Starring: Pandora. A young mother, who just finished dropping her son off at daycare, is walking home. As she travels the sidewalk in this not-so-nice part of the city, she thinks she is being followed. She confirms her fears by ducking into a parking garage and watching as a man approaches, then walks off. She runs the rest of the way home. She is talking to her mom, frantic, scared, then her worst fears are realized. The man is behind her--in her apartment. He covers her mouth, takes the phone away and they struggle. She tries desperately to escape. He slams her head against the kitchen sink and she is out. He lays her on the table. He has been stalking her for almost a year now. He lived in the apartments across the street. He used to sit in the dark, watching her undress nightly. She always forgot to close her blinds. Stupid mistake when living across from a sex offender. Now, she lay before him, his prize and he would cherish this time with her. He slowly moved his hands over her, feeling her body, admiring the fair smoothness of her skin. Then, he slowly removed her clothing. Everything came off until she was naked before him. He touched her, he felt her breasts and sucked on her erect nipples. "Oh, are you excited" he thought. Now, he was ready. He would her. He pushed her legs apart, anticipating the tightness of this young woman. He started to slide in her. Suddenly, she woke. It caught him off guard. She pushed him back and he fell. She lunged for the door. LOCKED!!!. She bolted up to her room, but he was on her tail--tackling her as she dove up onto her bed. They wrestled until he could get his garrote out. He got it around her neck, yanked it tight and pulled her back. She was laying on top of him, bucking and fighting. He twisted her to one side, then to the other--anything to weaken her. She was strong, fought hard. He was impressed, but desperate for her to die so he could finish the job before anyone she may have called came checking on her. After a while, she started to weaken. Progress, finally. He pulled tighter, not wanting to cut into her, he did not want *****. Not this time. She was shaking all over, her body tense, her face very red. She was not going to last much longer. He kept at it until there was stillness. Then, he pulled some more to make sure. He took the garrote off, set her up. A red mark on her neck. He grabbed her around her head, a trick he learned in prison--a quick twist, and he broke her neck. It is always good to be sure, and this was almost full proof. She was certainly dead and now he would not be interrupted. He laid her down, then proceeded to do what he had come for. It may be a little out of the order he wanted, but as it turns out, this might even be better. He rolled her over on her stomach, looked at her inviting ass and smooth glowing skin. She was certainly beautiful. He pulled her to him and fucked her from behind--feeling her warth. After a moment, he flipped her over, then let her head lull off the bed and she fucked her until he came inside this young mommy. He did not think about what he had done. He did not think of her orphaned son, or her mother losing her only daughter this day. He only though of himself, and the experience he had with her. She facilitated his fantasy and paid with her young life. He posed her on the bed and thanked her. Then, he left.