Over the course of 42 years, Theodore Robert Bundy would have many names and wear many masks. To his mother he was the ideal son. To political friends he was a bright young man on the way up, a rising star in the legal profession - a futrure governor, maybe, a furture senator. To his girlfriends - and there were many - he was a dream come true: tender lover, attentive companion, romantic suitor, the sort who sent flowers and love poems.

Men envied his looks and charms and easy grace. "If there was any flaw in him," a male acquaintance once said, "it was that he was almost too perfect." The description would have greatly pleased Bundy, who struggled hard to craft his image of perfection. But the truth was something very different. His image was a well-wrought lie, so finely fashioned that sometimes even he was fooled. He thought he was a genius, and he was, in fact, quite bright. But he was not smart enough, finally, to elude either the law os his own inner demons. He adopted the pose of connoisseur of the good life- choice food, fone wines, fashionable clothes. But the money that bought them was stolen, and the aura of good breeding that he affected was hard-won and tissue-thin. Even his celebrated charm was no more than a charade, a parlor trick, a useful disguise: Ted in the role of lover of a women was the emptiest pose of all.

By all evidence, what he really felt for women was a vast and bottomless rage. Ted in his mask attracted them, even enchanted them. The real Ted stalked them and abducted them, raped them, tortured them, beat them, strangled them - even tore their flesh with his teeth, like a wild beast. He desecrated their bodies< often dismembered them, sometimes discarded them for other animals - four-legged ones- to finish off. His last victim- a 12 year old child- he left to rot in a garbage-strewn hog shed. Charming Ted.

Information from Time Life Books: Serial Killers