Saint or sinner? Which am I? My name is Jacob Morley.
Many people aren't aware I hold another title. A few of my cronies know, as they are the same type of men. We all do it. And what, pray tell do they call me? The Hobo Strangler is the moniker or label they've stuck on me. During the morning hours we set up our day. First, we scrounge up some breakfast and tend to the present campsite. Sam, Flynn and Abraham do most of that and I often stare off into space vacantly. We might go into the closest town and do some shopping for our rations and supplies. Contrary to popular belief, we do have some acquisitions and the least of those isn't money. Between us there's a substantial amount of loot. Loot you say, what's up? Well, let me tell you a little secret or two. We don't do odd jobs and we don't collect welfare. These are proud men. As the story unfolds in our travels we've come across an unsecured farmhouse or so. Don't get me wrong! The farmer is away doing chores, or in town. He still lives there. Whether I'm alone, or the boys are along there's a break in. We help ourselves to anything that's valuable and then make ourselves scarce. One time, when I was out alone I found me a woman. She screamed bloody murder when she first saw me. I grabbed her throat with both of my grubby hands and squeezed hard. After she grew quiet, I played a little. I squeezed appealing parts of her body and ripped her clothes open. This was the most incredible experience I ever have come across. I stuck two filthy fingers up her hole in the front. She was still warm and wet. I pulled out my rock-hard phallus and pushed him into her. And, Lord on high, it didn't take long. For a while I'd forgotten about my needs and I thrust fast and furious. I ejaculated uproariously, my hot seed deep into her. When I pulled him out her little "puss" grabbed again. Unsure whether her physical reaction was rigor mortis or just a reflex action I shot hard again. Then I pushed two fingers up her ass and wriggled them about. Pulling them out I found them all covered in her feces. I smeared some across her hard nipples and all around her breasts. Following that, I placed those stinky fingers in her mouth giving her some. Of course, I couldn't resist and fed myself heartily also. I didn't waste any. Delicious. That night, as always, I read the gospel by the campfire and laid my exhausted head to rest.
