one word~lawyer

jules argued her case like a seasoned lawyer.

she laid out points of law, logic and closed with a plea that would have won over the most cynical of juries.

it made no difference. the judge and jury were wrapped up in the body of one person, who held complete power over her as she stood there, worn out by her words and the emotions that wove through them.

he smiled, gave her kudos for her well thought out presentation, said how she'd moved him... and shot her anyway.

one word~hook

the hook was easy... give them a bit of time with the game, and let them think they could win.

afterward, when they are putting down money right and left, you do a bit of a switch up, and they'll continue to accept losing, not realising what you've done--that you've changed the rules to suit you.

it worked for years for james...until he met laura... who knew the hook, the set up and the game far better than he did. by the time she was done, he'd lost his money, his car--his heart.

one word~cash

she never had cash--she worked on the barter system.

food for housework, clothes for watching children, a car for sex.

don't call her a prostitute...call her a wife.

one word~delicate

her skin was delicate, fragile, that old woman skin that appears to be translucent.

the rip caused by the knife opened it up like tissue paper. blood welled for a moment, then poured out with real purpose.

this was the delight he found in old ladies.. the scent of their skin, the purity of their cries of fear, the destruction of their being.

it made him god.