and flat shoes and a wig. Not only didn’t Liz want to be described as being cute to beautiful, but she wanted her identity to remain a secret as long as she could. There was no sense in giving the cops a head up, surely they knew what kind of blade or knife was being used to kill all these people, that’s why she went to Toronto, she didn’t want to purchase any knives in Montreal. What she did, and when she did something she wanted it to always remain her secret. No one had to know, and no one would as long as Liz could manage to keep her cool. That night Liz went to a bar and picked up two guys, and she killed them both, letting the Toronto Police know she was in town and having a ball. The next day she rented a car and drove back to Montreal and into Brad’s waiting arms. It seemed to be years since she saw him, and couldn’t wait for him to hold her tightly. Brad wanted to have sex with her, but she brushed him off telling him that she was really tired, when in reality she no longer felt to have sex if she couldn’t have the hot blood with it. If Brad persisted, she’d give in to him, but only if he persisted.

Chapter 13

Three years had gone by and now Liz was getting tired of the Escort business. She thought about selling out to Larry and fought with herself constantly about selling out. She didn’t need the money anymore. Liz had managed to make upwards of a Million dollars with interest. Her Condo was paid for, and Liz knew if she wanted, she could always work on occasion for Larry, should she need money. She had murdered ten men and three women. She felt drained by all the killings, and as much as she liked the feeling of hot blood on her body during sex, she felt if she didn’t soon stop the cops would get her. It would only be a matter of time, she knew how these things worked. The fact that she’d managed to get away and not even get questioned by the Police was far more than she’d expected. She really needed a rest from everything. She talked it over with Brad, and he’d told her that where she went, he’d be glad to go with her. There was no doubt Brad was the man she wanted to be with, not only because they experienced great sex, but because Brad had been with her from nearly the start. Of course, Brad could never know about her dark side, and she knew she could keep that from him. He really was a good guy, maybe the kind of guy that Liz really needed. At least he was better than any of those guys she escorted, or had her girl’s escort. He had a good job, and was well paid in Computer Programming. Anyway Brad could find work no matter where they went.

The Police on the other hand were gaining ground or so it seemed. They now knew that the killer was a woman, either in the escort business or a hooker. They didn’t know who was killing these people, but they knew from the blood splatters that they found at the crime scenes. These killings were nothing short of being very vicious. The killer must have either had a bad up bringing, or had been raped as a child, maybe even into that person’s teens. The problem the Police had, was that the woman doing the killings was in their mind, trained in Forensic Sciences and or within the Police knowledge, because no one other than a trained person could go from crime scene to crime scene, and not leave any clues at all for the Police to follow. In the 13 killings so far, not one clue had been found. No finger- prints, not even a strand of hair. The cops had conversations with the local hookers but nothing became of that. They checked in other cities across Canada, and there was one similar incident in Toronto 6 months back, but nothing since. There were so many escort agencies in Montreal that keeping up with them was nearly impossible. Not only that, but a lot of girls in the escort business worked solo. Some of them even advertised in local newspapers, and worked right out of their homes. For the Police this case seemed to be mission impossible, thirteen dead people, and not one clue. Thankfully who ever was killing these people had stopped at least for now. There hadn’t been a similar killing in over 3 months. They kept their fingers crossed that either the killer had died, or hopefully got sick of killing though they doubted that, it wouldn’t fit a killer’s profile. If someone was a killer, or killed in the manner that this woman was killing rarely would that person get tired of killing. Whatever the reason that the person stopped, the cops were happy. The press on all the killings had dwindled, thankfully as the Montreal cops were famous for finding killers, but this one had them almost completely stumped.

