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The Reaper (chapter 1)
  Did you ever meet someone that changed your life? Sure you have; we all have. I mean one of those people you meet, see a few times and never see again. After they're gone you realize they left a deep impression. In my life it was Maggie. But maybe I'd better start from the beginning.
  I was looking for ... something. Like the song says 'everybody's looking for something'. I was looking for something special.
  Maggie was something else.
  Her first words to me were, "I like to know what makes people tick. It's a Time thing." Her first question was "Why do you hate cats?"
  I've never hated cats. They fascinate me. Dogs whimper and go belly up. I only killed one dog. I felt dirty for weeks. But cats! Cats fight you to the last breath. They twitch and dig their claws in like they want to take you with them to hell. It's a rush.
  I told her I loved to look into cats' eyes. I didn't tell her when.
  I met her online. Women think you're *safe* if they meet you online. I don't know why; they just do. We talked for weeks before I asked if she'd like to get together for a cup of coffee. She was alone, single, far from family and new to the city. She had two cats and a 10 gallon aquarium. She wasn't desperately lonely, but she could use a friend. Just the girl for me.
  I know what you're thinking. I do. You're thinking I must be some kind of no-win nerd to have to pick girls up on a computer. Well, sit back, bud. It's a Way. And it works. For what I need it works great. The cash outlay is minimal for getting to know chicks. No movies, no popcorn, no hangover and, with an off-line mail reader, no late hours. If things don't work out you insult the bitch and put her in a twit filter. Life is good!
  She lived in Minerva Park and I had a place in Westerville. We met halfway. I wanted to be there first so I told her 6:30. At 5:30 I found a quiet booth along the wall facing the door and ordered a hamburger. It was greasy-spoon quality, and cheap. I'd never been in the place. It had been her suggestion. Just a place she saw once in a while when she drove by, she'd said. While I sat and watched two girls came in. Tight jeans, short jackets, that hard-soft look. Trouble revving up for the night. They caught me and flashed teeth and shoulder swivels at me. Makes a guy feel good, even if he's got other fish to fry. I curled my tongue at them. One snarled her face up and jerked her head away. The other winked. Women!
  Maggy hadn't given me a description. She said she'd come in and catch a stool and check me out. She liked to play games. She'd done that with me on the board. I had the feeling she'd met a few guys this way, too, but I wasn't interested in her purity. When she walked in I knew it was her.
  She paused just inside the glass door, looking around the place. She spotted the three empty stools at the counter, marked her place with bright hazel eyes and re-scanned the room. Her eyes found mine. A satisfied smile threatened to break out, the corners of her mouth twitching. She'd made me, too. Something electrical flew across the room and hit me below the belt. I actually gulped.
  She wasn't beautiful but when she crossed the distance between us I wasn't the only one watching her bounce inside her clothes. She stood at the edge of the table, her hand held out, saying "Lee?"
  I took her hand and held the fingers between mine. I'd seen it in a movie and used it ever since. They liked it. "What happened to the stool gambit?" I asked, dazzling her with a smile.
  She returned it, letting her's spread past her eyes and into my soul. She had to know she had a great smile. She slid into the seat across from me, stuffed her bag against the wall and focused her full attention on me. She made me feel like I was the only man in the place. Everything about her said 'alive and planning on staying that way for ever'.
  I don't remember what we talked about, if anything. I do remember walking out of that place 2 hours and five or six cups of coffee later. I remember putting her in her car, closing the door thinking 'I want you!' I remember thinking and feeling that so much that she got out of the car again, wrapped her arms around me and cleaned my tonsils for me.

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