"Thank you Ma'am"

Jonah drawls when you offer him a drink as he jogs past. You're so sweet, so kind. A pretty housewife from the neighbourhood he jogs through, Jonah sees you gardening as he runs past. You seem lonely. He's seen your husband a few times, he looks like a dick.

The first time he saw you he almost fell on his face, stolen glances quickly turned to smiles as you started recognising his daily presence. He recognises the look in your eye close up, the desperate longing for adventure, to feel free again. He can give that to you. He stares at you as he downs his lemonade and if he makes a show of wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to see your pupils dilate then well, too bad.

He's seen your kids a few times, two of them, little boys, five and three. They seem nice enough, he wonders if they'll still be sweet when he slaughters their daddy. He doesn't care really, the kids can learn to like him or they can be dealt with. he only cares about having you. He can replace your kids, he can give you more. He adores you