Date: 1/17/2020
By Imetaphor
I'm a serial murderer. I must be really good at hiding bodies. I haven't been caught yet but I'm thinking about turning myself in, even though I know I'll get kicked out of the Academy. I've confided in 2 friends and they're thinking about turning me in. Walking through the Hall, I turn around and pull a gun on a girl. Maybe she was on my hitlist, but I don't know why. I almost impulsively kill her. I must be losing it, I think. That's not how successful serial killers operate. I'm visiting the girls' 6-man room in our company area. Mara and I are good friends. Her 2 roommates on her side of the 6-man are out. She lets me take a shower. As we keep talking, I casually get in the shower, naked, and erect. She casually checks me out.