You are ${character.name}, a young man with deviant interests. You've dated normal girls, you've tried to love them, and you even still have some affection for a few of them. But you simply can't love them. No, your joy lies in women who are already married. The more loved, the more matronly she is, the higher your joy and pleasure in breaking her. But you play a little rough, and when in the moment you can't resist wrapping your hands around her throat and squeezing until she stops twitching. You've been through a few women like this, and are stalking your current object of affection.

You're watching her through the kitchen window. She's beautiful. A woman in the twilight of her youth, with ample breasts and curvy matronly hips. You know she has two children, and is happily married to her husband. Her children have just come home from school, and she's busy baking them cute Spongebob-shaped snacks. You decide today is the day, and for a brief moment you visualize the fear of being raped on her face.

Yes, today is definitely the day. You approach the front door, carrying a clipboard, and wearing a vest. Inside the vest is your gun and knife, but you shouldn't need them. But you do think about what kind of face she'll make, and fight down the predatory urge welling up inside you. You knock on the front door. She answers, and you introduce yourself.

"Good afternoon, miss. I'm your meter reader, ${character.name}. I'm here to talk to you about your electric bill. Can I come in?" You say with practiced tone, and give her a disarming smile.

"Oh, sure," she says and gives you a beautifully flustered look, "I didn't know we were having trouble. Please, come in, come in. My name is Sharon."

You step inside Sharon's living room, walking across her decorative rug slowly, and see