«Kiss and Kill» by Richard Deming

He had found her in a quiet bar — a sulky-mouthed, awkward, green-eyed kid trying desperately to pick up a man. He taught her how to dress, to walk, to laugh, made her into the kind of woman who makes every man reach into his pocket for hundred-dollar bills.
Looking at her now, Sam was proud of himself. He had done a good job on her.

He was almost sorry she had to die…