I may fall in love with a girl but I keep her at a distance with pertinent 
criticisms and insults to keep from being smothered by her with her oceans 
of love for me.  I like my independence and autonomy from being engulfed on 
every side by woman.  I don't like to be mothered.

I dropped Jane's name to the enemy, provoked the enemy, and the enemy killed 
Jane.  That was my hatchet job on Jane.  The enemy followed through like 
clockwork.  The enemy consisted of another girl.  Could I be blamed for what 
she did?  Not as much as she could.  So I hit two birds with one stone, the 
meek and gullible and the girl she victimized.  Whenever a girl likes me 
it's time to push her overboard.

They were all easy.  She did my dirty work for me.  I didn't have to get 
blood on my hands.  She did.  She came from high society.  She was 
impressionable and impulsive.  Was it my fault she was so easy?  People have 
provoked me before and I didn't murder their childhood sweethearts.  In fact 
that type of revenge never crossed my mind.  Why did they choose it?

She's weak and dependent.  She has neither strength nor depth of character 
to resist being absorbed.  In her glory days she exploited people for 
personal entertainment, fun and games.  If she could make a man trip she 
thought it was funny.  She prided herself for the multitude of lives she 
destroyed.  But her cobweb has been run through by the grill of a truck. 
She is powerless, defenseless.  She sacrificed her soul from gambling 
against impossible odds.

She is no one.  She is a nobody.  Neither is she the wind, nor a hurricane, 
nor the clouds or the sky.  She is finished.  She arranged the best of both 
worlds for herself, but it caught up on her and she now reaps the worst of 
both worlds.  Hell and hell.  She is stopped dead in her tracks, and I know. 
It's time I recover what is mine that she so freely took from me.  I own her 
life.  I've inherited her soul.  She answers to no one but me, and she 
doesn't deserve a single breath she takes.