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The police did their thing,
and Hank followed the ambulance carrying Sheila to the hospital. That's where
she told her story.
With the police present, Sheila told how Bill had invited her
for a drink the night before and served
her a drink laced with drugs. She wasn't aware that anything was wrong until
she woke up on the beach. She began
walking home where Hank found her. She allowed him to think sex with Bill was
consensual because she didn't want Hank to over react and she felt guilty, after all, she'd accepted Bill's
invitation. Now she was claiming that sex with Bill, wasn't consensual. He'd
"Why didn't you tell me the truth?"
"He threatened me. That night he came to the door. You
looked away, well, you looked at me, and he
made two silent signs. One finger against his lips signaling silence then he
sliced it across his neck. Meaning? Well, I took it as a threat. Bill made sure
I understood on the beach the next morning.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked away." Hank
kissed her on the head.
"You couldn't have known," she assured him.
"Go on. What happened next?" The police officer
asked as he wrote her words in his notebook.
"He saw Hank leave for the
store and knew I was alone. He simply walked in the back door, grabbed me from
behind, and pushed me into the bedroom. He tied me up, and raped me, this time
without drugs." Sheila wiped away her tears, and Hank pulled her close.
"It's all right. Everything will be all right. Can you continue?"
Sheila nodded and took a deep breath. "When he finished,
he untied me. I pretended to cooperate. Told him it was the best sex I'd ever had.
Then I suggested I make us a drink. Instead, I went to the kitchen for the gun
that I'd seen Hank hide in the cupboard above the refrigerator. I was only
going to use it to get Bill out of the house, but he had other ideas. He said
he'd kill me and to prove it he slapped the gun out of my hand and then walloped me hard. I followed the gun to the floor
and somehow managed to get hold of it. I didn't hesitate. I just pointed and fired.
It was the first time I'd ever held or fired a gun."
She covered her face with her hands. "I had no choice.
It was him or me."
"It's all right baby. You did well; it's all going to
work out." Hank told her as he held her in his arms. The police left them
alone after Hank assured them he'd bring Sheila to the station for a formal
statement in the morning.
The next day, Sheila was released from the hospital. Hank
took her to the police station as promised. She signed the statement but minutes
later, she was arrested for murder.
To her horror, the truth of what happened had been recorded.
In both the cabin she shared with Hank, and the night she seduced Bill in his
home after he invited her in for a drink. It clearly showed there was no rape
and that Sheila, not Bill was the aggressor!
However, the biggest surprise happened when Bill walked into
the interrogation room. He wasn't dead. It was a setup. Something Hank and his good friend had arranged together.
Sheila looked at Bill then Hank. "Why?"
"Because you killed Lydia!"
"What? No! No!" Sheila's eyes were wide, and a light sweat broke out across her brow.
"Yes, Sheila. You did. I have the proof. Remember when you
had tea in the park the day she died?"
"Yes, of course, why?"
"She'd told me that you accused her of having an affair
with Carey. She couldn't believe that you could think such a thing of her.
"But I apologized. I was wrong. We made up that day."
"Yes, and she was over the moon. She had called me before she left the parking lot that
day. She was ecstatic about your apology. She also said she wasn't feeling
well. I asked her what she'd eaten, she told me
you given her tea with a new sweetener in it. It hadn't agreed with her.
Then she was dead. Soon after, Carey was dead.
Hank had turned away from her but continued. "Carey's
mother was certain that you poisoned her
son. She was right, wasn't she?"
"Sheila just closed her eyes."
Hank continued. "The engagement ring you found in my
room. It's the ring my sister helped Carey choose for you. He told his mother
he'd decided to wait before asking you because you didn't grieve for your best
friend. Then his mother witnessed that same anger and disbelief when you didn't
grieve for her son."
Sheila didn't answer, but her gaze stayed on Hank. Almost as
though she wasn't listening to his words and simply couldn't believe that he'd
turned on her. In the hospital, he'd been so attentive, apologetic. Loving.
This man, she didn't know!
"You killed my sister, your boyfriend, most likely your
stepfather, and I'm positive that when the investigation is complete, we'll find several more dead bodies
in your count."
"How?" Sheila was dumbfounded.
I've been watching you since the death of my sister, and the
grim reaper was your constant companion. I've investigated
and worked with the police to find more answers. I had Lydia's body autopsied.
You poisoned her! You bitch! Your best friend!"
Hank walked to the corner of the room to calm his anger.
The detective in the room spoke. "Bodies were uninterred, and the truth is quickly becoming
known. In fact, several investigators are
waiting outside to talk to you. One is from New York. They found your
DNA at the scene of a murdered biker in Central Park. There's a detective from
Hawaii. Your secrets are coming to light Sheila, you won't be free for a long,
long time. If ever!"
Sheila swallowed hard. "But … I thought you loved
me." Her statement meant for Hank, seemed to hit him between the shoulder
blades like a knife. He faced her on last time.
"You were supposed to, but the truth is. I'm just a
better actor than you are. Being with you made me physically sick!"
Sheila didn't even blink.
Hank strode to the door, but before he opened it, he said, "I
hope you rot in Hell, my dear."
Hank never looked back.
