"Sure," Max responded. "We could do the cunt. She's kind of hot. I think I'd rather take her to bed." Max looked at the sweet young thing. He knew he could break her neck. Maybe he could choke her while he was balls deep in bed with the little whore. "Fuck it, bro. She'll do in a pinch." Max sucked on the cigarette, making an O-shape with his lips and blowing circles into the night air. Max fantasized about having sex with the woman. He needed to satisfy those urges as well. He was curious about taking a life while taking her sexually. Putting the two together may just be what he was looking for. He was curious to try.<br/><br/>The sheople walking along the Street were the normal young crowd. All these young roosters strutting their stuff. They all thought they were cool. They were what every woman desired, good looks, a tight ass, taut chest and firm biceps. They had that confident smile and a sense of humor that could get them going. To Max, they were the real challenge. He didn't want to have sex with them, he wanted to fight them. He wanted them to fight back. He wanted to feel that sense of fighting for his life. He wanted to play with the fucking cheeky bastards and just when they thought they had beat him within an inch of his life, he would snap their neck or stick a knife in their stomach, or chest. Max fantasized about cutting someone's throat. Maybe  he and Robert could take one of these young bucks  and cut their throats. He heard that it took a long time, It was not as easy as they make out in the movies. He heard cutting through the tendons and small bones in the neck was tough like cutting through cords of leather. He was up to that challenge and really wanted that. Killing a chick could be fun, but what sucked was, he would rather fuck them than kill them. Maybe he could fuck one and then kill her? He would suggest that to Robert one of these days.<br/><br/>"What about one of these lads?" Max suggested to Robert. "These assholes think they are king shit. They look all prim and proper. They have their well built physiques and cheeky attitudes. I could smoke one of those cocky pricks in no time. How about doing one of them?" Max looked at his brother smoking the cigarette. Max puffed on his and waited for a response. Obviously Robert was thinking about it.<br/><br/>A Montreal Police Officer strolled by where they were standing. He was a young officer, maybe 24 years old with that short military styled hair cut they all wear. He had brown eyes and appeared to be lean. He may well have served in the Army at some point. He was handsome and confident. Max considered briefly what sort of a challenge that asshole would put up. Max had some rage to vent and he preferred it to be against someone who would fight back. But he didn't care. "Sure, bro," Max smoked the cigarette, sending another ring up into the air. "That chick would do."