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The room was full of lemons, lemons everywhere. More lemons than I could count. They were on the bedside table, on the chairs, on the floor and on the bed; one hundred lemons, maybe more. Why? Why so many lemons? This was the strangest bedroom I’d been in for a while.
The room was full of lemons, lemons everywhere. More lemons than I could count. They were on the bedside table, on the chairs, on the floor and on the bed; one hundred lemons, maybe more. Why? Why so many lemons? This was the strangest bedroom I’d been in for a while.
She
smiled at me and touched my neck with her cold hands, I kissed her gently, my
hands exploring her neck and back. I was worried, I'd drunk a lot of wine;
would I be too clumsy? Would everything work? But she was enjoying my
touches and making all the right noises and everything seemed to be working
just fine. Her kisses were hot and wet, her skin was soft, her fingers
gentle. We were complete strangers but we were getting to know each other
very quickly. My hands explored her body, enjoying its newness. I was enjoying
the noises she was making as I covered her body in gentle kisses. Her body
smelled of the pub and Chanel number 5, the room smelled of lemons. Her eyes
were nearly closed, her face was red, her breathing was heavy. Then, in a
moment, it was over. She smiled at me and stroked my cheek, her eyes glowing.
She looked so beautiful, so gentle.
‘You
should go,’ she said in a sleepy, smiley voice.
‘I know,’
I said, I didn't want to leave the nice, warm bed, but I had work in the
morning.
I kissed
her cheek then got up. I went to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face,
put my jeans on and let myself out. I never asked her why there were so many
lemons.
But then
two weeks later I saw her face on the front page of a newspaper next to the
headline Black Widow Killer. I
read the article.
The story
said this woman took men back to her house, had sex with them and then murdered
them as soon as they’d finished. The police had found a room full of body
parts. The lemons were there to hide the smell. I’d had a lucky escape. I
did have one question though – why hadn’t she killed me too?
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