Frank considers possibilities

Frank woke from a dreamless sleep, smiling at the happy memories of the previous day. He felt safe from his enemies, who thought him blown to hamburger in a car bombing, he had all the money he could reasonably need, and thanks to the **** had a seemingly limitless supply of **** young, and not so young pussy eager to be impaled. Not bad, he thought, not bad at all.

He showered and made a breakfast of coffee and eggs, eating them on his patio as he thought about the day ahead. He considered enjoying the favours of any of his six new bitches, and smiled at the memories of fucking them. He thought harder about expanding his little harem, and his smile grew wicked and cruel.

These naïve suburban bitches never knew what hit them, he thought. They were defenseless against someone as ruthless and cunning as he was, and like the predator he was he began to consider his next target. So far he had acted on opportunity, but being systematic about it could have some real benefits. He didn't know every family and resident on the cul de sac, but he'd observed enough to notice that many houses had a young daughter or a hot young mother to exploit.

The question was where to start.