Part of an exlusive interview dated October 2004
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Warning: The following true accounts of seduction, abduction, coercion, bullying, and intimidation may shock you. Click your browser's BACK button now and read no further if you don't truly want to get into the inner workings of a sick old perverts dirty mind - You have been warned.

Jack is 51. He has no job and no income, but does have a good savings account and a LOT of street savy. He has little to loose and that's what makes him dangerous, especially to young women walking the street or through the parks around his city. We conducted our interview directly on a a park bench in the center of town! Turns out it was only hours before he tormented his next victim...

SS: Why young innocent women?

Jack: "What? Why as why? They're the highest on my shitlist. Or should I say my hit-list? I can't stand the fuckin little hussy tramps. I'd rather ram my cock in a sheep but there aint no sheep grazing in the streets you know? These fuckin little whores, they're my grassland. They're my pasture. My body is made for fuckin these bitchy little beauty-queens. It's purely natural."

SS: How often to you approach them?

Jack: "Everyday. You're not from around here are you? Every goddamn day. This is my JOB. You see, other people are so fuckin stupid they go to some damn office or gas station or something all day, selling fruit or whatever. I say 'Not me, Butch'! While they're out yanking their dicks for a paycheck, I'm preying on sweet vine-ripened pussy in the city parks. Getting my fill before they've even got a fill of coffee!"

SS: Does this mean you have sexual intercourse each day?

Jack: "Ha ha. Well, I wish! Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. But I'll tell you, when I don't blow my wad one day I get really MAD! Mad enough that I break things and usually that's the next girl I find. Also, I don't like to call them victims, because to me they're just my FOOD. They are made for me to prey on. I only stick with younguns. 22 and under. If they have babies or strollers or husbands or any of that crap, I leave 'em for the crows. I want fresh pork. I can SMELL them coming. Jogging with their stupid little radios in their ear. Pretty bouncing boobs as they bunny-hop past the bench. Then I know who's next."

SS: How do you get them to have sex with you?

Jack: "Oh I play real sweet, like a sweet old man. You know, with flowers? [Laughs out loud] I'm fucking with you! How do I get them? Shit. I fucking force them, they don't have a choice! I go around without any underwear on most of the time. When I do an ambush, the first thing I do is say 'Hi' and flash them my cock and see them get all scared. That's one of the best parts. While they're standing there, I just reach over and grab them by the back of the neck and pull them off the path. It's as easy and catching fish. Takes me only seconds to pull their panties down too.

SS: But don't they enjoy your 'services', as you put it?

Jack: "Oh yeah, it aint the "R" word unless they don't want it. If they start having a bitch and yelling 'robber' or something, I just let 'em go without so much as a lick. Maybe a little swat on the ass. See, it's the disturbed little bitches I like. The future whores are who I want to set straight. The one's that have been mistreated by daddy and just need a little loving and respect. See, I'm misunderstood. I prefer to call myself the Casanova of the streets. I'm a loving man. I'm a kind man. I'm here to offer my services in the park or alley or backyard sometimes. Only I offer my services for free you know? I don't charge. The guy selling hotdogs, he charges good money for a damn dog. I provide love and nuturing and good sex for no money!"

SS: Do your victims, or clients, ever enjoy your service?

Jack: "Oh some do. They don't like to admit it. But they keep coming back, jogging on the same old trail. They must want me to take them into the bushes again. I got caught once after I played with a girl for three different times. One night in jail. Hot cup of coffee, warm place to sleep, and I'm back on the street again - all refreshed and ready for business. It's a good life."

SS: Is there anything you would change about your life?

Jack: "Shit. Yeah, I suppose. But not much. [Long, thoughtful pause] I'd like those prissy teenage whores to know that I'd hurt them if they feel like it. See, all I do is squeeze their neck. I don't use force or hit em or anything. If they want my dick, I give it to em straight. If they want a hand up their box or a finger up their ass I'm here to help. I don't like to muss around though. If they're gonna scream then fucking scream. That's what I tell em. Scream hard enough, I'll let you go. I'm fair. Don't just sit there and sob with your panties in a bunch waiting for me to drive it in. That just pisses off everyone. I really hate being pissed off! What would I change? Well, I'd like to dress up as Satan and drive my hot poker into a college girl sometimes, just to teach her a lesson. One time I tried. Horns and everything. But she shrieked while I laughed so I just gave her the normal treatment and left her there while I went to by some lunch. She was still shaking there when I got back. It was hard but I had to tell her that what she was doing was disrespect, after all it was my part of the park, and it would be nice if she would quit jogging this trail from now on. I didn't want to see her face no more. She hasn't been around since, so I guess she realized she was making an ass of herself and made it up to me."

SS: Any advice for young men out there? Or old men?

Jack: "Yeah, if you're young learn from the pros, the older guys who know how to make a female's body work the way it should. I'd teach lessons but then I'd have to get a license or some stupid thing probably, so I just keep to myself. Don't be stupid, don't beat em up. It's ok just to shut em up. If you feel like you're out of line, better go back to flipping hamburgers or something until you build up the skills necessary for this line of work. It's ok, it takes a long time and some effort to achieve what I have. Keep trying and whatever you do, don't go acting like some goddamn bitch. Be a man."

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