Chapter Eight
Encounters
It wasn’t the best place to hold a discreet conversation. As expected however the gun range was mostly deserted on a Monday morning. No one was near enough to hear. And Al needed to blow off some steam (or rage) along with several hundred caps. Plus it was good to wash up, shave and get out of the house for a change.
It had been a slovenly weekend. Barely budging from his jerk-off chair Al had spent nearly the entire time poring over the couple dozen new pictures he had of Julie, interspersed with long sessions of watching old video. He boiled with furious jealousy studying the shots of this Edwin Marsh and as he m*********d he again fantasized as much about murder as forced s*x. The more hours (and then days!) that went by with the girls and their former teach
