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into the sea. "It feels fine...Come on, join me." Ron watched her frolicking naked in water.
"You're so beautiful. So perfect." "Why, thank you." She went to him, and they embraced. As Mary Lou turned to lay down on the sand he saw a small mark on her back. "What is that?" He asked. "That ole thing? It's just a birth mark....Make love to me." Ron knelt beside her, and lightly touched her face.

"You're not perfect, after all." His hand suddenly tightened around her neck. "You lied to me." Mary Lou screamed out and kicked wildly. But he was too strong for her, and within a short time her body went limp. She let out one last gasp, and breathed no more.
Ron closed her terrified eyes.
"I really thought I'd found her this time, Mum. She reminded me a little of you."
He dragged the lifeless body along the beach towards the marina entrance.
"I know what you are going to say. I'm too hasty. Women are deceitful and liars, but I'm lonely and I miss you." He slipped a ring from her finger and pushed Mary Lou into the marina. "There we are my friends. It's supper time!"
The calm waters soon swirled with frenzied activity as two sharks fed on her corpse. Predators swam into the marina every night in search of food scraps dumped by kitchen workers and house boat dwellers. "Make sure you clean every bit of meat off the bones or you won't get dessert!" Ron smiled.

He neatly folded Mary Lou's clothes and walked back to his car.
"I'm sorry mum, you know that you will always be the one. They are all whores, but not my mater." He placed her things on the passenger seat of his car. "Oh well, there's always tomorrow. Who knows, I may get lucky the next time. After all, it's spring break. my favorite time of the year." He caught his reflection in the rear view mirror. "Something is wrong!" He snarled and stared into the mirror intently. "Something is wrong! What is it!" He began to loose control and pound the steering wheel with his fists. But then quite suddenly, he laughed loudly. "I know what's wrong." He brushed hair out of his eyes. "You need a haircut, my lad!.. Don't be angry Mum, I'll get one first thing in the morning, promise,"and he drove away into the still night.

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