Frank saw the hitchiker standing alonside the highway waving him down. She was wrapped in a shawl .  A slight drizzle was on and the night was cold and windy. so he  pulled up alongside her.


"Can I give you a lift?" He offered.

The figure smiled at him and replied, "You sure can ,mister." He opened the door and she got in.and  threw the haversack she was carrying into the back seat.

"Thanks,,mister"she said in a soft voice.

"The name is Frank"

"Thanks Frank"

He found a gear and drove on. She was a young woman about eighteen ,blonde, with piercing green eyes.

"How come you are on the road at this hour ?" Frank inquired curiously.

"My boyfriend left me because I won't have sex with him," she replied bluntly. "Fine boyfriend you have, ditching you like this and in this weather" Frank replied sarcastically .

"Yeah," She answered evenly, "He's a bastard all right, but I will get even !" she said bitterly.

"How far do you live from here?" Frank asked

"A few miles down the road" she replied quickly.

"Perhaps you can come in and have some coffee," She suggested with a bright smile which revealed perfect lily white teeth "You look like a nice man."

"You mean you live alone?, asked Frank .

"Not really, I have a room mate," she replied evenly," but she's out of town, gone to see her parents".

"Oh, I see" ,replied Frank

" By the way, my name is Roxanne,"

"That's a pretty name "he offered smiling, "Reminds me of a movie I saw years ago called "Cyrano!"

"Cyrano?" she asked raising her brows curiously

"Yes " he replied ,"He was a master swordsman in France. who had a huge nose, and any one who taunt him about it ended up dead.!"

" Wow!" she said amazed ,"He was sure sensitive about it"

"Yes, he certainly was," Frank said adding," Any way, he had a secret love for his cousin Roxanne ,but he was so sensitive about his nose, that he declined to tell her."

"His cousin?" she asked surprised. "Yes, They could marry in those days."

"And what happened? "she urged peaking with interest.

"Well" He continued," Roxanne fell in love with a fellow named Christian ,but Christian was a shy young man, and he didn't know how to express his love for her so he told Cyrano who was also a Poet and a friend of his .about the situation.  Cyrano agreed to speak for him secretly as a kind of stand in ,as he did not want to reveal himself to her and Christian agreed of course, not knowing about Cyrano's secret love for her.as well and with Cyrano's poetic words, Christian had won her over and they were happily married."

"Wow, that's a great story" She said in a child's voice," "but, what happened to Cyrano?," she asked curiously. Frank noticed that her voice would change into a child's voice occasionally, but gave it no thought .

" Well" he replied clearing his throat,," He became an alcoholic and was killed when a coach that ran over him"

"How sad !"she said sympathetically .

They drove in silence a few more miles and the young lady said "You can stop here now, please." Frank looked out of the window at the house. It stood a short distance away from the road in what he surmised was an isolated area, he couldn't see any other buildings nearby which he thought was strange.

It had a  little garden in front .

Roxanne retrieved her haversack from the back seat and got out .She invited him in and told him to follow.

 Frank stood motionless as she opened the door.

 Once inside, the girl switched on the lights, which revealed a very modern living room, with a fifty inch TV which faced a long cream leatherette sofa opposite.

On a coffee table was a pile of women's magazines .

"You can sit down and make yourself comfortable while I go and make some coffee"She suggested with a smile.

Frank sat down as shel went into the kitchen. A strange feeling of dread washed over him suddenly. it seems as if something was wrong.. Something just wasn't right. but he couldn't figure out what! .

He took up a magazine and began browsing through, uninterested.

"Are you married " Roxannel asked  from the kitchen

"Used to be, but that was five years ago! 'Frank replied

"I am sorry"she replied.

"That's okay,I tried ,but it didn't work out! "replied Frank, "I guess we were incompatible"

"How do you like your coffee? " She asked,

"Black!" Frank replied.

