Kenny was a good-looking guy. He was very shy and a bit plump until he got into his teens. At about fifteen, he began to acquire a man’s physique, and the ‘cute kid’ look to his face morphed into one of the most handsome faces most women would ever see… and some would never forget. His face was oval, and his features were well defined, but not so sharply as to consider it ‘chiselled’. He remained shy.

He actually did not realize that not all young men had an easy time getting dates and girlfriends. Added to his personal appeal, he was wealthy as well. He drove a Cadillac sedan for utility and a Chev Corvette for fun. He was a part of a group of eighteen to twenty year olds who lived the same part of the city. The girls and guys in the group were of more or less middle class families, except for Kenny’s, which was upper middle.

Kenny married young, at the extreme urging of his mother. Kenny had an adventurous spirit, and had sought excitement in some dangerous ways. He had done some cliff climbing in Montana, wilderness camping and canoeing, sometimes in winter, and began hang-gliding in the Sierras. His mother lured him home with the gift of a perfectly restored, pearlescent white Jaguar XK120. Once home, he was carefully led to encounter his former high-school sweetheart, Bonnie.

Bonnie was the ‘nice girl’ in high school, and Kenny wanted a nice girl. He was sensitive to the thought of ‘his girl’ having sex with another boy – or girl, perhaps. Bonnie was pretty, slender, and simple. Her mother was a gentle ‘stay at home’ and her father was a handsome, shy fruit and vegetable vendor. He and his older brother learned the trade from their father, and continued the trade after the old man retired. Kenny’s car cost almost as much as Bonnie’s home, but that meant nothing to Kenny. Bonnie was the kind of nice girl he wanted.

Bonnie’s parents were terribly intimidated by the sumptuous wedding – paid for by Kenny’s parents, of course. The marriage went on as marriages often do, for seventeen years and produced two children. For the duration, Bonnie remained, as always, nice, if a bit cold toward intimacy. At the same time, Kenny’s spirit led him to seek adventure in all things. He provided well for his family, and raced cars, raced boats, and enjoyed risks.

The marriage dissolved amicably, and Kenny enjoyed a period of promiscuity very much. He had been in the marriage cage for almost two decades, and he burst out of it like a rodeo bronc, leaping from the gate. He had been lusting after a girl in the office, a temp named Brenda, in the steno pool. He began an affair with Brenda. They moved in together in a neat apartment near the water. Life was fun, and centered on lots of good sex.

Gradually, Kenny began to see the flaws in Brenda. He learned from her that she had been a stripper, and actually preferred to do that. She was just taking a break from ‘dancing’ as she called it, by taking the office job. Kenny began to notice some behaviour that looked to him like she was a sociopath. She seemed impervious to having feelings for anyone else at any time. She returned to exotic dancing.

She didn’t need the money, of course. Kenny was supporting them both in high style. She just liked to show herself because she was a severe exhibitionist. She most often ‘danced’ at a strip theatre rather than bars. She felt that in bars, she was just a bit of entertainment on the side while the folks came to talk and drink. In the theatre, the only reasons the people are there is to see the dancers. In bars, total nudity was not legal, but in the theatre, she could be totally nude and even show her private parts. Brenda liked that better.

One night, when Brenda got home, Kenny smelled another man on her. He began to work off his feelings, getting her out of his system. On another occasion, she had sex with a man that is a public figure, seen on a daily television show. She was happy to tell Kenny about it when she got home. Thereafter, she began to watch the man’s show, which she had never done before. That helped Kenny to turn off his feelings toward her. He spent two weeks finding her a cheap place to live, took her belongings to her parents’ home, and was done with her. He understood that she was a sociopath.

Kenny set off on another period of pleasurable promiscuity. He dated beautiful women, single mothers, elegant professionals, doctors and lawyers. On one occasion, Kenny was featured in a newspaper story and a television newscast. A woman had asked him to accompany her to a very grand opening of a Broadway show. She was Mrs. Carter, older than Kenny, and the widow of high society’s highest highbrow. They made the media light up, as the society lady and her arm candy.

She picked him up in her Grosser Mercedes, with George, the Danish driver, at the wheel. They arrived at the theatre amid the swarm of fashionable ladies and conservative gentlemen. As show time drew near, people began to turn toward the theatre entrance. Mrs. Carter was feeling a chill in the evening air so Kenny took her up the wide steps ahead of the others. At the top step, Kenny saw Brenda facing him. She looked bad. Her hair was multi-coloured and a tangled mess. She wore a white coat that he had bought for her, and it was stained and dirty.

“Brenda!” Kenny said. “What are you…”

Brenda took her right hand out of her coat pocket. It held a small handgun. She aimed at Kenny’s forehead. He was only a few feet from her. She pulled the trigger. He died.

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