Chapter 14

Liz met with Larry and the negotiated a deal where Liz would receive a percentage each month from her part of the escort business. She put her condo up for sale, and moved in with Brad. He was happy that she stopped working as an escort, not that he minded that she might have had sex with any of the men she dated, but Brad was thinking about that nut case killer who had killed 13 people, three of them were women. He didn’t want Liz to be on that list of dead people. In reality Brad didn’t know if Liz sold her body, but he guessed that she probably did. He never asked her, and she didn’t offer to tell him what she did when she dated men through the escort business. He did know that she was well off, monetarily. She had her own Condo, her car was a BMW Sport, she always dressed nicely, yup Brad thought to himself, probably Liz slept with most of her customers, but he wouldn’t be the one to ask her. If she wanted him to know she’d tell him and if not, Brad wouldn’t ask.

They were going more together, seeing the sights, getting to know each other better, and finding out that not only did they both have a good sexual appetite they got along really well. Liz didn’t seem so uptight these days and she wasn’t working as an escort which pleased Brad to his very bones.

One Saturday, they planned on going to the beach for the day but were late getting away. The door- bell rang and since Brad was in the shower, Liz opened the door to see three big cops looking at her. She was glad that she’d dressed right after she came out of the shower. She asked them what they wanted and they told her that they were here to talk to her about her owning and escort agency. They wanted to know how many women she had working for her and could she account for their dates going back 6 months. She told them that she could, but that she no longer was in the business and even if she was, they’d have to get a court order, she wasn’t about to hand record of her employee’s over to the cops without a Court Order. The cops told her that they could and would get a court order, and that they’d be back. Liz wondered if they were on to her, but decided to go with the flow and see what happened. In the meantime, she and Brad had plans, the cops could catch up with them when they got back home.

They went away, but when they returned, the cops were waiting, and they were pissed that she’d up and left them waiting for two days. She told them that she didn’t have to account to them for her whereabouts and that she was her own person. She would come and go as she pleased. They didn’t like it but Liz knew there was nothing they could do to her, she hadn’t been placed under arrest or at least not yet. They had the Court Order with them, but Liz didn’t have the records at Brad’s apartment and she told them if they wanted her records they would have to follow her to her old office so they followed her to her office. Liz handed them the records, but not the real records, these were the ones she kept for income tax purposes, the ones that showed the girls escorting men, not the ones that showed her working. As far as anyone knew Liz had quit the business sometime back, and in a small way she had, when she did work, she worked for cash only. That way she didn’t have to log herself as working. No checks, just cash, no proof that she escorted anyone. As far as her girls knew she was just a manager, they didn’t know if she actually escorted anyone, and no matter how many questions the cops asked Liz’s girls, they couldn’t tell them what they didn’t know. It wasn’t so much that the cops felt Liz was dating men and killing them, but they were sure she worked, surely any man walking into her office and seeing her would want to date her, she was far cuter than any of her girls, but hey they weren’t Tax Revenue Services, they were homicide Detectives and right now they didn’t think Liz did anything wrong, but an escort somewhere was killing people, and she was just another person running an escort business. Maybe too she was doing some escorting but they had no proof of it. Their problem with Liz was that she had attitude, and they didn’t like that, but there was nothing they could do about a person who happened to give them a hard time. The cops took Liz’s books with them and told her if they didn’t find anything wrong, she’d get them back in a month or so. Liz assured them that she’d be calling her lawyer just to keep an eye on them so she got her books back in full. She didn’t want the cops helping themselves to any information in her books that could cause any of her clients to be harassed or arrested.

