Helping him out
Guy upstairs from me was murdered. I didn't see it happen but I did say hello to him on the stairs a lot - no-one had told me that he had just been to prison for having sex with one of his teenage school charges. He always seemed nice and smilingly said hi to my son also when we met him so we both thought him a good egg.

Anyhow he met someone in prison who having killed him after sex cut up his body in the bath and put the bits into different wheeliebins.

Now the interesting bit of this story was that the death was discovered by a neighbourhood watch old biddie who looking out at 4am, to the deserted streets of suburban Edinburgh as one does at that time of the morning, saw two legs sticking out of one of the large communal bins and went out to help the person who had presumably fallen into that particular pit of refuse hell.

I get a certain malsatisfaction from imagining her reaction as she pulled the two legs to find the guy was a little lighter than she expected he would be.

Moral of the story: don't be nosey. Oh and don't fuck kiddies either. But mostly don't be nosey.
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