ACT ONE
"I've never stepped over the threshold, I've always been on the outside looking in. A bit like my whole life really, that was until the day I ripped off her skin an wore it as my own. Then I was able to do all the things I wanted to do".
ACT TWO
I was a bit disappointed when I took Mable's skin in to be tanned and they told me that the smell was too much. It had only been a week since I ripped her skin off for my own. If I couldn't get it preserved properly then I'd have to get someone else's. I couldn't understand why no one else had skins with them, but they all looked really brown.
ACT THREE
As Mable's skin had deteriorated I thought I would go shopping for another. The Cleveland Centre seemed to be a great place to start. When I got there I was spoilt for choice.
ACT FOUR
I remember trying to get Mable's feet made into new shoes at the cobblers here.
But the cobbler, a heavy set man with three chins that even his long beard couldn't hide, wasn't having any of it.
When he started dialling 999 I had no alternative but to use the axe, the one I usually carry in my bag, on his head. The way it split down to his three chins suggested that the two hours I'd spent sharpening it was worth it. I picked my re-heeled shoes of the shelf, he'd done a really good job on them, and left. I put the closed sign up just to give me a little time to get some distance from the place.
ACT FIVE
Walking out of the shopping centre I spotted a stunning girl with an oaf of a man. I followed them for a while. On the way I heard him call her Jayne, it suited her, but she was far from plain. Her tattoo's were impressive, her red hair undercut and tied in a ponytail, perfect length to wrap around my fist.
The onion bhaji she was eating looked good, I could imagine her feeding it to me. I like my meat spicy and hoped her liking for spicy food would flavour her meat.
ACT SIX
I followed Jayne to the the solicitors, the oaf she was with talked about a pre-nup on the way. It brought back happy memories, I remembered the last dealings I had with a solicitor with fond memories. Her calves were the sweetest bits of flesh I had ever tasted, just a touch of garlic and coriander was needed.
This man didn't deserve Jayne.
ACT SEVEN
Jayne's bloke turned out to be a bus driver, they seem to share a building with the Carers Association . I wasn't fast enough to catch the door as it slammed shut so I was locked out.
I'd already decided on my next skin and wasn't going to be able to let this girl disappear. I waited for what seemed like an age before she emerged on her own.
ACT EIGHT
I followed her to a launderette and sat down beside her, she looked like she'd been crying, tear stains in her makeup.
I asked, "Are you OK".
She suggested, "take me for a drink as soon as possible, to cheer me up, or I'll put myself into a dryer. Or maybe I'll bundle you into one." and then she laughed, I laughed with her.
We went to the pub at the end of the street and spent most of the evening there, leaving whilst we could both still walk. She came back to my place and spent the night on the sofa.
ACT NINE
The next morning I woke with a massive headache, she looked as bad, her hair was all over the place, but with a swift flick and a skillful use of a hair band she'd put her hair back to the way it was when I first saw her. She was absolutely gorgeous and I'd not felt this way, since I met Janet all those years ago.
Jayne told me that she and, now, her ex were due to view an house they'd been looking at. I suggested that she still go and I'd like to go with her. Not to buy with her but just to be nosey, she agreed.
The estate agent met us outside the property's gate. She wore a pinstriped skirt and jacket, very official looking.
As we walked around Jayne whispered to me, "We could easily kill and dispose of her".
I was astounded, a girl after my own heart.
"People are just too trusting" , I whispered back.