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      I dont regret making any of my mistakes. Yes, you might as, "You dont regret killing him?" And my answer is, it wasn't a mistake. The man walks into my room in the hotel I was staying at.

     I was sitting on my bed drinking the mocha capaccino reading an auto-biography about a girl who was orphaned at three. I noticed him at the coffee shop peeking at me from behind his newspaper. I thought he was just another admirer. I was wearing a short little brown shirt that barely covered anything. My breast where practically shoved out the plunging neck line on my top. I wasn't a street walker or anything, I just wasn't ashamed of my body. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't conceited, just not ashamed. Well back to my story. Well i was sitting on my bed, I had had a few drinks earlier so I was ready to retire to my bed. Well that man walked in. He was handsomer than a i thought he would be.

     Well he walked down. I was startled and jumped up. He pushed me down on the bed and sat on my waist. I was somewhat intrigued but still scared. It really didn't bother me that much since I was drunk. Well he unbuttoned my blouse and revealed my breast. I guess I should be glad that I was didn't forgert my bra this time. He started rubbing my breast a lot harder than i would have liked, it hurt me. He saw the bottle of vodka on the dresser and forced me to drink it all. I hesitated, but eventually he forced it in me. By then I was so drunk, I was willing to do whatever he wanted. He basically ripped my skirt right off me. To his dismay I was wearing underwear too. He took my panties and tied my left arm to the bedpost, and he took my bra and tied my right arm to the other post. He used his socks to tie my feet to the bottom. I remeber lieing there naked, a little embarrsed. Even though I lost my virginity at 16, I never expeted rape. He made me take off his belt, with my teeth. So I don't ever want another peson to ask what happened to my two front teeth. Well he raped be right there. It hurt and I cried for a while. He through me in the shower with my clothes on to wash away any DNA he may have left.

     Well he went to the bedroom to clean up any finger prints or anything like that he might have left. I remebered in my drunkeness, the gun that I kept with me. When I was sitting in the shower I made a plan.

    I pretended like i wanted more so i told him to take off all his clothes while i got some handcuffs. Suprisingly he was content with this and sat there on the bed facing the door. So i shot and shot and shot. Kinda suprized myself with my perfecy aim. Two in the back and one in the head before he could even drop to the ground.

      I called the police, what was the point of running? My prints where everywhere. So I stayed ther and waited with a dead man on my floor. I changed into some clothes since mine where ripped up. The coroner arived with the cops and said that he died about the time I called. I was escorted out of the hotel. They asked me my name and information but I just handed them my liscence, my name was Michelle.

      Ofcourse I had to go to court and all that stuff. I stated my case, but as far as they where conscerend. I was a drunk 29 yearold woman he shot a man three times in the back with no proof of rape. I was convicted of his murder, until I was pregnant.

      I was tested and it revealed that I had gotten pregnant about that time so they lowerd the sentence to 45 years.

      I'm in prison now. My baby girl Serena sometimes visits me in a texas women's prison. I don't know what it's called. She's thirteen now. The daughter of a convicted murderer and dead rapist. Momma told me that they desided to keep her family a secret so at school everyone thinks shes an orphan. I can't wait until she graduates, gets married, has my grand children, and I get out of here to see it all.

        So ask me again do i regret killing him. And I can tell you it wasn't a mistake, it gave me Serena.