. What I realized after the fact is they actually all had the same problem...they were not Gwen. Gwen, on the other hand, dated a couple guys briefly ...before falling hard for a decent guy named Rob.Anyways, life went on and had been very normal, until she announced she was getting married. It shouldn’t have been a big deal as they had lived together for two years already and nothing had really changed in our relationship. We still had our weekly girls’ night, our occasional dares, our daily. She had nipples you could hang a hat on. We were the only one in the pool at the time. We played and splashed for about an hour until we were joined by a very well built Black man. Toned, ripped abs and good looking. He was wearing a pair of baggie trunks when he walked into the pool area and jumped in and swam to the other end before getting out and sitting on a lounge chair in the sun. When he climbed from the pool his wet trunks clung to his body clinging to the outline of what looked like a. I hadn’t yet found a way to earn a living from it so I was currently working part-time on a zero hours contract as a cashier with my local supermarket.“What seems to be the problem?” I asked.“It’s my wheelbarrow,” replied Keith. “Ever since it was painted it’s been possessed.”“Don’t be rude,” interjected Tansy. “Invite the man in.”“Of course, do come in. I’ll show you the wheelbarrow. It’s probably outside the kitchen door by now.”Tansy Bickford led me through their ornate, sterile house,. "How did Montague die?"Her fingers wrapped around his wrists, trying to pull them down- or pull herself up. Just take away his control."H-he didn't, um- he didn't get enough oxygen into his brain," she managed. The urge to blurt out, 'I stabbed him. I made him die, ' slowly vanished.It hadn't been a lie.Zack rattled her again. "What caused he lack of oxygen to your former owner's brain?" I-I did."Zack paused, glanced at the nails digging into his wrists, and frowned. "Drop your hands, Renee..