Hearing this the devil inside me woke up and I formulated a plan. I kept the water glass on her nightstand and there were some novels below on the she...f of her nightstand. I asked for the half-girlfriend book and she bent down to take it. I was standing behind her and I was tall enough to touch the glass. I knocked it over making her top and pants wet. She looked at me angrily and I apologized to her. She sent me out of the room. I sat on her couch and started smelling n licking her dirty. I sat on my bed and began to laugh atmyself thinking how ludicrous my current thoughts were. I had every singleintention of stealing Jessica's life. A single idea that was laughable atbest and I hoped entirely possible. I got up off of my bed and kneeled downon the floor beside the bed. I reached under the bed and upon finding whatI was looking for I pulled out a dusty old box that looked long forgotten.When my grandfather had died he had left this box to me in his will.Shortly after his. ''Chance would be a fine thing!'She had never responded to any of his banter, his mild attempts at flirtation. Oh yes, she was always friendly, always happy to talk, had even sought his advice. But that's where it ended. She was married. No kids. Her husband was something in banking. She never talked about him. Sometimes he thought there was sadness about her. A kind of wistfulness.Once, he had come across her, unexpectedly, sitting with her back to him as he entered the staff-room. He could. Alex was watching YouTube on our large TV and yelled out “Hey Mom!” A few moments later he bounded into the kitchen. We chatted about school, homework, his soccer coach, and other aspects of his day. Everything seemed normal. Better even. I eventually overcame my nerves and asked, “So did the migraine pill work again?” “Mom,” he said, “it’s great! I feel so much better than with those other pills. The migraine backs off so quickly, and I sleep really well, and I wake up clear-headed.