At nine, we drove to the bar and took seats at a table where I could watch all the faces of drinkers and hopefully, spot our mark. Bart didn’t know what the fellow looked like so it was up to me to identify him which would not be an easy task in the dim light. About forty minutes later, a man walked in who looked very similar to the person from last night and I watched his drinking habits for a definite confirmation. He drank several shots of booze in rapid order and had put a few twenties on the counter but I couldn’t tell how large his bankroll was. I decided to move closer and perhaps get a peek at his wallet contents but that was not so easy to do without being obvious. When he took his billfold out to remove more bills, it did look like there were a lot of papers or cash in it although I couldn’t really be sure. I told Bart that he looked like the same guy from the previous night with the fat wallet that might contain a nice sum. All we had to do now was wait around until he was ready to leave before we moved separately out the side door. Once we knew the direction he was heading, Bart would drive about a block ahead and we would put our plan into action. I was starting to feel my heart beat increase as the thrill of the hunt was getting underway. Very shortly I would have a chance to take out my vengeance on another person. We saw the man pay his tab and put the loose bills back into his wallet. When he got off the stool, his balance appeared to be a bit unsteady and considering the number of shots consumed, it was a safe bet that his reactions would be very slow. As he left, I walked out the side door while Bart left by the front and we hurried to see where the man was going. We could see him walking very slowly toward a dark area which was the cue for Bart to drive the car about a block ahead. I stayed about ten steps behind the fellow until sure that no one else was in the area and then raced up to him. He heard my approaching steps and started to turn around when I whacked him right on his face with a pretty strong punch. As he fell to the ground, Bart came up and delivered several kicks to his body while I continued punching his head until we were satisfied that he was out cold. With great speed, we went through his pockets and took the wallet but before our get away, I heard someone yell at us from the direction of the bar. Without turning around, we made for the car and within seconds, drove away with the lights off until reaching a main street.
I was so charged up that wild yells came from my mouth and a feeling of great pleasure enveloped my total being. Both of us were sure that the person who screamed at us had not seen our faces or the license plate so there was no cause for concern. We still wanted to leave the area and merged into traffic that was heading toward the suburbs. For a few minutes I kept looking out the rear window to see if police were chasing us but no such thing happened. Bart drove for twenty minutes before heading for my apartment and a look at our haul. Once there, we dumped the cash from the wallet on the couch and counted it. I had to count the money twice to be sure but the amount came to two hundred and forty eight dollars which gave us both a reason to be happy. We had pulled off a pretty decent robbery and now had enough extra spending money to tide us over until the next job. Bart only stayed a few minutes and after he left with his share, I spent some time thinking about the plan. I decided that it would have to change so that police wouldn’t connect these crimes and start to zero in on our particular method of operating. If each succeeding robbery was slightly different, than authorities would think that they were the result of random acts committed by different perpetrators. In that way, they would not be able to narrow their search and look for one or two people. I thought that my thinking was very clear about this matter and felt a sense of pride in coming to an excellent decision. Bart may have the car but I had the brains to generate fool proof plans that were going to make a lot of money. In no time at all, I would be able to accumulate enough to rent a nice apartment and furnish it. It was getting late and there was the matter of work tomorrow so I decided to get some sleep which did not come easy due to my heightened state of excitement over the nights’ events.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For at least an hour, thoughts raced through my head about the mugging, Jane, coming into money and what could be expected in the future before falling into a sleep. I was awakened suddenly to the noisy ringing of the alarm and slowly crawled out of bed feeling tired. My sleep was not very satisfying but I had to get a move on or I would be late for work. As I was dressing, my eye spotted the victim’s wallet that had been carelessly left around and realized that it had to be thrown away quickly. I decided to weigh it down with pebbles and toss it into the river but out of curiosity, wanted to see what the fellow had. Most of the contents were meaningless to me but he did have credit card and best of all, the jerk had his PIN number written on a piece of paper. There might be some use for the card at a future time so I put it in my drawer with the number and took the wallet with me as I left the apartment. I thought that it would be possible to dump the wallet into the river during my lunch break and not have to worry about it turning up with my fingerprints on it. I also put all the cash in the dresser under some clothes and felt confident that my mother would never look in there. Work was the usual routine that was quickly becoming boring but it was a no brainer job that didn’t demand much. The manager and employees were always nice to me and I could use them as character references if such were needed. During lunch time, I had walked over to the river bank and when totally alone, loaded the wallet with pebbles and tossed it as far as possible. I was able to throw it quite a distance and watch it sink immediately. I knew that Jane expected to be called after work and as long as she was of use to me, we would be a couple. Certainly, there would come a time when I had to ditch her and when that occurred, she would experience a lot of misery. Well, that’s how life is and when that moment comes, I think that a certain sense of pleasure will come over me for having the power to call the shots. Could Jane really think that life is always sweet and wonderful?
