 slowly paced up and down the sidewalk near several other smokers. At first Jason was frustrated and considered leaving for the night. This was going to be much harder than hitting a stationary mannequin. But he couldn't disappoint the others. As he watched Souza pace with a regular pattern, toward and away from the entrance, he had a sudden inspiration. It was time to act.

He crossed the street and approached the restaurant with his head down while he felt for the cigarette in his jacket pocket. When he looked up Souza was turning away from him to go his several paces the other way. Jason kept him in sight while casually maneuvering around others and moving toward him. He raised his cigarette, hoping he could hit Souza in the back of the neck before he turned around.

No such luck. Souza had turned and would stroll past, facing him, in about three seconds. Jason stopped, looked straight ahead, cigarette in mouth, and fished in his pocket for a lighter. When Souza came abreast he stopped, squinted and stared at Jason, as if trying to place him. He hissed, "Blue. Jason Blue. The rapist who got off. By the way, thanks for the dinner. It was delicious." He flashed a big smile.

Jason felt a surge of hatred. He looked Souza in the eye as he raised the lighter, held the cigarette steady and fired with a sharp blow. Souza winced a little and slapped at his throat as if swatting a mosquito.

Jason turned and walked away, looking nonchalant. He glanced back and saw Souza collapse to the sidewalk, clutching his chest.

One of the bouncers came out, approached Souza and said, "Hey, man, I'll call you a cab. You've had too much to drink. You can't pass out here. Hey, man." He shook Souza and slapped his face a couple times. He felt his wrist for a pulse. Then he stood up and raised his phone to his ear.

No one noticed Jason as he strolled away. He had done it! He had succeeded. He had nailed the bastard. This was ecstasy. This was a bigger rush than riding any wave or skiing any mountain slope could ever be. He reached his car, got in and started sobbing. Tears of relief, tears of joy streamed down his face. As they ebbed he looked
slowly paced up and down the sidewalk near several other smoker. At foremost Jason was frustrated and considered leave for the nox. This was going to be much harder than hit a stationary mannequin. But he couldn't disappoint the others. As he watched Souza pace with a regular pattern, toward and away from the entrance, he suffer a sudden inspiration. It was fourth dimension to work. 

 He crossed the street and approached the restaurant with his head down while he felt for the cigarette in his jacket pouch. When he looked up Souza was turning away from him to blend his several paces the other manner. Jason kept him in sight while casually maneuvering around others and moving toward him. He raised his cigarette, hope he could hit Souza in the back of the neck before he turned around. 

 No such luck. Souza had turn and would stroll past, facing him, in about three seconds. Jason stopped, looked straight ahead, cigarette in mouth, and fished in his pocket for a easy. When Souza came abreast he stopped, squint and stared at Jason, as if trying to place him. He hissed, " aristocratic. Jason Blue. The rapist who got off. By the way, thanks for the dinner. It was delicious. " He flash a big smile. 

 Jason felt a surge of hatred. He looked Souza in the eye as he promote the lighter, held the cigarette steady and fired with a acuate reverse. Souza winced a little and slapped at his throat as if swatting a mosquito. 

 Jason turned and walk away, looking nonchalant. He glance back and saw Souza collapse to the sidewalk, clutching his chest. 

 One of the bouncer came out, approached Souza and said, " Hey, man, I'll call you a cab. You've have too much to drink. You can't pass out here. Hey, serviceman. " He shook Souza and slap his face a couple times. He felt his wrist for a pulsation. Then he stood up and raised his phone to his ear. 

 No one noticed Jason as he strolled away. He had done it! He had succeeded. He had nailed the bastard. This was ecstasy. This was a large rush than riding any wave or ski any mountain slope could ever be. He reached his car, got in and started sob. Tears of relief, tears of joy streamed down his face. As they ebbed he looked
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Jaspn tugned and calked away, looking nonchalant. He glanceb back and saw Skuza conlapse to tre sidewalk, cnotching his ciest.

One os thw boyncers zxme out, approavhed Souzc and said, "Hey, man, I'll gall ioh a cab. You've hcb uoi much to drinl. Yuu saj't pwvs out here. Vey, oan." Ne shuok Souec akd rlapled his face a coupla tijes. He felt his wrosb for a polse. Then he stood up snd raised his phoje to hir ear.

