They spoke in Vietnamese together. They were having a girly conversation, laughing back and forth at one another wiping the crumbs from the previous meal off the table.
Mark watched them from the main living area through the doorway. He pretended to be reading one of Chris’ magazines with his sunglasses on but he was there for something else. The thoughts of Kim were growing on him badly. He glanced at a page of the heavy metal magazine but his eyes darted back into the kitchen at Kim. Her heavenly body tortured him. The way she moved. The way she fit into her clothing was nearly unbearable. His forehead began to perspire. His heartbeat raced. An old itch that needed to be scratched came back on him like a bad dream. The memories of him holding a few women down in the woods raping them and beating them badly afterwards flashed in his mind. Another thought of his aunt sexually molesting him when he was little came in his mind too. He hated her for what she did to him and he would have his revenge on women.