When I arrived home, that feeling of fatigue was still with me and my tired body just didn’t feel capable of wanting to get involved in any activities this evening. I phoned Jane and told her that tonight was not good for getting together and then listened to her try to persuade me to do otherwise. She wouldn’t listen to my side at all and kept harping on how we should be seeing each other every night as if we were engaged or something. I finally said that it was no use talking anymore and hung up the phone. I would have liked to see the look on her face at that instant. Why this girl thinks she can control my time is obscene. Let a woman spread her legs and she immediately believes that the two of us are a permanent couple. I began to realize that females are very odd and have to be treated in an aggressive manner so that they understand their place. After a few minutes of thinking it over, I believed that Jane would come crawling to me and beg for my forgiveness. At least, I wanted her to since she was the only sex available at this time and giving up that pleasure was not an option. When she didn’t phone, I decided to forget about it for now and relax for the evening by watching television. I was particularly interested in the news and any mention of last night’s mugging. There had been no chance to look through a newspaper so I had no clue if the story had come out. I watched the early local news and heard nothing about the crime I wondered what kind of event had to occur in order to be important enough for inclusion on the program and decided that local news was more concerned with ridiculous stories about lost pets and other silly events than with the hard cold facts of crime. Well, better for me I suppose since it probably meant the incident hadn’t been reported or police stuck it at the bottom of their cases to solve.
As the evening wore on, I was surprised that Jane hadn’t called but really glad to have stayed home and rested. Even though the work days were easy, it still took a lot of energy to keep up with the demands of the bakers Their constant need for ingredients eventually sapped my strength over the work day and diminished my capacity for evening fun. I wanted to go to bed early but waited for the later local news to come on and see if any new developments had turned up. This newscast did mention t
hat a severe beating and robbery had occurred last night near a downtown bar, sending the victim to a hospital. Although the injuries were not life threatening, they were serious. The reporter also mentioned that other similar crimes had occurred within the last few weeks and police were looking for any witnesses who had seen suspicious activities in that area. If other similar robberies had occurred than Bart and I were not the only ones involved in this type of incident which made it possible for others to be blamed for our actions. I thought that having several muggers working at the same time would be to our advantage except that police would probably increase patrols in the affected areas. When we were ready to commit another mugging, it would have to be in an area far from downtown where fewer police cars could be found. I would call Bart tomorrow and tell him about the newscast and go over our new plans with him. Not wanting to see my mother tonight, I went to bed before her usual arrival time and was rewarded with a very good night’s sleep and a rested body in the morning.
