One Hundred And One

His sweet innocent flesh enticed me as he ran through the gravel chasing after a redheaded girl. You could see the sweat beading across his forehead as she eluded him. I watched as an adorable black girl showed up and knew I needed to have her too. Her brother made four; four was a challenge but I've done it before.

Children's skin was baby soft and they were also easier targets. Show them a puppy and they'll follow you anywhere. Give them candy and they're yours. From my van I could see their plump little bodies darting from tree to bush. Where were their parents? Te parents didn't spare a glance as they gazed down at their phones. Easy, they made it so easy!

My eyes looked for any signs that someone was paying attention to me; no one was. Who cared about a landscaping van with handicap tags? No one ever spared me a second glance once they saw a "disability" I imagined their tantalizing sweating skin as they ran around in shorts and tank tops; soon they would be mine.

Soon it would be their flesh under my palm and I gripped my erection. So sweet. The redheads pale skin against the black boy's ebony. They would serve me well. The white semen spilled on my hand as the little white boy tagged the redhead. Soon, just not today.

Every day I went back and worked near them. They didn't spare me a second glance and their parents rarely let one slip in theirs. Soon was getting closer. The little black girl ran right into my and I got hard when my hand slipped down her shoulders.

"I'm sorry Sir." And so polite, I liked that.

"You're fine sweetheart." Her smile was it's own ray of sunshine as she took off after her brother.

Tomorrow. It would be tomorrow.

But tomorrow they weren't there and my anger bubbled to the surface.

Where were they!

Sunday, it's okay... it's Sunday.

My dalmation barked from the car and I leashed him this time before taking him on a walk. He's served me well these last few years; Spot was a good boy. I let him play and threw a ball until it was time to go home; tomorrow.

And then they were there. After school they came to the park and I knew I had about five minutes before a parent showed up. The elementary school had just let out across the street and I could do it after the parents showed up, but with four kids... I needed time.

If I took one at a time, they would stop coming. But I needed all of them, they were a set and would complete everything. The other's would be pleased to see them.

Spot was eager to play and this time I brought him right past those gorgeous mixed skin children. As I anticipated, they stopped and I let them pet him for about thirty seconds and moved on. Children had short attention spans, they went back to play. Spot was a good boy, I brought him to the van and told him to sit by the truck; he would stay. Eight minutes and still no parents; I really could do this.

I went running up to them and this time I wore shorts to show my prosthetic leg, sympathy has served me well these last few years.

"My dog, he just ran off. Have you kids seen him?" Acting; kids bought it easy.

"No." Their sad eyes searched the park and I pretended my leg had been bothering me and ran to look behind a tree, they followed after me. Good little ones. That little girl was a peach and I was debating on starting with her or leaving her for last.

"What's his name?" The redhead asked and she looked behind her.

"Spot." He would only come to me when called. Slowly they followed me away from the open field and towards the trees.

"I heart him." When my voice declared it they took off running behind me.

"Is that him?" Spot was by the van and I sighed in relief as called for him and ran over. He was such a sweet puppy when I adopted him and I wouldn't change him for anything; not even these children.

"Spot." The black boy reached a hand out and Spot licked it.

My chance. There was no one in this isolated section of the park. The remote opened the door and Spot jumped in. They were too focused on him. One, two, three four bodies on the grass. The taser was tossed in the van and one by one bodies were stacked on the ground.

Parents were showing up as I signaled to leave the entrance of the park. Stupid worthless excuses for human beings. They were hugging and still hadn't looked for their children. I noticed when they weren't there yesterday, I cared and they didn't even look for them?

The drive was long as I headed to the old farm and I got them in their cages before they woke up. The other's looked in on them as they were placed and now I had ten; ten was the magic number.

Tomorrow would be a lot of work but now that I had my black spots, everything was perfect.

Dinner was important so I fixed them all plates and brought bottles of water, I couldn't have that skin drying out. That beautiful smooth skin. My last project was my first from children and the finished product was a higher quality. That prostitutes jacket; god it was awful! Their dry skin with sores all over them, disgusting.

They cried for me to come back as I left.

"It's okay my pretties, I'll be back in the morning."

"I want to go home." Home, why would they want to go back to parents who didn't even love them or protect them?

"You are home sweetheart, I told you. You're going to live forever now." Spot was waiting when I got back in the house and the television couldn't mask the cries coming from the barn; no one could hear them anyways.

The sounds of their screams lulled me to sleep.

I would miss that tomorrow.

In the morning I put on the jacket I had made previously and thought of all the improvements I could make this time around.

Each time it stayed longer before drying out, every jacket was better than the last. But I admit I couldn't wait until there were more children to cry me to sleep again at night.

The little black girl was perfect and made number one hundred and one.

Wow, one hundred and one? I bet no on could claim that accomplishment.