It was pure chance that I met her again, I often walked slowly past the house where I first met her, others had moved in, I guessed that she had probably had violent sex once too often and ended up dead, or at least in prison, after all violently abusing children and having so many end up dead wasn't the kind of social behaviour destined to prolong life or freedom.

"Hiya Tommykins"

were the first words I heard, it was her, she looked no older, and she held the hands of three straggly little girls, of about four, six and I suppose about eight.

I must've stood with my mouth open, she said some comment about catching flies, and in her jokey way added a comment about whose flies they would be. Memories came flooding back of those weekends of sexual indulgence, my understanding of where my cruel sexual appetites came from.

We exchanged pleasantries, and she asked quite directly if I was getting enough, I said that I hadn't been able to adjust very well to normal growing up, sex and that I had to visit toilets and even go with old homos, to get my sex, she apologised, and said that I wouldn't have missed our four months together, and where the hell had she been anyway. She told me how her activities had invited unwelcome attention from the authorities, Social Service and Police, and that it had got so 'hot' to indulge, and her supply contacts for victims had been busted and a whole bunch of other problems so she disappeared. She said how she was alone now, she'd overdone one night with three black chaps an Alsatian and her little daughter (her own daughter as it happened, she'd always made a rule not to go too far with her daughter) but had got so carried away that she'd actually held the little one down as the well endowed Africans and then the dog had repeatedly raped the child, shed compounded her folly by using all her armoury of weapons on her even after the men had lost their taste for the extreme violence towards the child, and in a frenzy she'd phoned up a less than scrupulous 'friend' to come and finish the child off while she masturbated and hurt herself. She told me - I wasn't sure whether proudly or sadly - how Clive (I remembered the sadistic bastard from the time I spent with her) had kept her alive for six hours administering more and more severe and extreme punishment, giving Lena orgasm after orgasm throughout the six hour period, until the child could stand no more trauma and had expired.

all this talk was getting me so horny, I asked her about the children, ......(cont)