Eventually I met him lurking at the edge of the woods and shot him.”
“And he died?”
“He died, but as he died, he looked at me with those burning eyes and grinned at me. At that time, I watched in fascination as the stallions, full of brute strength, penetrated the mares with their huge penises. Hardly, but they did. For a moment, I thought I was the hero of a ‘hidden camera’ tv show, but I moved my hands and eyebrows a few times and convinced myself that the apparition in the mirror was me. On one of these trips of his, he met a young nun and, of course, he raped her. Professor Carter, with her glasses crooked, came up to my ear and said, “I told you this would happen!” and when she got a little closer, she bit down hard and took my ear off. When she got right next to me, she looked me in the eye and, not at all frightened by their glare, grabbed me as tightly by the cock as if she was a shipwrecked woman clinging to a branch for dear life. Her room was on the first floor, but since it was a warm night, she had the window open, so it was no problem for me to get there.
