At home I rummaged through my clothes. I hadn’t been out for a couple of months after breaking up with my boyfriend. He was into sexy clothes and th...n got insanely jealous when other guys looked at me. Finally I dumped him. Crazy bugger. He didn’t realise being peeved at turned me on. I contemplated something sexy to wear to the pub to meet Denis. I imagined he had more that pub food on his mind. But should I make it obvious I was also thinking that. I decided that a short skirt and a loose. At least he waited until our two boys had grown up and moved away. During the two years since our divorce I had moved into a second floor apartment with a balcony overlooking the ocean. There was also a decent size pool where I spent most of my free time swimming laps or working on getting an allover tan. My sex life was almost nonexistent except for another divorced woman, Glenda, who worked at the same bar I did. Once or twice a month we would get together, drink some wine, and then we would. Suddenly her nose twitched and smelled something delicious. She grabbed her two pieces of clothing off the floor in the bedroom and followed the smell. It led her straight to the kitchen where she found her sexy new lover standing over the stove preparing a meal. Being very quiet, she tiptoed up behind him and lightly licked his neck to alert him of her presence. He leaned back and kissed her full on the lips. ‘Good Morning, Sunshine,’ said Christian, finishing up the food. ‘Good Morning to. All my murders are more like suicides, or can be explained as suicides."I tell you the law is powerless. With Lupin dead, and Florence Levasseur dead, there's no one to bear witness against me. Even if they arrested me, they would have to discharge me in the end for lack of evidence. I shall be branded, execrated, hated, and cursed; my name will stink in people's nostrils, as if I were the greatest of malefactors. But I shall possess the hundred millions; and with that, pretty one, I shall.