Now simple pleasures of admiring little budding roses from my littlebox bedroom.Pink bedsheets on my single bed seemed so innocent at first, surely al...ttle joke or phase with Rachel but now was a constant reminder forme. The first few nights sleep had been fitful but my wife said I wouldsettle and I had to my surprise. The single bed if anything seemedquite big now and the deep pink cotton sheet and matching duvet seemedif anything familiar and comforting. And as for those reoccurringdreams. Looking over at the young man, Sean said, “How’s it going, Sid?”Anita Huskings was over at her locker juggling her books. Sid managed to tear his eyes away from her long enough to answer, “I’m fine.”Frowning, Sean asked, “What’s up with Anita?”“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Sid asked. He wished that he had enough nerve to go over to her and give her a hand.“I suppose. Of course, Suzie is prettier,” Sean said looking over at Anita. She was rather well developed in the chest area and had legs that. The top just barely covering my panties, little puffed sleeves, tiny pearl buttons at the front. I love the feel against my skin, the softness of the silk, the coolness of it. I let my hair down. It is hanging on my shoulders now, curling softly. I feel the beat of the music. I dance out to you, moving in time with the music. You are still sipping your wine, smiling at me as I approach. I move slowly and sensually closer to you as you relax against the chair. I see you have slipped your shoes. “The condemned that you will interrogate is Lara Gojak. Her husband died due to poison. A day later she was caught when she tried to dispose of the poison of the same kind her husband was killed with - the local alchemist confirmed that he sold her the substance. She was already found guilty and will be executed for killing her husband. Your job is to get a confession out of her, to find out why has she done it. I will be in next room listening to serve as the witness. The confession isn’t.