"Okay, one black coffee coming up !" She came out of the kitchen, holding a cup and saucer and handed it to him. Frank took it and smiled, "Thanks!"

"Drink while I go and change into something more comfortable"she said.

Frank took a sip." Hmmm, tastes great! "he said. pleasantly,

"Thanks "she replied.with a smile

She turned and walked through a curtain which hung over a doorway .

As he sipped the brew, he wondered what the night would bring . He still felt uneasy.

A short while later, she returned wearing a short , see- through nightie.

Frank gasped and almost spilled his coffee in response.

It was a short see through affair with fancy lace at the seams

"Do you like it ?" she asked playfully

 "Yes,very much" he replied staring at her young figure beneath the flimsy garment. He felt his heart leap into his throat and a twitching in his pants .

" You look great !"he stammered setting down the coffee cup gently.

"It was given to me by my boyfriend on my twenty first birthday "she explained.

"He certainly had good choice "Frank replied. She sat down next to him. He could feel her warm body close to him. His breathing became staggered . He hadn't sex in a long time ,his life being consumed by his work as a Chartered Accountant at a prestigious firm in the city.

"how do you like the coffee? She asked. "Need a refill ?"

"No thanks .It tastes great "

"Glad you like it. You are such a handsome man" she purred ,stroking his face tenderly " I like handsome men.'

"Er ,well, I guess I do have my looks' he said modestly.

She inched closer ,a far away look coming into her eyes ."I do like mature men You know?".

Frank didn't reply as he felt her hands on his crotch. She began kissing him and his passion reeled.

"Not here," She whispered softly in his ear," Let's go into the bedroom" .

She got up and said in a sugary voice ,"Follow me, love" She then winked at him. Frank now trying hard to control his erection followed like a dog in heat.

The bedroom was shadowy saved for a light from a bedside lamp.

‘Undress while I go and freshen up" she said softly .

In a flash, Frank got out of his clothes and into the warm bed, anticipating a night of bliss and pleasure. He could hear a tap running in the bathroom as his heart thumped in anticipation.

A short while later, she returned, naked, carrying what looked like a piece of silken cord in her small hands.

"I like to play a little game first." ,She whispered softly as she crept into bed next to him, lowering her firm breasts to his lips.

 Frank sighed .  She began tying his arms to the bed posts. After tying his arms, she found his manhood and sat on it slipping it up into her hot well lubricated cunt... Frank sighed  I don’t deserve this. ! He thought. He was elevated to bliss as she began moving slowly, sensually, up and down his stiff shaft. "

Hmmmm ,that feels good."He moaned softly closing his eyes to focus on the sensations that rippled through his body as she rode him.

"Bastard !", She screamed suddenly, " You are all bastards!" Frank opened his eyes quickly and froze!. He gasped in horror as he saw that she held a huge kitchen knife in her raised hands! . In his bliss, he hadn't seen her slipped it out from beneath the bed. 

 Her beautiful face was now contorted into a mask of hate, her eyes flashing , she brought it down in an awkward curve into his throat. Blood spurted  from his severe jugular vein . Screaming insanely, she stabbed him again and again as she saw the ugly face of her drunken father sexually assaulting her as a child in her tormented mind .

 She continued her onslaught... Blood spattered all over her from the severed arteries. Gurgling sounds came from Frank's throat as he died.  A startled expression of   horror and disbelief reflected in his now glazed over eyes .

Satiated , Roxanne got off of his now convulsing body. Her hair was matted with blood that seeped down her face. She threw down the bloodied knife and began crying, "Mommy, Mommy! Help me, please !" she repeated over and over again. her body shook with the sobbing

Later that night , She dragged Frank's corpse into the pool of quicksand at the back of her house. There she watched it disappeared beneath the soft ,yielding mud. 

 She then went to bed, her right thumb stuck in her mouth and fell asleep.


Frank was her sixth victim.

The next day,Roxanne took Frank's car into a downtown parking lot and left whistling a happy tune.


The End ?