In every American suburbia community there are leaders, members of the community that hold an unmistakable power over their fellow neighbors and community members. Mr. Smith held that power in his own suburban community. He was highly regarded, head of the home owners association, president of the PTO, the whole nine yards. He held the power of a suburbia, mini van, white picket fence god. A king among the average citizens who regarded him as a leader. The thing was, he was a total slime ball. Just a terrible human being. And I mean creepy lady killer, pedophile,Boo Radley, Buffalo Bill type. On the inside at least.
He would hang around around the schools luring young beautiful women into his clutches. He would ride around in a white windowless van handing out candy and puppies. Which should have been a red flag, but he was a suburban god so he got away with it. Driving around in his white van he captured and took advantage of many young women. I don't mean to say that so casually but its the truth and will probably just end up as some account that students casually read in their classes years from now. One young girl in particular he coerced into the cover of his creepy white van by traveling around with a heard of adorable puppies. Under the cover of puppies he drove that poor unsuspecting girl away into the sea of housing complexes and strip malls, his power unchecked even though he was a creepy, creepy man.
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