Every minute of the day, every day of the week. During my masturbation sessions I pleasure myself to the thought of him. The smell of his skin. The taste of his lips. I fantasize that I’ll come home one day. The door would be unlocked. I’ll walk in. The house smells like mothballs. I would enter the kitchen. There, I then see my family. They’re butchered, their faces are nothing but a mass of flesh and blood. I can see maggots crawling in their pores. I would get an erection instantly when I see the scene. Then I see Ted. He’s squatting over them naked; he’s covered in their blood. He would smirk at me. And then I see him reach into their corpses. He tears the flesh off their bones while seductively glancing at me. I would watch him slurp up my mother’s intestines. The air is thick with the smell of blood. I climax. Satisfied, Ted would climb out the window and dash into the night.