"I hope there is nothing going around," he responded. "Neither do I," she responded before she headed out the door for school.As soon as she was gone ...Vince called his job to tell them he would not be in today. As he was the second in command it was no big deal. He then headed to his bedroom where he donned a royal blue posing suit and then dug out the oil used before he went on stage. He began to apply it to his body. It would not be the best oil job as he usually had someone backstage to do. She had cast away the magistrate in her heart, but she’d been unable to take the last step to free herself from them. Was this it? Could she just pick up her life and run away.Thomas was her only real friend, and he knew she’d been conflicted for a long time. He never said anything, but part of their Acolyte training together had meant that they’d learned how to read each other very well. They didn’t talk about deep things often because they simply didn’t need to . There were no secrets between. Me. I wondered briefly if my young brother-in-law was as big between his legs as my first boyfriend had been.Yes, I have proof now of my hubby's infidelity. When Mr. 'screw more days longer' called yesterday, I heard a young female voice laugh, calling his name in a sexy manner. So I was madder than hell. I was a hot woman in my late twenties’ but very still attractive. I could tell from the glances I got from the horny men. To be honest I don’t know why husband was wasting time with a little. So who gave him the fatal dose, Charles? It seems simple enough." The carriage was empty so, unless someone came in, administered the poison, and exited swiftly, the dose must have been self-administered." So, he committed suicide. End of story." Not quite. The pathologist said the cyanide was in his sandwich. He ate a poisoned sandwich, so that opens up other avenues." Go on. What avenues, then?" Well, how did the poison get in the sandwich? Was it aimed at him, or did someone spike a sandwich.