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      As a disabled pensioner no one was waiting for my wife anywhere urgently.
I sent an apology message to my supervisor:    that I cannot come to work due to
serious family reasons - and the next morning: I rented a room in a small hostel
near the Alading big house.
      Every time I left there smiling:  excitedly emerging from the preparations
for my long-delayed real hunt:    it occurred to me cheerfully:    that I deeply
understand: why a tiger in a zoo cannot be truly happy. 
      I was once again: what I was born to be.
      For a few days:  I just wandered around: secretly taking photos of all the
people entering and leaving the main and service entrances:  to get a rough idea
of who is a visitor: who is an employee and who provides the supply.      Then I
chose four women: who could be my ticket in     - and when I was filling out the
first donation form at the reception:      one of them walked past me in a tight
blue skirt.
      The instinct of a predator told me: "that's her."
      In the first place:     she must have been somewhere near the transmission
devices: because she had come to pick up a disheveled fellow:  who had a "donor"
name tag pinned to his shirt.  And besides: she had a beautiful athletic figure:
a pleasant voice and quick nimble movements       - which made her a first-class
hunting gazelle. Only her huge and horribly garish wristwatch: which she proudly
looked: before she disappeared back into the elevator:  was a slight distraction
to me.
      She lived a few blocks away in a spacious ground house with her boyfriend:
who sometimes drove her home from work - and if she stayed longer: she came home
by taxi.
      He was also a fast athlete like her: but I didn't have much to do with him
- he immediately passed out:      when I broke his arm with the door of his nice
sports car and didn't wake up even when I was taping him tightly to the chair.
      As is usually the case:  the woman was a bit more of a problem:    because
she managed to scratch me unpleasantly on the forearm and almost completely tear
my shirt: before I finally took her in my arms and put the knife to her neck   -
but after that: she was already obedient.
      The image I created for her in the living room was paralyzing enough.