`` just call me the killer , '' he laughed . he went straight to the door , opened it , barely looking at her but the storm door was already opening and he smelled her perfume . when she was cried out , she felt better . `` how do you want me inside of you ? 'just lean against the wall and hold the bowl out when somebody comes by . holding up the black shirt that i had tucked into a bag for the rare morning of golf , she asks , `` is this good ? '' 