On my way to work, I decided that if Jane didn’t call me again, then that would be the end of our relationship. Better to be done with her I thought than let her think that she’s the one in charge. It shouldn’t be too difficult to find other women since I was a tall, fairly nice looking guy who was getting better at socializing. Some women were so needy and dependent that it took the slightest show of interest on my part to bring them around. I was gaining a lot more confidence in my ability to attract girls and then letting them know who was in charge. When I returned home, my first priority was a call to Bart but he had already learned about the news story. I told him about my thoughts on committing future crimes and he agreed with everything said. Good old Bart, he probably didn’t have a single original idea in his head and could always be counted to go along with my scheme. Once again, he mentioned that Cal had been seen and I was really getting eager to meet up with him. The problem was that no one knew where he actually was and we weren’t going to cruise around the neighborhood with the hope of running into him. It would happen eventually but right now other matters came before giving him what he deserved. Bart said he would pick me up later and head to another part of the city to see how things looked to us. I no longer wanted to frequent the same taverns again since customers and particularly the bartender, might notice and remember us. I thought it would be better to frequent new places with dates and thus blend in better with the crowd but that would give us the added burden of finding two women in a short time. Well, it wouldn’t be that tough to find dates but we should do so at the local bar and then move to other places.
Jane had not phoned and I surmised that hanging up on her had been one of those irreconcilable events that would either end our contact totally or rekindle it if I crawled to her on hands and knees begging for forgiveness. That would never happen in my lifetime and if she wanted to get back with me, then the next move was up to her. In the meantime, I was going to look over the prospects and see what could be accomplished on this very evening. It seemed probable that Friday nights were the best times to look over the women who showed up at the bar since it was always crowded with people looking to escape from the rigors of work. I met Bart at the place about nine on Friday and we took a table that gave us a view of most of the room. The place was about half full and the few women who were there already did not look exceptionally good to me. I wanted to meet someone who was a knockout and who also thought that my appearance was very fine. If we were lucky, then two nice lookers would walk in unattached and welcome our invitation to dance. From there, it would be a matter of interesting the girls to hang out with us as long as we wanted them to. I thought it was a twofold advantage by having a girlfriend for sex and also as a patsy for my surveillance schemes. As soon as the girl had no more use to me, I would dump her and find another which had the additional advantage of keeping me free of a nonsense commitment. When girls became possessive and clingy it got on my nerves and made me want to exit the scene immediately. I couldn’t understand why they didn’t see eye to eye with me on how two people should get along. In all truth, I didn’t want someone who cheated on me although if an opportunity came up for me, who would be the wiser? I realized that it takes time to find the right woman but being a young fellow, there was no rush to do so.
By ten o’clock, the place had jammed up with people desperately looking for a drink and some social contact. It seemed to me that most of these people were pathetic and going about their business in a daze without even knowing what they were doing. Working all week to have a few nights of drunkenness and maybe some romance seemed to be par for most and watching them gave me a disgusting feeling. I felt nothing for them and thought it was my right to take whatever they had. In fact, I had very little feeling for all of humanity and wouldn’t care if they dropped dead right in front of me. I was trying to rid my mind of these thoughts and focus on the task at hand by carefully watching the females who entered and also scanning the room for any I missed previously. There must be a few of them in here who would appeal to me but finding them was another matter. Bart had started talking to a girl that he probably already knew and seemed to be staking a claim to her. I watched them walk back to her table after a dance and noticed that a few other women were sitting without male companions. It was hard to make out their faces in the dim, smoky light so I sauntered over with my most confident stride and sat down next to Bart. Bart introduced me to Leslie, the girl he was interested in, and she in turn introduced me to her friends. I looked them over without staring and thought that one of them, April, was pretty enough to have potential for my plans. From that moment on, I directed all my attention toward her and I was pleased that she accepted my overtures in a very friendly way. We danced and had a few laughs for the next few hours before the girls said they had to leave. I was apprehensive that all of them were minors but that was not so. April and Leslie were twenty and had to leave for other reasons. I took April’s number and promised to call soon and it looked like Bart did the same with Leslie. So far, everything was working out the way it was supposed to and soon we would be able to start putting our carefully thought out plans into motion. The girls left and we sat around a little longer watching the zombie like gyrations of dancers who were getting more and more unsteady on their feet until it became too boring to hang around. The evening had gone well and soon we would be back in business.