In reality Liz didn’t have a lawyer but she let on she did, just to let the cops think that she wasn’t afraid of them and to let them know she wasn’t about to put up with any crap from them. Liz called Larry to let him know what had happened with herself and the cops, and about how she gave them the second set of books, the set of books that didn’t show her as working. She told Larry, that just in case the cops were working with the Tax Department she didn’t want to take any chances. He knew the feeling. The Government audited him, and they found him guilty of tax evasion, but he didn’t serve anytime in jail, he only paid a fine. He told Liz that perhaps it might be a good idea to contact his lawyer, and he gave Liz the number. She called Larry’s lawyer, Todd, and arranged for him to meet her at the Police Station in an hour. She rushed home, and had a quick shower, and assured Brad that all was ok, the cops only wanted her employee records. She put on the shortest mini skirt she had and met with the lawyer at the Police Station. Liz wanted to taunt the cops, maybe even pick one of them up and cut his penis off, she had that feeling again, but much to her dismay though the cops tried to look up her skirt, none of them asked her out. That might have made Liz angry a long time ago, but these days, it didn’t really bother her that much, but what she didn’t expect was that Larry’s lawyer would ask her out. She refused him telling him that business and sex didn’t match and she knew that he didn’t only want to take her out for a meal, he wanted what she had under her mini, and that it wasn’t for sale. That put the lawyer in his place, Liz thought to herself and she walked down the street, wiggling as much as possible, she knew he was looking at her ass.

A few weeks went by and the cops returned her records and Liz took a deep breath. She thought that perhaps the cops had been close to at the very least, calling her in for an interview, but that never happened. She called Todd to thank him for his services, but she only got his answering machine. Oh well she thought to herself, better off this way. Maybe Todd was a good lawyer, but she didn’t like the way he looked at her, in a way she was surprised with her feelings, Todd wouldn’t have been the first man to undress her with his eyes, but Todd was different, something she couldn’t explain. Liz thought to herself that perhaps she should put Todd out of his misery, but after giving it more thought, she decided against it. She was going to try to not kill anymore men or women she wanted to try to make things work with Brad. If she killed Todd, the trail could lead right back to her and now that she was free and clear of the cops, she wanted to stay that way.

A few weeks later, Brad and Liz moved out of Montreal, more to the north, in a small town, called St. Jerome. They’d bought a chalet, with two woodstoves and life was wonderful, but Liz was haunted. She just couldn’t get the feeling of hot blood running over her body out of her mind. Actually, it haunted her and there was little she could do about it. It wasn’t like she could walk into a Doctor’s office and tell the doctor that she liked the feeling of hot blood running over her body, especially when it flowed into her vagina. She knew, that laws bound Doctors. They had to report patients who might be a danger to society, so going there, and talking to any kind of doctor was out of the question. Her urges were getting stronger by the day, and she encouraged Brad to be rough with her, but he wouldn’t hit her like she wanted or enjoyed. It just wasn’t Brad to do those things he just wasn’t into the rough stuff. Something was missing from Liz’s life and though she knew what it was, it seemed out of reach, if she wanted to try to live any kind of a normal lifestyle.

Brad had started his own company. He was traveling from St. Jerome to Montreal almost daily fixing computers for company’s and it was taking him away from Liz. She needed him at her side, but at the same time she knew that wasn’t possible. He had his own life to lead. Who knew if their relationship would last. Besides Brad wasn’t the kind of man who could just lay around, and in a way it was getting to Liz too. She had a hard time sleeping at night, often she woke up full of sweat and though she knew why, there seemed to be nothing she could do about it.

Months went by and still Liz was having a hard time sleeping. She decided to do something about it, maybe it was time to invite Todd for a meeting. She’d had him on her mind for weeks and maybe it was time to give Todd the ride of a lifetime. Even though Todd was married Liz was willing to bet that his wife was no comparison to her, and her nice body. She knew that he’d jump at the chance to meet her at a motel.

