I wrote poetry and a song to my friend trying to express my feelings. Both were clumsy, rather futile attempts to express what was going on in my hear.... It seemed that I was living with the wrong person and locked in to a relationship about which I could do nothing. A side effect was that my wife and I began to have some of those private problems that seem too insignificant now to mention, but were used at the time to justify actions that would become very significant and which would escalate. She nodded and went to work while I dialed for authorisation, something like this could backfire so I wanted to be sure I wouldn't be blamed if it did. Standard arse covering techniques but much needed as in this case I wouldn't be fired I'd be found swinging from a lamppost with bits of my anatomy cut out, probably by the hand of the lovely Five."Barry this is Dave," I said into the phone, neither were real names just convenient nondescript names close to our code numbers. Traffic using code. I did a little profiling of my own," Susan said. "A white male, professional something or other, in his mid thirties, probably has a wife and family. Most likely is looked up upon by his family, neighbors, associates, and others. No one will believe he is the one who is killing all of these young women. He is like any serial killer and takes something from these dead bodies. This one is ear rings. He probably keeps them in a safe place where no one can find them. I think he's a bit frustrated. Two HR managers quit. Stock went up by 2% today on heavy trading, but the October swoon is usually next week toward the end of October.” It was sent from Bob Jaxson.The ladies reached the table. Roger pulled out the chair for Donna and I did the same for my gorgeous wife. I handed Jill my phone for her to read the text. Her eyes got huge. She leaned into me and kissed me passionately. She whispered in my ear low enough, that Roger and Donna wouldn’t hear.“Darling, Roger fucked Donna’s brains.