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"By definition, the serial rapist is a successful criminal because law enforcement fails to connect his crimes, fails to understand his motives, and subsequently fails to identify and apprehend him. It has been demonstrated that the serial rapist, as a career sex offender, develops over time any number of means for keeping his identity unknown, and evading detection by law enforcement. The serial rapist knows how to position himself for rape activity, engage in rape activity, and continue to rape successfully, without any concern that law enforcement will understand, identify, and apprehend him. This is because his fantasy motive is a personal dynamic, and because his MO is progressively flexible."
Personally, I was shocked, amused, and honored to see such a description of myself!!! I also believe that deep in the hearts of many male member of the law enforcement 'class" is the knowledge that men like myself are simply excersising our god-given rights. I certainly know enough lawyers, cops, "correctional officers", and even judges who have helped me in my pursuit if pleasure.
The Rapist's Mind: Story 6 Shortly after my brother finished paying off the house he had just bought out in the country, he got transferred to Kuiatt by his company. To my amazement, my brother asked me to feel free to use his home as much as possible for the two years he would be gone.
"I'd rather have you there, than some renter. Just don't wreck the place, and don't give the cops an excuse to come busting down the door." he said as I saw him off at the airport.
My pretty little victim had have to my brother's house several times after I "moved in" but I never was home, or so she thought! I had first avoided opening the door for her, because my brother had warned me that she had a habit of stopping by to talk to him about attending her church.
(Thinking about my first rape in my brothers house was so good...I relive it again and again...) But one day, when she stops by, it is late in the evening. The sun was setting and from where I'm watching, she is standing between me and the sun. I can see her slender outline through the thin, but conservative summer dress she is wearing, which hugsher upper body and released at her hips, then hung down to her anckles!
She was very pretty- 5'5", 120 pounds , nice breasts (not big, just right), chestnut brown hair just past her shoulders. Her skin was nicely tanned, and her hazel eyes looked as sweet and innocent as a deer. It's those eyes that make me decide.....
I can see all of her legs up to her pussy while she stands there knocking on my door. She turns to walk away and I so move a chair so that she will know someone is home. She turns around and knocks again saying "Hello....?"
I open the door wide , so that she can get a good look atall of me, and also so that if she should decide to bolt, I can quickly grab her...and she looks up at me through the door and smiles a fearful little "oh my god" smile.
I smile back and step just a little out the door. Her eyes get big as she gets me standing there in a pair of loose shorts, no shirt or shoes. Her eyes look down look down my body and then quickly back up to my face. as I grab an arm, and "invite" her in.
I pull her into the living room and I ask her to be seated and excuse myself to the back bedroom. I quickly remove my shorts and underwear and put my shorts back on. I'm already hetting hard, thinking of how I'm going to be spending the next few hours.
When I return to the living room I "inform" her that my wife has a real bad headace and is sleeping after taking some medication, but I know she would like to talk about church.