.......string along

People come and people go...

then there are those people that stand out. They open their arms to you, but being so blind and so untrusting you push them back out of the bubble you have surrounding you. Not delibertly though.

Meeting people over and over through his life, only one stood out. His first love. She was the most beautiful person to him. She was lucious and sinful at the same time. She may not be as beautiful to others, but she is to him. Lights turned on when she walks by, his heart flutters when he hears her name, see her face, hears her voice. The soft kiss upon his lips send shivers down his spine and underneath his skin. They grew apart quickly. Not being able to persue this fantasy he quickly stops everything and ends it. No reason, no regret. Feeling an upward thrust in his heart he walks away from her teary face and open the airport terminal door. Flying to the next destination where he can start a new a life. He loved her too much. He couldn't be without her or see her with anyone else. His heart bled day in and day out. It was too hard. Never to love again, he roams the earth looking for another love that can fullfill his heart. Years had passed without any sucess. Living alone in an apartment in New York, he keeps living his life. Wondering what happened to his love. Did she get married? Is she ok? Sheer determination sets in as he purchases his ticket back to Washington. Walking up the steps he starts noticing things that didn't appear to be there when he left. As he starts to knock on the door, his heart starts to pound. A man answers. "Hello, can I help you?" the man says. He stares blankly into his eyes as he pulls the knife slowly from his gushing slash. The man falls fast to the floor. Panic sets in and he notices bushes next to the steps. Sliding the man into the bushes he trys to clean up his mess, but it's not working out very well. As the front door shuts, in the distance you can hear the shower running. So he takes his time. Slowly gathering up cleaning supplies for the front portch. The peroxide foams up pink as the blood slowly washes away. The shower stops. He rushes inside to find cover. She walks out with her towel on looking for the dead man that lay outside her front door. He slides around the corner and grabs her by her arms from behind. She is so startled her towel falls to the floor as her wet skin brushes up against his body. In a fit of passion, no questions they begin lustfully attacking each other on the couch. As they come to a closing, he starts remembering what just happened. While she climaxes he stabs the knife right into her left lung from behind. Dead almost instantly he starts cutting her up for disposal. "IF I can't have her, no one can" he says as he stuffs her limbs into bags. Making his way out of the neighborhood he relizes that his wallet is missing. Heading back to the scene, the police had already showed up. Someone seen him outside cleaning up the floor and called the police not knowing what really happened in there. As he drives by slowly, he sees a detective walking out with his wallet in an evidence bag. Frantically, he starts to freak out. Luck have it an officer is near by, and not paying attention. As this young officer sits in his car, he slides in slowly and slits his throat putting a towel around his neck so that the uniform doesn't get touched by blood. Stripping his body clear, he starts to walk towards the detective. The wallet is right there on the hood of the car. This isn't looking good.......

What about everything he touched?

What about the man's body?

What else?