Little Red Riding Hood 1/8

I realise in another world, another story I'd be reading at Mr Wilkes funeral now. Saying a few words. Pillar of the community. Salt of the Earth, five minutes of as many clichés as I can. We all knew he was a sicko. Just needed a caped crusader, someone brave to do something about it.

I'll tell you his tale. Because to be honest after you've showered and had your breakfast unless you're working in here there's fuck all to do. It's easy to get into more trouble. I want to keep my head down. Avoid it if I can.