I'm so excited I've been planning this for a year and now I finally get to do it. I'm really excited, huh, I guess I should be worried about that. I mean I shouldn't be this excited about murder. But I am, I've been thinking about this for a year now and everything is almost perfect. I watch him walk out of the gym and to his car.

I start up my van and follow him. He drives around (like always) then he parks in front of his favorite bar (that he always goes to). I watch him go in then I check my wig and the color contacts in my eyes. After I'm satisfied that I look unrecognizable I head into the bar. I find him easily, he's sitting in the corner, sulking. I buy two drinks and head over to him.

"I'm not interested" he said before I can say anything.

"Me either, you just look like you needed a drink" I said putting the glass next to him and walking back to the bar. I sit and down my whisky, order a beer and wait. Five minutes later he sits next to me.

"So you just buy me an expensive glass of whiskey and walk away?" he asks. I smile to myself triumphantly.

"Well I didn't think some cheesy pick up line would work on you" I said flashing him my winning smile. He can't help but smile back.

"Smart move" he said

"You want to buy me another drink?" he asks.

"Sure" I said. We talk and flirt for a few hours.

"Hey do you wanna get outa here?" he asks me. Finally!

"My place or yours?" I ask cunningly, to my delight he says

"Yours"

Perfect. I pay for our drinks then we head outside, I need him to drive his car so no one sees us leaving together. I convince him to follow me in his car. I drive him to the construction site that I'd prepared. "You live here?" he asks

"Tonight I do" I whisper in his ear. He laughs and stupidly follows me into the half built building. I walk behind him and take the knife out of my pocket. The stupid fuck doesn't notice that anything's wrong until it's too late. When he turns around I jab the knife into his neck.

He falls down clutching it and choking. I hit the artery dead on and he bleeds out pretty quickly. Good thing there's plastic everywhere.

I roll him up in the plastic and tape it up. I dump him in my van and go back inside to inspect. I don't see any blood anywhere, I even look with the back light and spray I bought (you can get anything if you're rich enough). And I don't see a spot of blood anywhere. Pretty lucky for my first time, then again I did my research.

I change my clothes putting the dirty ones in a plastic bag along with the contacts and wig. I drive the van to the cabin I rented. After changing into some coveralls I get started, I burn the bag with my cloths and the clothes he was wearing.

After that I change him into some new cloths which isn't as easy as I thought it'd be. Then I re-wrap the body switch vans and take him back to his car. I drive around to a spot in the woods that he won't be found until I'm good and ready. Then I sit him in the driver's seat of his car. I stage it to look like he did this to himself.

I'm not stupid enough to think anybody will believe it, but it can't hurt. I kind of feel bad for the guy, but he should've noticed something was wrong. Especially since I was wearing gloves the whole time. I walk back in shoes that are two sizes too big for me. The tracks from my van are tractable but so what, it's a company van.

That van makes a hundred trips to that construction site every day. Plus I put plastic all over the van while I was moving the body. Plus I wiped it clean, and whoever else rides around tomorrow will contaminate the evidence. I'm not worried. Phase one complete now for phase two.