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and serious tone to his appearance.  He was just
starting to develop the bulked muscle mass that lit her on fire every time she
saw him unconsciously flex.  She thought his brother Troy looked similar to him
in some areas, especially around the eyes.  The color was the same and the hue
of their hair matched exactly.  But the shape of the head was much different.  The
bone structure on his brother’s face was more streamlined and angular compared
to Victor’s.   She came to the last few photos in his phone album.  It was the
three of them, all older now.  Now men.  A woman sat in the middle of the three
of them, her right hand firmly enclasped in Rick’s left one.
     
         “This
Rick’s girlfriend?  Wife?” she asked.
         “Carlie? 
You could call her that.  They are common-law now.  There in this picture they
just started seriously dating each other.”
         Olivia
jealously looked over her face and figure with some envy.  She was stunning. 
Long flowing blond hair framing a flawless California-babe type face.  Large
breasts that accentuated a slim athletic tanned body.  Dramatically, she
gushed, “She’s beautiful.”
         Victor
gave her a flippant apathetic reply.  “Sure she is.  But honestly, who gives a
shit.”
         Olivia
watched him with a quizzical expression.  “Why would you say something like
that?”
         Victor
smirked.  “She’s a stone cold bitch.  I hooked up with her before she was with
Rick.  I learned the hard way where the looks department is concerned that that
shit is overrated.  What it comes down to, hell, it doesn’t matter too much
what a person looks like.  If they’re there to please you completely, and make
sure you’re happy, that’s what counts most.  If they’re not willing to put in
the effort and put you first, in the end, it’s not worth it.”
         Olivia
opened her mouth to say something which Victor quickly hushed away.  He saw the
front door crack open.  A hand held the frame of the door as it opened wider.  Someone
was coming out of the house.  “Oh, it’s on.  Game time.”
     
         A
balding middle-aged man wandered out onto the driveway.  He was rubbing the
sleep still out of his eyes, wearing only his boxers.  Olivia saw the man’s
hairy paunch billow out over the hem of his boxers.  She stuck her tongue out
and made a face.  If women couldn’t be in public topless, there should be
similar rules for men that took such poor physical care of themselves like this
man.  His bare feet padded on the black pavement of his driveway.  As he bent
down to pick up the morning paper that was tossed at the edge of his lawn,
Olivia noticed that Victor had hunkered down in the driver’s seat, silently
screwing the silencer on the end of his gun.  He lowered the window down stealthily
on the van and poked the end out of the corner in the window, to hide it from
view. 
     
         As the
man raised himself up from stooping to fetch his paper, Victor squeezed the
trigger.  Three muted shots pumped out of the barrel, hitting the victim
squarely in the chest.  As the man crumpled to the ground, Victor took a few
more shots for good measure.  After the man collapsed face first into the
pavement, Victor started the van and gunned it. Speeding away from the house,
he made a few dangerous turns onto several residential streets in top form
before slowing down out of the neighborhood and entering the main road.  Victor
repeatedly looked in his rearview mirror and checked his surroundings often to
make sure no one saw the events unfold and was following him.  He drove two
miles down the barren street before driving into an abandoned parking lot in
the back of an empty building to put the plates back on the van.
     
         Victor
got back into the van and grinned wildly at his accomplice in crime.  “Well,
another one down.  Buh bye to Terry.  One more double crossing prick to go. 
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