Liz showered, put on her red wig and her shortest mink skirt. She found one of her tops that hugged her breasts as though the top was a part of her body, she looked good and knew it. She and Todd were to meet in the parking lot of one of the local motels, but Liz didn’t want to stay in a motel in town, it was such a small community, and everyone knew each other, there would be no way that she’d go un-noticed. Liz wasn’t disappointed, Todd was waiting for her with a grin on his face that widened even more when he saw what she was wearing. She told him that she didn’t want to stay in town, that she knew a good motel further north, would he mind? Todd couldn’t have cared less. He knew the kind of business that Liz was in, and he was sure he was about to have the sexual encounter of a lifetime. He would go anywhere she wanted to go. Liz told him to get in her car, she felt to drive. Todd sat beside her and couldn’t help notice her extremely short skirt. He felt as though all his prayers were going to be answered because he wanted to have sex with Liz from the first day he saw her. As they drove further north, Liz saw a winding river and thought to herself, that this might just be the right place, no one would be able to see them from the road anyway Motels were dangerous. There would always be someone who could see something especially in the daylight hours. They drove down an old road that led to the waters edge. When Liz found the spot she was looking for, she parked the car and they got out. She went to the trunk of the car and got her blanket. They didn’t talk much, they both knew why they were there. The only difference was that Liz had decided that Todd wouldn’t be going back to town with her. She’d give him what he came for and then she’d have her fun. All Todd could think of when Liz was putting the blanket down, was how good she looked with no panties under her mini skirt.

To be continued……..

Ó Paul Faulkenham April 13,2011

However, there are “grown-up” ways you can pretend to be someone else without having people think you’ve developed a split personality.

1. Wear different wigs and the outfits to match.

You don’t necessarily have to be going to a costume party to get used to wearing a wig. Many women, especially those who have thinning hair or who wear their hair short all the time (whether for convenience or because their occupation dictates it), often wear wigs when they are attending church or other social functions.

In fact, many women have several wigs that are designated as “church” wigs, “party” wigs, or for specific functions, and their outfits reflect the wig’s use. You can do the same.

“Church” wigs can be styled to accentuate your “Sunday” look (darker colors in winter, brighter colors in spring and summer) or to complement a hat, if you wear one. In addition, you may decide to choose “church” wigs that look more “styled”; that is, with the ends flipped up or under, or a more bouffant style.

Your “party” wigs can sport very casual looks or even get a little wild, with different colors or even a completely different sort of style. If you like to go “punk” when you party, you can wear a wig with lots of spiked end, some or all of which can be different colors. Of course, your outfits will be as “punk” as your hair, with chains, buckles, and all the accessories.

2. Go out of town and take on an “alter ego.”

This can actually be a very enjoyable activity, especially if you participate in such things as period re-enactments. These can include anything from Civil War battle re-enactments to Revolutionary War skirmishes, and many participants actually take on the identity of a person who fought in such battles.

For example, some men will adopt the uniform and rank of an ancestor, and women will dress up as their wives. Other participants dress up as doctors or nurses. A few of the more daring women dress up as “camp followers” (yes, they are exactly what you think they are) while some men may take on the personas of shopkeepers, blacksmiths, or others who provided services during those times.

Renaissance fairs are another type of re-enactment which allows you to take on another person’s identity. Some men dress up as knights, gentlemen, or even royalty, with their wives matching their costumes to theirs (fair maidens for the knights, a lord’s lady, or the queen.) Other participants dress up as court jesters, fairies, pixies, elves, or simply “peasant” folk who have come to spend a day at the “faire.”

Any of these are ways to give yourself a break from your ordinary life and allow you to pretend to be someone else for a little while. When you finally do return to your “normal” persona, you’re more refreshed and ready to take on the real world again.

                Secondly, one of the main causes for Britain to tax the colonies was that they owed boatloads of money from the French and Indian War. Britain clearly said “don’t go across this line”. So of course, colonists said “I am so ha” and went across the boarder. Then the French defended themselves and we had ourselves a war. Britain came in and defeated them, which really they shouldn’t have had to do. Why would Britain not expect some help to pay the taxes (their citizens helped to pay the taxes as well) if they spend loads of cash to help the colonies with their own war.

Today I will be discussing with you whether Supreme Court attire should be updated, in particular, wigs and robes.

Since the 1600’s people have worn wigs. Not for court proceedings or anything remarkable; they wore wigs for fashion. Surprisingly, the vast majority of wig-wearers were men, as it supposedly made them look prominent. This custom carried in to many aspects of social standing in the 15th century, including the aristocracy, doctors and physicians and, of course, members of the legal fraternity. In the 15th century wearing a wig was never a formal requirement; it was more associated with wealth and your status in society.

