The Banana and the Psychopath

Heart racing….. tongue dripping with saliva….. he stared intensely outside his window and into hers. This was the norm. His day would not be complete without it. One could not even begin to phantom the thoughts that ran through his mind, which brings us to our once upon a time…..

When ….once upon a time in a quiet suburban neighborhood, there lived a psychopath named Kadash. Kadash was a master manipulator, harboring dark desires and a lustful obsession for a married woman named Suka, who happened to be his next-door neighbor. From the moment he saw her moving in with her husband, Kadash’s twisted mind became consumed with thoughts of possessing her.

He would watch her bountiful backside sway from side to side. Her walk was like a beautiful melody that made his heart beat like African drums on a festival night. Her bosoms bounced like balls about to score three pointers. He wanted to hold it, feel it, possess it all.

Kadash spent countless hours observing Suka, meticulously studying her routines, and finding ways to insert himself into her life. He became her friendly neighbor, always willing to lend a helping hand or engage in small talk over the meticulously painted white picket fence laced with red roses and rosemary plants.

Suka, unaware of the darkness lurking behind Kadash’s charming facade, appreciated his…