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One unsuspecting, child focused, Saturday night was all that was required to finish what the laws of the land could not: him. Just that one night, and it would be all over. She hated that she worked in the same building as him. Having to even walk the ground he may have trod turned her stomach. At first, she had been reduced to a quivering bowl of jelly, a shivering child out of a cooling bath. Now though, she had matured in her survival. She was angry, revengeful and obsessed with her covert operation, "One Saturday Night."

Wasting to a blubbering mess had been worth it. The closer proximity meant she was in effect stalking him, a predator herself. Where once he had hunted the childerbeast of her home, now she prowled his jungle and fed off his mistakes. She studied his moves and sniffed his weaknesses of juvenile delight.

He was, essentially trapped. The web was spun and the venom would be delivered. The courts had been unable to stop him. The children were scared, recanted their stories and the burden of proof was unable to be met. It was time for the Court of Angels: a parental source of power far greater than the "innocent until found guilty" value of judicial mortals.

Over several Saturday nights, he had shared the bed of her best friend, Genevieve. His grooming of her had allowed access to not only Genevieve's children but to every other child that played at Genevieve's house. The sleepovers, the parties, the movie marathons, all were his manipulative ploy of access.

Following the court case, he went underground for a short period. When he dared to walk the streets again, he did so more boldly, surely and cunningly than ever before. He had received compensation for the stress and trauma that the parents of the neighbourhood had put him through and with that recompense he invested in fancy, flash camping equipment un-experienced by most people in that part of town.
He befriended the street kids. He began taking them on Saturday Night Outback Experiences' of character building magnitude. He was nominated for an Australia Day award because he was so active in helping the disadvantaged.

Genevieve and Amanda planned his demise carefully. Amanda had come to work in the city office block where he also worked. Genevieve had trained in Phlebotomy and had recently taken a job in a lab to gain access to the tiny thin glass test tubes that were required for "One Saturday Night."

They now knew his camping haunt. It was isolated and unforgiving. Kids had to rely upon him

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