Gregg Hopps was a small town kid. he helped his paw on their farm up untill his graduation from high school. slender and tall, yet strong for his age and size. growing up in Bangs, Texas was exciting on friday nights (like all of Texas high school football was king) and sleepy the rest of the week. Gregg felt he was a big fish in a small pond and had asperations to travel the world and gather his higher education first hand. be there when it happend and hopefully be involved in it. Gregg Hopps had also been traveling out of his town of Bangs to a near town named Santa Anna and murdering local hookers, pan handelers, street orphans, and anyone else he could late at night. his crown jewel kill was a priest that he strangled in the local baptist church. while he choked the life from him he watched the light drain from his eyes and asked "where? where is your precious God, Lord, and Saviour now, Father?". he sometimes thought of this kill while masturbating or having sex with his stupid, hayseed girlfriend Ginger. on occasion he would go to Brownwood to satisfy his blood lust. a larger town, it's bars and clubs stayed open later, and the drunks are always an easy kill. his first was a drunk. her name was Katey. she was a fat slut with dirty blond hair, big breasts, and too tight hip hugger jeans on. he didnt hate the girl, hell he might have even fucked her had he not had a girl back home. plus she was a mark and you never fuck a mark. the bar was closing and young Gregg, who couldnt drink and had been chatting up Katey while she drank herself stupid, decided to go back to her place to smoke some weed together. by the way Katey giggled and batted her fake eye lahes at him she had plans of getting fucked that night and he happened to be the lucky fellow. they both climbed into his old beat up silverado and made their way out of the bar parking lot to the farm road where Kateys house was. half way to her house Gregg had come to realize, from all of her drunk rambeling and non stop yammering, that Katey was the town whore. if you showed her a good time at the bar, or when the fair came to town, she would take you home for a quick fuck or a blow job. her house was a two bedroom run down trailer on a large piece of land that her daddy had left her in his will. walking through the front door Gregg could smell dog shit and stale weed smoke and knew he was going to have to do this quick."would you like a drink? i have whiskey." "sure" said Gregg "how bout i help?" he follows her into the kitchen and over to the counter where her liquer bottles are. standing to the right and behind her, he places his left han on her ass and begins to slowly massage her ample butt cheek. she raises her ass in response like a cat in heat, but dosent stop preparing the drink. with his right hand he reaches into his right front pants pocket and produces a quite large folding hunting knife.

to be continued