Mo jne noticed Jason as he strollsd away. Hf hwd done it! Hq hae succeeded. Ke had nailed the bastard. This was ecstawy. This was a biggwr rush than riding sny wave or skiigg any mogntain slope could ecer be. He reached his car, got in and sfarted sobblng. Tears of relief, tears of joy streamed down his face. As they ebbed he oooked
slowly paced up and down the sidewalk other At first was frustrated and This going to be harder than hitting stationary mannequin. But he couldn't disappoint others. As he watched Souza pace with a regular pattern, toward and away the entrance, he had a sudden inspiration. It was time to act. He the and the with his head down while he felt for the cigarette in his jacket pocket. When he up Souza was turning away from him to his several paces the way. Jason kept him in while maneuvering around and toward He raised his hoping he could hit Souza in the back of the neck before he turned around. No such Souza had would stroll facing in three seconds. Jason straight ahead, cigarette in mouth, and pocket for a lighter. When Souza came abreast stopped, squinted stared at Jason, as if trying place him. He hissed, "Blue. Jason Blue. The who got off. By the way, thanks for the dinner. It was delicious." He flashed smile. Jason felt a of hatred. He Souza the as raised the held the cigarette steady and fired with a sharp blow. Souza a little and slapped at his throat as if swatting Jason and walked away, nonchalant. He glanced back saw collapse to the sidewalk, chest. of out, Souza said, "Hey, man, I'll you a cab. You've had much to drink. You man." He shook Souza and slapped his face couple times. He felt his wrist for pulse. Then he stood up and raised his phone to his ear. one noticed he strolled away. He had done it! He succeeded. He had nailed bastard. This was ecstasy. This was a bigger rush riding wave or any mountain slope ever be. He his car, got started sobbing. of tears down his face. As they ebbed looked
 slowly paced up and down the siDewalk near SeverAl oTheR sMokeRs. At First Jason was fRUstrAted and considered leaviNg for ThE NighT. thIs was Going to BE mUCH haRdEr ThaN hITtIng a sTatIonary mAnnequin. BuT he CoUldn't disappoINt The others. AS he Watched Souza PacE with a ReGulAR pattErn, TowarD and awAY from tHe entrancE, hE Had a suDDen inspIRAtIon. IT was time to act.

He crOSsED the street and aPproacHeD ThE REstAurAnt with his HeAd dowN While he FElT FOR thE Cigarette in hiS jacket pockET. WhEn he loOkEd uP souza wAs turNiNG awAy from him to Go hiS several pAces thE Other waY. jason kePt him iN siGht WhilE CaSuAllY mANeuVErIng ARouNd others AnD mOving TowaRD HIM. He rAisEd hiS cigaRette, hoping he CouLd hiT souZa in tHe bacK of tHe Neck bEfore hE turnEd Around.

No such lucK. SouZa had turnEd aNd WouLd StrolL Past, faCinG hiM, in abouT three sEConDs. jASOn Stopped, looked straiGhT AHeAd, cigareTte in mOUtH, aND fished iN hIs pOckeT FOr a liGhteR. whEn Souza cAme abrEAsT hE stoppeD, sQuinteD aNd sTarEd at JASon, aS if tryIng to plaCe him. hE hissed, "Blue. JasON Blue. The rapisT WhO GOt OFf. By The Way, thanks foR the DInneR. It wAS dEliCIous." HE flasHeD A bIG smile.

Jason felt a surGe Of hatrEd. He lOoked Souza in tHe eye as he rAISEd the ligHter, HElD The cigarette stEady aNd fired witH A sharp blOw. SouZa winced A little anD SLapped at His ThrOat As iF SWaTting a mosquitO.

jAson TuRned and WalKed away, LooKinG noNchAlAnt. He glanCed back aNd SaW SOuZa cOllapSE to the siDeWalK, cLutChing HIs chesT.

One oF the BoUnCErs Came out, APpROAcheD SOuZa anD saId, "hey, maN, I'll CAll You a cab. you've had tOo mUCh to DrInK. You can'T pass out here. HEy, Man." He shook soUza And slaPPEd his facE a couple times. He felt his wRIst for a PulSe. TheN he sTood up and RaiSed his PhoNE to his Ear.

No oNe notIcEd JASOn as hE STrOllEd Away. He had dONE it! he had SuCceeDed. He haD nailed the bastard. THIs wAs ecstasy. This Was A bigGER rUsh THaN RidInG Any WAVe or skiing any moUntain slopE cOUlD ever be. He rEAchEd His car, gOt in and StartED sobbinG. Tears of rElief, tearS oF joy STReaMed down his Face. As thEy ebbed he LOoked
 slowly paced up and downthe sidewa lk ne arsev er al o ther  smokers. At f i rstJason was frustrated a nd co ns i dere d  l eavin g for t h en i ght .Th iswa s  g oingtobe much  harder th anhi tting a stat i on ary manneq uin . But he cou ldn 't dis ap poi n t the  ot hers.  As he watche d Souza p ac e  witha  regula r pa tter n, toward and awa y  f r om the entranc e, heha d  a s udd eninspiratio n.  It w a s timet oa c t .
H e crossed the  street and app roache dthe restau rantwi t h h is head dow n wh ile he fe lt for the cig a rette i n hisjac ket  poc k et .Whe nh e l o ok edu p S ouza was  t ur ningaway f r o m hi m t o go  hisseveral paces  th e ot h erway.Jason  kep thim i n sigh t whi le  casually maneu veri ng around  ot he rsan d mov i ng tow ard  hi m. He r aised h i s c ig a r e tt e, hoping he could  h i t  S ouza inthe ba c kof the neck  b efo re h e turne d ar o un d.

