I’d like to thank Randi and SOL for this opportunity to write something outside my normal oeuvre.

I thank Randi for her skilful editing. However, any subsequent errors are mine and I demand the right to claim any such errors as my own! And The Hammersmith Nude Murders aka Jack the Stripper was a real case. The murder weapon was as described in this story. The case was never solved.

Danny Flavian was going to die, and it was all his own fault. Not that he actually accepted this fact, but just because someone doesn’t accept something doesn’t mean that it isn’t so.

Danny Flavian was 36. He was from a very wealthy family, he had attended private schools and had attended one of the country’s top Ivy League universities. His entry had been eased, in part, by financial donations from his father.

Many people had heard of his father, Antares Flavian. He had gained much notoriety and fame by becoming America’s first Atheistic televangelist.

He had his studio set out in mockery of the standard televisual churches, he had a large mixed-sex choir who would sing nonsense word songs in mockery of Gospel choirs and he would preach what he described as “fatuity, gibberish and gobbledygook” under the title of his show: “Atheism Now, Today.”

He had hilariously funny parodies of fund-raising drives, often featuring some hot-shot atheists whom he had managed to convince to appear on his show.

Although they were intended, on the face of it, to be raillery and to act as a mockery against the fund raising drives employed by many genuine televangelists, Flavian’s fundraising drives actually did generate a large and substantial income for him. He made multiple Millions of Dollars a year, with more income coming in from the sale of DVDs, books, t-shirts, etc.

In fact, to some atheists “Flavian” became a hissword, as they felt he should not have been making money on his fellow atheists in that way. One atheist even went so far as to say in an interview: “At least with a genuine televangelist, the guy gives his marks, his dupes if you will, a sense of something better for them in the future, an afterlife. All Flavian does is sell them the sizzle, but doesn’t give them even a lick of the damn sausage!”

After Danny left university with a degree in business management, he went to work as an administration assistant for his father’s company. One day when he was sat wasting time he realised that the name of his father’s holding company, Ice Sweatshirts was an anagram of “I screw atheists.”

He grew to realise that his father was probably even worse than many of the televangelists he was guying, as some of them believed what they were preaching. His father really was only in it for the money, and was treating his fellow atheists as a flock of fools to be fleeced.

Danny’s discovery made his attitude toward life and humanity take a hit at that point, but that still didn’t stop Danny from enjoying the fruits of what he began to see as his father’s ill-gotten gains. His mother seemed to float above it all in a fog of pink gin.

Danny was also an atheist, but there was a dangerous difference between Danny and his father. Whilst Antares Flavian had no religious belief, Danny Flavian believed in nothing.

In short, he was a moral nihilist. He believed that nothing is ever right or wrong, that nothing could be morally right or wrong. He did believe in one overriding credo, that the only “wrong” thing was if one were to get caught.

The first time it happened, it was an accident, but each time thereafter it was a deliberate and coldblooded act.

He was in a large city in Mid-West America, scoping out some potential venues for a speaking tour for his father, when he felt the need for some female companionship. He used a shady hook-up site which was only one step removed from the so-called Dark Web. Shit, maybe it was actually a part of the Dark Web?

He decided that he wanted the woman he hired to perform fellatio on him, they agreed a price and he told her to meet him in his apartment hotel that wasn’t far from the river that flowed through the city.

Although it was something that he had never given a great deal of thought to, Danny’s penis was longer than average, but, the key point to remember was that it was exceptionally wide, also.

Thirty minutes after she arrived, Danny was enjoying giving her mouth a good fucking as he came down her throat. Half an hour after that, he was disposing of her corpse in the fast flowing river at the rear of the apartment building.

It was crazy, one moment she was alive, the next moment she was dead, choked to death on his incredibly thick penis.

Danny had once wondered what it would be like to kill someone; now he knew.

To his surprise, he had enjoyed the experience very much indeed.

It had been an accident, that first time, but as he watched her corpse disappear from view in the turbulent waters of the river, he came to realise that the sexual release he had felt had only been a fairly minor component of the powerful visceral emotions that he had felt as he realised that he had inadvertently killed the young (well, youngish, to be honest) prostitute, choking her on his own penis.

He had taken her life and he had realised that it had been the most thrilling event in his entire life, to that point.

He also realised that he would do it again. Correction! He realised that he would have to do it again, that he must do it again.

After the tenth such murder, police forces across the USA began to realise that they had a serial sex killer on their hands, and the FBI’s top forensic psychologist was called in to offer his expertise.

He addressed the representatives of over a dozen different law enforcement agencies that covered the areas where corpses had been found.

“Folks, this reminds me of a classic case from the annals of sexual crime murders. Back in Britain in the late 1950s and into the mid-1960s, a murderer stalked prostitutes in parts of London.

“The case was known to police officers in the Met as The Hammersmith Nude Murders and to the British press as Jack the Stripper, from his habit of leaving his victim’s bodies naked.

“They had several suspects, but they were never able to pin it on any one particular culprit. Due to the main culprit being found dead.

“However, having given the matter some thought I have concluded that if similar murders took place in modern Britain, or in the United States, police officers would be able to identify and capture the killer due to major advances in the forensic sciences, in particular, in the field of DNA analysis.

“We know that each of the ten victims we have identified so far were killed by the same man. The reason I say “the ten victims we have identified so far’ is because it’s not impossible that our killer may have murdered any number of other victims. We just don’t know at this time.

Fortunately, our killer is either very stupid or extremely arrogant as he made no effort to hide his DNA.

“Thankfully, as a result, we are very close to identifying our suspect.