Mrs Clarke shook her head. “At this time I can’t tell you. But just know it is almost absolute proof.“Only almost?” I asked.“A real slime-ba...g weasel of a lawyer could probably get a jury to be uncertain enough to have to find him not guilty. The evidence we have, could be viewed by some as at least partially circumstantial, and that could be enough to get him off. More than that I’m not saying. You people absolutely do not need to know.”“Oh. Okay. Um, the wedding?”“Sandra’s parents are. Then she asked me about Microsoft office and excel as she was commerce student .so i asked her to practice typing and work on excel sheets.so i made her busy with that .Now my mami sitting besides me and i was watching her with full body. After some time she was bored and asked me to play some movie.i played some movie but still she sat besides me and started watching the screen.As the sun light was reflecting on the screen i closed the curtains and sat more close to my mami.Now the game. I know right where it went. Oh yeah." She squeezed my shoulder as everyone continued to stare at her. "I hope you don't have plans for tonight," she whispered."Brian, are you able to do this? I'll give you a pass on it. I know you're under a lot of stress and grief. This is a powerful poem. If you aren't up to it, I'll withdraw you from the competition." I thought I'd done a pretty good job interpreting the poem I'd chosen. Like the others, it had arrived in the mail, this time postmarked. My wife at the time was pretty straight laced and to my knowledge, did not fuck around when I was away on cruises at sea. Not that I didn’t encourage her to do that. She loved to fuck, but insisted she could always wait for me to fuck her when I got home.Well, the inevitable happened and she caught me fucking another woman. We split up, no divorce, just a separation. While we were separated, I visited her a lot while trying to patch things up. One Saturday morning about 11am I went to her.