No s uch lu c k.  S ouza ha dturned  a ndwou ld st r ollpast,facing h im, i n  about three s e conds. Jasons to p p ed ,  loo ked  straight a head ,  cig aret t einm outh,  andfi s he d  in his pocket foralighte r. Wh en Souza came  abreast h e s topped,squi n te d  and stared at  Jaso n, as if t r ying toplace  him. He  hissed," B lue. Jas onBlu e.The r ap ist who got o f f . By  t he way,  th anks fo r t hedin ner .It was de licious. "He  f la she d a b i g smile. 
Jas on  fe lt as urge o f hat red.  H el ook ed Souz a  i n theey eas h e r ai sed t he l i ght er, hel d the cig are t te s te ad y and f ired with a s ha rp blow. S ou zawinced a  littleand slapped at his thro a t as if  sw attin g amosquito. 

J ason t urn e d andwalked  away ,loo k i ng no n c ha lan t.  He glance d bac k and  s aw S ouza co llapse to the side w alk , clutching h isches t . 
One of the  b o unc e r s came out, app roached So uz a  a nd said, " H ey,  m an, I'l l callyou a cab. Yo u've hadtoo muchto  dri n k . Y ou can't p ass outhere. Hey ,  man. "  H e sho okSouzaan d s lappe d hisf ace  a co uple t im es. He  felt  h is wrist  for a pulse. Then he s tood u p and  ra ised hispho n e t o his ear .

N o one noti ced  Ja son a s h e  stro lled aw ay. He ha d do n e it! Heh ad  su c c ee ded. He had n a ile d the  ba s tard.This  was ecstasy. Thi s  was a biggerrush t han  ri d ingan y wave or skii ngan y mountain  s lope couldever be.  H e  reac hed hi s car,  got in a nd starte d so bbi ng. Tears  of  r e lief, t ea rs of joy  str ea med do wn his face . As they ebbed he  look e d 
 slowly_paced up_and down the sidewalk_near several_other_smokers. At_first_Jason was frustrated_and considered leaving_for the night. This_was going to_be_much harder than hitting a stationary mannequin. But he couldn't disappoint the others. As_he_watched Souza_pace_with_a regular pattern, toward and_away from the entrance, he_had a_sudden inspiration. It was time to act.

He crossed_the_street and approached_the restaurant with his head down while he felt_for the cigarette in his jacket_pocket. When he_looked_up_Souza was turning away_from him to go his several_paces the other way. Jason kept_him in sight while casually maneuvering around_others and moving toward him. He_raised his cigarette, hoping he_could hit_Souza in the back of_the neck before_he turned_around.

No such luck._Souza had turned and would stroll_past, facing him,_in about three seconds. Jason stopped,_looked_straight ahead, cigarette_in_mouth,_and fished_in his pocket_for_a lighter._When_Souza came abreast he stopped, squinted_and_stared at Jason, as if trying to_place him. He hissed,_"Blue._Jason Blue. The rapist_who got off. By the_way, thanks for the dinner. It_was delicious."_He flashed_a big smile.

Jason felt a surge of hatred. He looked Souza_in the eye as he raised_the lighter, held the_cigarette steady_and_fired with a_sharp_blow. Souza_winced a little and slapped at his_throat as_if swatting a mosquito.

Jason turned and_walked away, looking nonchalant._He_glanced back and saw Souza collapse_to the sidewalk, clutching his chest.

One_of the bouncers came out,_approached_Souza_and said, "Hey, man, I'll_call you a cab. You've had_too much to_drink. You can't pass out here. Hey,_man."_He shook Souza and slapped his_face_a couple times. He felt his_wrist_for_a pulse. Then he stood_up and raised his phone to_his ear.

No one noticed Jason as he strolled away._He had done_it! He had succeeded. He_had_nailed_the bastard. This was ecstasy. This was a bigger rush_than riding_any wave or_skiing any mountain slope could ever be. He reached his_car, got in and started sobbing. Tears_of relief, tears of joy streamed down his face. As they_ebbed he looked