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Claudia,

I have to catch the bus to Boston.

I'll miss you, Claudia.

I'll call you

as soon as I get there.

Oh, damn it, the speech.

When's your husband getting back from Boston, Claudia?

Not for a week.

He's going to be fooling around with his knives and guns.

When he wrote that book about weapons,

every convention in the country was after him.

How do you know he won't be fooling around with girls?

Are you kidding?

He doesn't have anything to fool around with.

With all those weapons, he could be a real lady-killer.

He couldn't shoot his way out of a rubber bag.

What happened?

You were hit by a car and hurt very badly,

but you'll be all right.

I can't move.

You're going to be all right.

You were hit by a car and hurt very badly.

Your legs will be paralyzed for a while,

but it looks as if it will not last too long.

You've lost one of your eyes.

I'm terribly sorry.

Can I have your name?

Blender.

Stanley Blender.

And your address?

I have none.

Is there anyone you would like me to notify?

A relative? A wife?

No, no one.

I have none.

Claudia,

you have done this to me,

but you are not alone.

Strip any girl naked and you will find a filthy slut like you,

bare breasts and a bare stomach waiting for a man's caresses,

waiting to be squeezed and kissed until they heave in ecstasy.

They are a soft, pink trap.

Once a man is locked

within the hot vice of love that is their thighs,

he can never escape.

He enters the trap willingly, eagerly,

but finds it close around him like an errand cage

until his manhood is buried deep within this female soul

and can no longer move.

And then she tightens the hold,

twisting his swollen ego deeper into her

until it is swallowed up.

And then, just as the heat of his now insane love

is ready to burst upon her,

she cuts his love in two,

castrating his will,

subjecting him to her desires,

making him a crying, bleeding slave who cannot move unless she bids him move.

No, it is not only you, Claudia, who have done this.

It is every girl who holds herself in her hands,

caressing her bare breasts and the tender hollow of her thighs.

They look at themselves in their mirrors

and they can see their voluptuousness that men desire.

Breasts swollen with the sweet milk of love,

ready to be drunk,

warm and comforting from the tender nipple,

but actually filled with the venom of greed and self gratification,

ready to poison the innocent man who seeks suck.

They see their own thighs slowly open and just as slowly close,

beckoning to every man to come and find within comfort and rest,

fulfillment of his desires and dreams,

sweet forgetfulness

and the darkly flaming furnace of love itself.

A hot fire

that will sear his wounded soul,

and so he approaches those softly opening thighs

until he finds himself

between Scylla and Charybdis.

Finds his body and his mind

breaking in this trap

where he is caught and tossed about,

unable to escape,

for the deeper in he drives,

the more he cannot ever escape.

There is one escape.

The only true escape

for any man trapped in the sexual vortex of the female being:

it is to destroy her

and all who act like her,

to take the girl who strips herself naked, in public,

and kill her naked, in public,

to lay the prostitute back upon her pillows,

and as she opens to you,

strangle the filthy beast

so that those gates of flesh shall never open again.

Death is what you deserve, my Claudia,

and death is what you shall receive.

I will slash open the very core of your perversion.

Your blood will be the testimony of your depravity.

I will kill them.

I will kill them, one by one,

and the first shall receive a rose

to symbolize the innocent pubescence that she once had,

but its thorns shall be impregnated

with the poisonous venom she herself dispenses,

and this symbol of her once virginity

shall kill the whore.

I told you not to come here while I'm dressing.

Janet

I have a feeling that he's after me.

He can be very strange, Janet.

Sometimes,

I think he's going to kill me.

Oh, Claudia, don't be silly.

Richard ran away. He couldn't face you again,

that's all.

I wish I could believe that,

but still,

he doesn't know about this place, does he, Janet?

You never told him about it, did you?

No, of course not.

He knows I pose for your paintings, but not here.

I know Richard

and he wouldn't lift a finger, even if he didn't know where you are.

Forget it.

Hello, Janet.

Where you been for the last few weeks?

Out at my place on the island.

Why don't you come out for a while? We could have a good time.

Listen, Janet,

you may have to put me up for a while.

Business is tough.

All the cops crack down election year and I can hardly get a trick.

That's the pig that poses nude for Claudia

talking to one of her hooker friends.

Hello, there.

I don't need any help.

Undress yourself.

Go lie down on the bed.

I'll watch you while I prepare myself.

Don't move.

Where can I find that girl you were talking to on the street?

Janet Harper.

Where is she? Tell me and I won't hurt you.

Tell me, you little pig.

No one will want to look at you when I get through with you.

If you don't tell me, I'm not afraid to hurt you very badly.

Tell me.

Janet is modeling for an artist.

She's at a woodworking studio in Oyster Bay.

She must still be there.

Oh, please don't.

Run, Janet. Run!

It's Richard.

He's crazy. Run!

Hello, Claudia.

Oh, fuck.

Let me go.

Claudia.

My dear Claudia.

Let me see those breasts of yours.

Those breasts that he was fondling.

Let me see them

and feel them again

before they die.