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backyard.
    He sighed. Their worthless bodies had served as splendid fertilizer. There wasn’t a single bloom in this shop more magnificent than those in a certain flowerbed in his backyard in sunny southern Cali.
    Life was full of unexpected little gifts.
    The two ladies behind the counter looked up, stared a second, then smiled.
    His lips widened and he knew without the aid of a mirror that his eyes twinkled. Women loved his smile.
    “Good morning, ladies.” He sauntered up to the counter. Their eyes clocked his every step. “Your shop is,” he looked around, infused approval into his expression, then leveled his attention on the two, “quite lovely.”
    The older of the two giggled. “Thank you. May we help you with something this morning?”
    Her cheeks flushed with pride. He liked watching a woman’s pale skin deepen with color. Even a woman as unattractive as this one.
    She was short. Not that she could help that. Bad genes. Her middle bulged beneath her floral print apron from days of snacking between meals and nights of piling up on the sofa in front of the television and shoving more fat-laden calories into her too wide mouth. That was entirely her own selfish doing.
    What a disgusting little pig she was and a sheer waste of air space. Perhaps she would make nice fertilizer, too.
    “You certainly may.” He pointed to a large arrangement of fresh flowers. “I’ll take one like that.”
    “Oh,” the other woman said, joining the banter, “this must be a very special occasion.”
    He leaned on the counter and gifted her with another handsome smile. “Absolutely. For a very special lady.”
    The younger woman laughed, the sound kind of sultry. She had an intriguing voice. All full of enthusiasm and southern twang. Unlike the short little pig next to her, she was tall and thin. Scarcely any breasts at all. More bad genes.
    A woman without breasts was utterly useless. Who would want to play with such a stick?
    “I’ll make you one fresh,” the pig offered eagerly. “Pink roses, oriental lilies, peonies, snapdragon and heather. I’ll even throw in some green hydrangea. That’ll add a special touch.”
    “Is the clear glass hurricane vase like that one,” the stick pointed to the arrangement he’d indicated “all right for your lady?”
    “It’s perfect.”
    Stick smiled. She did have rather lush lips. . . too nice for such a plain, thin face. A few swipes of the properly sharpened blade and her mouth would be far more suited to her uninspired body. The image of her standing there, her mouth a round hole oozing blood. . . big fat drops falling right past her flat chest and splatting on the counter. . . teased him.
    His cock swelled. But there wasn’t a single other trait visually interesting about her. . . certainly nothing to maintain a decent erection. Then again, with such a rich voice, her screams could very well prove titillating.
    Not that he needed a distraction at the moment. He had an appointment already. Another little piggy. All plump and eager just like the one rushing to gather flowers for the arrangement.
    “Why don’t you fill out this card and the envelope,” Stick suggested, pushing a small white envelope and generic card across the counter toward him. Then she offered a pen. “We can deliver.”
    He made sure his fingers brushed hers. She blushed. “Thank you.” He glanced at the nametag pinned to her tragic chest. “Ellen. I’d love you to make the delivery for me.”
    When the stick joined the pig in preparing his order, he slipped the business card from his pocket and placed it inside the envelope before addressing it. No need to worry about leaving behind fingerprints. No need at all. This was a public place with thousands of full and partial prints just laying around on every surface. Connecting this face with any of them, including the ones he left, would be impossible. That dead end would only make her more desperate.
    He stared at the name.
    Jess Harris.
    His cock