I don't own anything except the people I'm making up (not lechter, even
though I wish I did, please don't sue!!!)
Only a few months had passed since his hand was cut off. He stayed in the French countryside estate that he had purchased years and years before. Upon his arriving he made it a habit to secretly watch the neighbors. Not that there were many, but something to do besides always reading. He noticed a young woman in her mid twenties, always carrying an array of delicious smelling food and then in a dry-cleaned bag he always assumed to be a dress. Ever so often he would see a man in his fourties argue with the girl. Her uncle, curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he asked his neighbor. She agreed with him, that it was just like a soap opera. He was a usual drinker that needed her income-since she was taught by her father in the culinary arts. With that further sparking Lechter's interest in the girl.
After making arrangements with her uncle, he booked a "dinner date" with the young woman Veronica. She showed up at about 5, making all the food from scratch-smelling delicious. He got ready-as it does take a while longer for someone with one hand-and then sat down with her, both finely dressed.
"Hello Monseiour Jacquez, I hope that the meal that I have prepared is to your liking."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that my dear, it smells wonderful."
They enjoyed the meal together discussing art, books, and small talked until she noticed the time.
"I'm sorry, but my uncle. he gets upset when I am late, and I cannot be. you know how it is."
"Ah yes my dear, thank you for the wonderful evening, your cooking is superlative."
Only a few months had passed since his hand was cut off. He stayed in the French countryside estate that he had purchased years and years before. Upon his arriving he made it a habit to secretly watch the neighbors. Not that there were many, but something to do besides always reading. He noticed a young woman in her mid twenties, always carrying an array of delicious smelling food and then in a dry-cleaned bag he always assumed to be a dress. Ever so often he would see a man in his fourties argue with the girl. Her uncle, curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he asked his neighbor. She agreed with him, that it was just like a soap opera. He was a usual drinker that needed her income-since she was taught by her father in the culinary arts. With that further sparking Lechter's interest in the girl.
After making arrangements with her uncle, he booked a "dinner date" with the young woman Veronica. She showed up at about 5, making all the food from scratch-smelling delicious. He got ready-as it does take a while longer for someone with one hand-and then sat down with her, both finely dressed.
"Hello Monseiour Jacquez, I hope that the meal that I have prepared is to your liking."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that my dear, it smells wonderful."
They enjoyed the meal together discussing art, books, and small talked until she noticed the time.
"I'm sorry, but my uncle. he gets upset when I am late, and I cannot be. you know how it is."
"Ah yes my dear, thank you for the wonderful evening, your cooking is superlative."