misfortune of others for his own gain - that was Pastor Jack.
Someone needed to teach him a lesson. Someone needed to show him he wasn't really much of a man at all.
Isabella moaned softly, and the sound reminded him of his Carolyn. George smiled. He knew what he was going to do. He didn't have a lot of time, but he had enough. And some things, he decided, were just worth the effort.
He rooted around in Isabella's drawers and found some panty hose with which to tie her up. Then he gagged her, being careful not to cover her nose. He didn't want to hurt her any more than he had already. She needed to be able to breathe without being able to call for help.
She was awake and staring at him with those soft blue eyes of hers. He saw fear in her eyes and that fear stirred him.
It reminded him of the fear that had always been in Carolyn's eyes.
Mrs. Kenny was smarter than her husband. She recognized the power in him, the authority. He reached out and stroked her face.
"Don't you worry, sweetheart, I'm going to take good care of you." He left her and headed back to the kitchen.
Her knife block held a large pair of kitchen shears. Just what I need.
The entire time he cut the clothing off her she shook her head, likely in denial. He smiled and ran his hands over her body. She didn't really look like his Carolyn, but if he stared hard enough, he could see his woman's sweet curves in his mind's eye.
He stripped off his own clothes and got onto the bed. It took no trouble at all for him to recall how it had been, that first time with his Carolyn. He found he could block out the moment he was living and go back to that wonderful moment when he had claimed his woman for the first time. For the next little while he was there with her again, claiming her, teaching her how to give him what he wanted, and putting his seed in her womb. He relived how it had been when he turned her over, when he exerted his dominance of her, showing her that she was meant to be his.
George blinked as the soft sound of weeping brought him back to the present. The sound was the same quiet sound his Carolyn had made. He felt good, refreshed, renewed. He felt better than he had in a long, long time.
He gathered his clothes and took a very quick shower. Then he dressed and began a systematic search of the house. In the pastor's office he found a wall safe behind an ugly oil portrait.
Not very original, are you, Pastor Jack?
Looking at the contraption for a few moments, he imagined the man using the thing to hide the alms he likely bilked from the poor. Now, to open it, that was the problem. He searched the desk and then chuckled when, right under the man's desk blotter, he found a slip of paper with three numbers written neatly upon it.
He got the safe open on the first try. His eyes widened when he saw the contents. "My, my, Pastor Jack, you have been a bad boy." George helped himself to the two large stacks of money he found there. He'd need a duffel bag or backpack to carry it all. He laughed as he found one and began to load it up with the cash. "No, Jackie won't be calling the cops on me, that's for certain."
He needed to get a move on. He stopped in the kitchen just long enough to make a couple of sandwiches for the road. He scooped up the duffel bag full of cash and his laptop computer. Then he grabbed the pastor's car keys, right where the man had left them on the entranceway table.
In case someone was looking, he waved toward the house as he got into the man's car. He'd memorized the map he'd looked up on Everywhere Earth, and knew he had a drive ahead of him. He'd hacked into the DMV database and found her, of course. He'd known it was her when he saw her driver's license photo. She'd cut her hair short. George smirked. She'd grow it back. He would see to it.
George had her address, and had even scoped out a no-tell motel not far from where she lived. He'd find the nearest Internet hot spot, too, so he could