Wigs went out of fashion in the early 19th century, and many professions ceased usage of them. However, the legal community did not follow suit and decided to keep the wigs, which has continued for the past 200 years. 

Robes, unlike wigs, were not a fashion statement. Legal robes have been worn since Roman times, around the 4th century, in order to distinguish members of the profession to members of society. This social norm changed over time, and, by the 13th century, robes were commonly worn. Around the mid 14th century, robes fell out of fashion, however, like wigs, the legal profession wanted them to stay.

Despite having been used as legal attire for the last 500 or so years, some people feel that it’s time we stopped living in the past. The purpose of the law and the courts is assist in keeping order in our society. Obviously, police and members of the public assist in achieving this objective. Do the usage of legal robes and wigs help accomplish this goal, or are they just completely unnecessary?

One of the main arguments for the abolishment of wigs and robes is that they are from part of an outdated historical tradition that might indicate outdated attitudes. As you already know, wigs and robes are from an era vastly different in judicial customs from our own. The argument is that if barristers and judges represent modern thought, and not that of the 1600’s, then they should wear modern clothing.

Another argument for the abolishment of wigs and robes is that they are hot and uncomfortable. As I’m sure you all know, Australian summers have a tendency to get hot, sometimes above 40 degrees. This climate, coupled with long robes and a large chunk of horsehair on ones head would expect to cause considerable discomfort. Despite what you may think, not all courtrooms are air-conditioned, particularly in North Queensland. There’s also some debate as to whether judicial officials can make suitable judgments when they are in 40 degree heat wearing the equivalence of a woollen jumper and scarf.

As you all know, the price of a legal wig and robe set is not cheap, sometimes topping $5000. Let’s put this in to perspective. Your parents could either buy a set of legal robes, or send you to St. Pauls School for about 1 semester. It’s quite a fair bit of money, given that the job could just as easily be carried out in modern clothing, for a fraction of the cost. Recognizing this, the money could be spent on much more useful things, such as sponsorship for legal students, more funding for legal-aid or to help fund local charities.

The arguments for retaining wigs include that they distinguish members of the courtroom and create a more serious attitude and that they protect the anonymity of judicial officials.

The role of a Judge is to oversee the proceedings, and not to have a relaxing sit and chat. Its serious business and attire should follow accordingly. This includes donning wigs, robes, jabots and anything associated with judicial clothing.

This custom also creates respect for the traditions of the law, and thereby, supports the institutions of modern law.  

To become a barrister or a judge is not an easy task, and some people like to show others that they have attained this position, thereby distinguishing themselves. Years of education have paid off, and they want to show off their achievements. Unsurprisingly, some people find that wearing the wig and robes of the profession they love accomplishes this goal.

Apart from tradition, anonymity is another motive why judicial officials wear wigs.

The Victorian Family Court was introduced in the 1970’s, and with it, a much less formal dress code. The Family Court, up until 1987, only used legal gowns, but not wigs. The ideology behind this was to make the court more “family friendly”.

Problems started to arise in the mid 1980’s when a series of violent attacks against judicial members of the family court occurred. Wigs were promptly reinstated in order to protect the identity of the legal practitioners.

So, what have we learned?

Well, I hope you’ve learned the traditions behind the use of wigs and robes, and that they used to be a fashion statement. And you now know some key arguments for and against the use of wigs and robes, and why they’re important.

Antiquated, awkward and unnecessary, or mandatory and traditional? You decide.

Thankyou.