I couldn’t believe how quickly time passes when you are not really paying attention to it and suddenly realized that six months had passed since my release from the camp. In that short period of time, I had accomplished quite a lot and now looked forward to achieving twice as much in the next six months. Affording an apartment was still my first priority and for someone approaching twenty years, it was a little disappointing to still live at home. However, with a few more lucrative payoffs, I would soon be in a fine place with the best furniture and goodies. All it would take is a little more patience on my part and all that I desired would soon be mine. I called April that afternoon and hoped that she would be free tonight but no one answered the phone. Not being the kind of guy to leave messages, I hung up and would try later. If we didn’t connect then I would have to find something else that was interesting to do this weekend. Opening my dresser to check the stash of bills in it, I noticed the credit card taken from the last victim and wondered if money could be extracted from the ATM without a problem. I knew that cameras took your picture and fingerprints could be obtained from the buttons but there must be a way to avoid detection. It seemed that if someone had a cap pulled over their face and wore latex gloves, then evidence would not be left for the police to use. Obviously, they had my prints and it wouldn’t take a second to identify who I was. There was a little risk in this action, but it seemed so easy to take money out, that it warranted further scrutiny.
I tried April a few more times before reaching her and the conversation seemed to be very warm and pleasant. She did have tonight free and agreed to do something fun. After telling her that I didn’t have a car wh
ich could be a problem, her immediate response about driving us gave me a good feeling. I arranged to meet her near the bar at nine and said that we would think of something to do. I didn’t know if Bart had called Leslie and thought about including them in our evening but decided against it. If I was going to groom April to be my kind of woman, then its’ better that no one else is with us. I needed privacy to work my guiles on her and see if there was any resistance forthcoming. Her personality needed to be judged carefully so as not to make the same mistake as had occurred with Jane. I didn’t want to lose her before my plans had been tried out. It was time consuming to continually look for another woman and although it could turn out to be fun, I had bigger things to attend to. Until I met April, there was nothing much to do except stay in the apartment and watch television. My mother got up about two and we sat and talked for awhile about our routines. She didn’t mention Ben at all and I wondered if they had broken up which would be no surprise since he was married. I didn’t ask and avoided further meaningless discussions about her predicaments. It would be nice if she met a guy and ended up living with him or getting married. I’m sure that my mother would love to have a permanent man around the house so she could do all the things that a wife does for a husband. It seemed to me that she would be much happier in that situation unless the fellow beat or otherwise abused her which happens quite often. I don’t know where or what kind of men she meets but the one she was with certainly didn’t impress me.
Mother finally left to join friends for the evening and I whiled away the time until leaving to meet April. I was feeling a rise in my excitability level and hoped that sex was a distinct possibility tonight since it had been about a week since my last romantic moment. She drove up as I was approaching the door and we decided to bypass the usual barroom and go elsewhere. April seemed very glad to see me and squeezed my hand a few times as we headed toward a favorite place of hers. I didn’t know what to expect but there was enough cash in my pocket for any contingency. After about a half hour of driving while chatting to reduce the suspense and silence, she parked the car at the top of a cliff overlooking the city where the view was indeed, breathtaking. I didn’t know what to expect from her but this spot was very secluded and seemed like a place where couples would go to have the utmost privacy. Since she had been here before, I was expecting an aggressive move on her part that would be met more than halfway by my own desire. Almost instantly, she had her arms around me and started telling about her instant attraction to me. When I let her know that the feeling was mutual, our lips met in a very passionate manner and within seconds, my hands were all over her. April was not shy and we ended up in the back seat with most of our clothes off engaging in very hot sex. I liked this woman; she was not a passive tease but someone who knew the right thing to do and went after it immediately. We stayed in the back seat for about ninety minutes before putting our clothes back on and deciding what to do next. We really didn’t have to talk much because the looks between us told the entire story and it was easy to see that we were suited for each other. She was a little hungry so we drove to a diner and had a snack while continuing to talk about our new relationship. I thought that she would be ideal for my schemes and considered myself very lucky to have found her.
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