Fantasy kill

Fantasy kill
She was working to put herself into a collage position the only one she could find was on her knees to her professor.
A woman she quickly grew tired of the degradation and the humiliation of her facial expression when she realized much too much to her own disgust he was not in love it was only lust. She opened up the coffee pot she removed the top the coffee was so hot it made steam rise up. She added in the rat poison stuff it was the extra strength version from the hardware store near where she lived. She would not get caught. She saw the man the little insane Christian man how she hated him she saw him get his coffee in a large cup and pay far too much at the counter for such as he had bought a cup of noodles to keep from hunger to make his mourning better and as she saw him later still standing up with the poison cup already dranked up she ran to the pot and pored it all out and gave thanks that her murder did not work. She yelled a rebel yell and learned again to love. Thankful to her GOD that the insane little Christian man wanted his early mourning coffee cup. How he drank it up it never even noticed him he pees it all away in mournful glee in the use of his anatomy.  For life and health come to all of us from GOD. His name is still and ever JESUS.