Thinking as he shivered in the early evening cold he suddenly remembered a sewer grate he'd discovered playing behind some other abandoned buildings. It was really small, barely eighteen inches across but he thought the slim body of the girl might slide down there if he was lucky. Bundling her body in a dirty mattress right after the streets became dark, he staggered down the stairs and into the alley, scurrying like a dark rat to where he thought the sewer was located. The bundle got too heavy so he tossed her body behind a row of dumpsters just as two homeless guys came by.

"Whatcha doing down here kid, you lost?"

"Fuck off," Simon barked back.

"Wise assed little punk," the other wino said rubbing a gray tinged beard with one hand sizing the young man up with his eyes. He guessed it wasn't worth the bother to attack the kid, he was just some school brat with nothing worth stealing. "Come on, let him jack-off if he wants to, we got to hustle some grape."

They shuffled off down the alley, Simon turning to try and find the sewer once again. Just as he was about to give up and leave the body where it was his sneaker toe hit the edge of the metal grate. He triied to lift the grate, the heft causing his muscles to strain like never before but he finally managed to raise it enough to topple it over. Picking up the rug bound girl he brought her to the lip and tried to stuff her in with the rug around her. No go, it was too thick.

Quickly he slipped her out of the rug and hefted her slim frame, the rapidly cooling skin of the dead girl giving him goose bumps but exciting him again. He put her head first in the hole and held her straight up by the ankles, the body steadied by his trembling arms, balanced until the right trajectory was achieved and then he dropped her. For a fraction of a second his mind flashed a worry that the fall headfirst may hurt her and then he realized she was way beyond hurt. Down she went until her feet went into the darkness. He waited for a sound from the deep hole, a splash or something, but heard none.

"Shit," he whispered in the dark.

He had a lighter in his pocket, any guy with cigarettes had to have a Zippo or he wasn't worth jack shit. He flicked the wheel and a brief flare of flame lit the interior of the hole. There at what looked like half a dozen feet down he saw the white sneakers of the child. She was jammed tight in the narrow hole, caught in some way he could not make out in the dark. Muttering more curses he looked around the alley finally finding a dirty partially rotten two by four in a corner of the fence about five feet long. Was it long enough and strong enough? Lying flat on the cold ground he took the piece of lumber and pushed it down into the darkness, unable to both hold the lighter and use the wooden length.

The lumber went down and just when he thought it was too short it hit the leg of the child. Pushing with all his strength he shoved the board into the soft thigh of the girl and then leaned out, placing all his weight, afraid if she suddenly went he would topple in behind her before he could grab hold. Suddenly to his horror that event took place, the body moving downward after a ripping of cloth sound, possibly a jacket tearing loose and he was teetering on the edge of the hole, his arms flailing wildly as he let the board go to follow the small body deep into the pit. At the very last second just as he was about to plunge into the hole of terror he managed to grab the lip of the hole and steady himself.

Falling onto his back in the dirt of the alley he lay there gasping, his chest heaving up and down, the exhilaration of what he had done making him light headed. Sitting up he felt a wet stickiness at his crotch. His first thought was the event had scared the piss out of him but on closer inspection he realized the substance was a lot thicker than piss. That along with the fact the hard on that had been pushing painfully into the cold dirt of the alley way was now rapidly shrinking, the ejaculation one of the most powerful of Simon's young life and he'd barely felt it, so absorbed in the act of doing away with the child.

Simon lay on his back on the cold ground, the last of his sexual excitement receding but the feeling of exhilaration still pounding in his heart and mind. He'd actually killed someone. Not a fantasy, not a dream in the middle of the night, he'd really done it. Simon, the little screw up who was picked on by everyone had done it. Without help, all by himself. He'd decided to do it and he'd done it. And he'd get away with it, that he was sure of it. First because he was smart and second, because he wanted to get away with it. ......(cont)