"Hi, I'm Summer Kimball, the new secretary," she said, all killer heels and cascading blond curls. "Jeff," I replied, shaking her hand.
For the following fortnight, whenever possible, I followed Summer discretely around town.
One afternoon, she came out of the drug store and turned left down an alleyway. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for.
Forcefully grabbing her arm, I said, "I know 'what' you are." Fear erupted in her eyes.
I plunged my switchblade repeatedly into her stomach. "Damn you to hell!" she shouted.
Seconds away from death, her body took on its true, insect form.