The month is November a beautiful autumn day leaves of the trees are oranges and yellows. nothing in my life has ever been quite wrong, to be honest, or rather I should say an introduction. My name is Scott Earling, I'm 35 years old unmarried, and have a beautiful and spiraling love for thin and tender necks...erm I mean decks. Yes, decks nothing is quite better in this world than a carefully maintained and smooth deck. See my favorite thing to do is separate it from what it's connected to with no more than two clean cuts and a gentle yet firm grip. My apologies I'm in need to clean the drool from my lip.
Again my apologies for that. Now then, let us carry on I like most other men my age have a job myself I'm employed at a small skincare shop in my town. The main buyers that come through are fine women from ages 15 all the way to 44. Seems my favorite that comes through are those between 16 and 22 years old. They always come through with their silk hair and smooth skin flaunting it as if they can get away scot-free. Oh, what a tragedy. You know it's funny my town has a rate of 1 to every 30 residents going missing per year. I can't lie about this but I'm personally responsible for a few of them maybe 10 to 15 a year. Of course, none of them have been found, and I have never been caught. Ope there's one of our regulars. She's a 17-year-old high school student, she's the local reverend's youngest daughter, and she has a small frame but that's not what I care for rather her skin is like a white sheet of silk and her hair is a pure black contrast with a floral scent always permeating the air and surrounded areas.
She's been coming in here for about two or so years. First with her mother with who she looks a lot alike. Oh yes, those two are the kind that have a wonderful deck. They take so much care of those decks and all I'd love to do is wrap my hands around such a smooth deck and just make it all my own. Oh, here she comes every month she comes in to buy the same products.
"Hey there Scott, here it is," She greets and sets a jar of hand cream on the counter.
"Hi there Amanda, How's the Reverend lately?" I respond with my dull grin and grey eyes.
"Oh you know, he's busy every Sunday and he lately slowed up on his drinking," She replies with such joy, her skin glowing.