There are different options for wigs from real hair wigs to synthetic wigs. The synthetic ones you caan get in any style, color and length that you would want them to be, but you cannot style them the way you could with real hair wigs. You can’t blow dry it, curl it or anything else that used heat. If you had a wig you also needed to be careful of dishwashers as well as ovens because the heat could melt the wigs. That is something no woman wants when she spends a large amount of money on a wig. The other option, real hair wigs is very appealing. Mainly because it is real hair, it will feel more natural than synthetic wigs. You can style them, use products, be near heat and so much more. The only problem with real hair wigs is that they are so expensive ranging from 35 dollars on Ebay (but how much can you trust Ebay for a wig?) to about 999 at wilshirewigs.com or 679 at headcovers.com. Many women cannot afford to buy these wigs no matter how normal it would make them feel. But there is hope. There are organizations out there that work towards providing real hair wigs form women and children who cannot afford them.

Locks Of Love is probably one of the most famous organizations that make wigs for children who cannot afford them. Yes they make wigs especially for children. Their goal is to help s many children feel normal, have self confidence, and courage to face the world through their struggles. Locks of Love wigs takes 10 inches of hair from tip to tip. It needs to be in a braid or a ponytail for easy transportation. This may seem like common sense, but the hair that is being donated needs to be washed and dried before cut and donated. No one wants to have a wig made with dirty hair or hair that has a lot of product in it. The organization provides wigs for children who of course are unable to pay for a real hair wig, or even a wig itself. The children do recieve the wigs free of charge or on a sliding scale based on financial need.

Pantene Beautiful Lengths is anotehr organization that takes donations of hair to make real wigs. I recently heard of this organization because someone donated hair in my honor. They also take hair to make into wigs, although unlike Locks of Love, Beautiful Lengths donations need to be only 8 inches in length from tip to tip and again in a braid or ponytail. Again the hair must be clean and dried because it also makes it harder to make a wig with dirty hair. The hair also cannot be color treated or grey because color treating and greying hair weakens the strands. They would be too brittle to stand up to the rigorous process of making wig. After the wig is made it is then donated to the American Cancer Society’s wig banks across the country so that women who cannot afford a wig could go in a pick out one they would like.

It takes about 6 ponytails in order to make just 1 wig, so even 1 donation can make a big difference. With just one donation of hair to either one of these organizations you could be making a difference in someone’s life. It is so easy to do. You already grow hair, so let it grow longer and then when you get it cut, tell the stylist you want to donate the hair to one of these organizations or one of the other ones throughout the country. Give normalcy and confidence to a woman or child who is experiencing the feelings and emotions related to cancer and lossing their hair.

1. Donate clothes or household items- If you go through your closets, drawers, and garage, you will find several items you no longer need or use. Donating these items to a local church or charity such as Good Will or Salvation Army can help your community in more than one way. Someone may find your trash as a new found treasure, while the proceeds from your items may help provide education and career services for others in your community. Now isn’t that better than just throwing out your old clothes?
2. Donate hair- If you have some long locks you are considering cutting off, why not donate your hair to a charity that will turn your ponytail into a wig for a sick child? This is one of the easiest and most rewarding ways to make a charitable donation. In most cases all you need is 8 to 12 inches of hair with which you are willing to part ways. Some organizations that accept hair are Locks of Love, Wigs for Kids,  Pantene Beautiful Lengths.
3. Donate time- Becoming a volunteer in your community can be a very rewarding experience. There are numerous ways to lend a helping hand in your community. Find something that interests you and commit to helping out. As a volunteer you can decide how much time and effort you can afford to contribute.
4. Donate recyclable goods- You are not using your old soda cans anymore, so why not donate them to a charitable cause? Many cities collect recyclable goods and turn the proceeds into donations to various charities. The Habitat for Humanity, for example, accepts aluminum cans which they turn into building supplies. Many fire stations collect cans and turn the proceeds into donations for burn centers. As we all know, recycling is also good for the environment. You can feel good about doing two good deeds at the same time. Check out what is available in your community.
5. Donate blood- Find a local blood bank and donate a powerful gift of life. Not everyone is a candidate for this, however, so be sure to check the American Red Cross guidelines first.