Imagine if you will, dear listener, a handsome clean-cut man sitting in his neat and spartan home office. He is wearing jogging clothes and a hooded jumper. Copious amounts of sweat is on his face, most of starting to dry up leaving white salt-stains. The man is grinning to himself and he has a raging erection. He has just finished masturbating, his third round this same day and now he is typing. I am course, dear listener, talking about Colonel Russell Williams.
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