Jennifer keptreminding me to do was not lift anything heavy like I used to. I used togo ahead and pick up boxes of copy paper and carry them to the co...ier.That didn't seem like a big deal. But now Jennifer has been telling me tostop doing this and be more "lady like". The other day, when no one was around, I tried to go ahead and carry oneof those big boxes over anyway because I was in a hurry. But it wasstrange, that box seemed heavier than usual, like my muscles were alittle weaker than they. I wasn't concentrating very well. I met all the people I planned to meet, but I couldn't seem to get any meaningful conversations started. Perhaps some rest before my talk with Howard would help settle my mind.As I lay in bed that morning, I thought about what I must do. I must convince Howard that I have given up any idea of an affair. I must make him believe that I am his exclusively and that my request the other night was nothing more than the ravings of a menopausal woman. Surely he could. I do not say more, relying on you as you may rely on me. Your friend,Albert de Morcerf.P.S.--I now believe in Italian banditti.Below these lines were written, in a strange hand, the following in Italian:--Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani, alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere.Luigi Vampa."If by six in the morning the four thousand piastres are not in my hands, by seven o'clock the Count Albert will have ceased to live."This second signature. He pulled down her dress and sucked at her dead, stiff nipples. The milk which seeped into his mouth tasted cold, sour and stale but he swallowed hungrily while fondling her face and breasts. Soon after, he shot a load of holy cum into the pretty mother not to be, activating the hidden mystical power needed for the corpse oil.After he was done, he held up the body of the dead woman causing her head to slump forward towards him. He kissed her on her long hair gently. He then pushed her head.