She sold her wares in town. However, I could not allow her to tarnish my good name. So, I quickly plotted her demise. Question remained how to carry out my elaborate scheme without drawing suspicion.

I imagined knowing this woman much better than I did. But, can a man ever figure out one of the species without looking like a fool?

History says it's not going to happen. Rumor told me this had occurred for quite a while. The whole scene nauseated me so its end must rapidly manifest.

We planned a quaint candlelight dinner at our favorite restaurant on Lake Gilman. There I would carry out my sinister intentions and rid myself of this distraction.

Peking duck, a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, and a little dose of arsenic. My plan went off without a hitch.

Then the bullet from her pimp's gun deeply entered my chest.