Bill followed but first
said. "Uh, thanks for the great sex! Taught me a few things, yes, you
did." He smiled at the memory. "But seriously, I'll ditto what Hank
said, although Hell is probably better than you deserve."
Sheila didn't say a word. Not for the rest of that day or the
365 days since. She received several life sentences and one death sentence. She
refused all appeals.
Death will be the release from the Hell she created. At least
that's what she hopes.
Hank saw Sheila as she made her way down the beach to his side. He stopped
in his tracks to admire the view. A smile crossed his face.
"Hi handsome, can I join you?"
He pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
Sheila put everything she had into that kiss, but the muzzle
of a cold nose distracted her.
"Sorry, Duke got away from me," Bill said while fighting for breath and trying to reign
in his black lab as Hank and Sheila stepped apart.
Hank, scowled, shook his head, and took off for the ocean. He
left Sheila standing with Bill.
"Hey, I'm sorry about that. You didn't tell me you had a
"And you shouldn't have gotten me drunk!"
"Hey, no one was drunk!" He yelled to her back as
she ran to catch up with Hank.
The damage done, Hank
swam almost a mile from shore. Sheila wasn't as skilled as he was and stayed
behind. Her gaze moved from one man to the other. "Damn it; just go away,"
she bellowed as she watched Bill trudge to his cabin. An idea began forming in
her mind on how to win back her man and
rid herself of a mistake that wouldn't just go away.
After their exercise on the beach, Hank and Sheila showered
and dressed for a trip to town. Hank was in a better mood, but Sheila knew he
was still hurt by her betrayal. She suggested they buy the supplies for dinner
and that she'd do all the cooking. They returned to the cabin, and Hank excused himself to the guest room, to attend to
business. Sheila started her preparations for dinner but realized that she'd
forgotten a key ingredient.
She asked Hank for the keys to the car, but he insisted on
going so she could continue to finish her preparations. It was just what Sheila
wanted. As Hank drove away, she saw Bill on the beach and waved. He waved back
and soon was standing at the back door. He
tied Duke to the porch rail and followed Sheila into the house.
"I thought you were pissed at me," he said clearly surprised
by her invitation.
"I am, but I don't hold grudges." She kissed him
with passion as proof. "I'm really horny and Hank's punishing me."
She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.
They made love, this time,
it was rough sex. Sheila insisted. She wanted to be tied up and gave him the rope. Shocked but pleased, Bill
did as she asked, intrigued by her hunger and thrilled with the kinkiness of
it. Bruising occurred, but Sheila insisted, "The rougher, the better!"
When it was over, Bill hurried to dress. He knew Hank's trip
to town wouldn't take long, but Sheila was one hot woman. He'd just put his t-shirt on, and was pulling
up his pants when Sheila fired the gun. He fell face down on the bed, blood
spreading quickly across the crumpled white bedspread.
Sheila immediately tore her blouse, ripped her underwear, and
messed up the room a bit. She removed Bill's pants, then hit herself in the eye and cheek with a thick hardcover book. She did such a good job she fell to her knees almost blacking out.
Blood poured from the cut on her mouth that she caused. Rubbing some of it on
the inside of her thighs to help give witness to the roughness of the sex, she
positioned herself on the floor just inches from Bill's body and the gun.
Just minutes later Hank returned to find Sheila barely
conscious and Bill dead.
Sheila entered the living room
still toweling her hair dry when she noticed Hank and Bill at the door.
Hank turned. His eyes said
everything. Sheila's heart dropped to her feet, her hand covered her mouth, and
she waited for the next hammer to fall. Bill's eye's offered an apology, but Hank's eyes were full of
condemnation. Hank took the pair of pink panties from Bill, closed the door,
and handed Sheila her underwear. Then he picked up his still unpacked suitcase and left the cabin.
Sheila raced after him once
she allowed herself to take a breath. "Please, please let me
"What's to explain? You
had sex with a stranger because I was late."
Sheila cried a river of tears.
She clasped his arm with both hands and begged him. "It's … Oh, God! Please
understand. I've looked forward to this night for over a month. I've dreamed of
your touch. God, I just wanted you so bad, and I thought you wanted me. I was
angry, hurt, and drunk. I'm sorry. So very, very sorry. Please forgive me,
please. I love you."
Hank stopped seemed to be
caught off guard. He put his hands on hers to remove them from his arm, and
said, "What did you say?"
"I love you," she
whispered with hope.
Hank hung his head. Tears
filled his eyes. "I've wanted you to say that for weeks. But now, after
"You love me too?"
she said with surprise. "Oh my God! You do!"
He nodded but didn’t' say the words. Sheila knelt in front of him. Her
arms raised in supplication. "I'll do anything, anything. Just please,
please forgive me. I love you more than life itself. I'll never, ever stray
again. Please, give me another chance to prove my love, my devotion. Say you'll
Hank lifted her to her feet.
"Come on, let's go inside. We need to talk." He led her back to the
house, Sheila tight against his side, and suitcase in hand.
While Hank finished preparing
the ham and cheese omelets, Shelia washed her face and combed out her hair.
They ate in silence. Sheila reached across the table to touch Hank's hand. He
allowed the closeness, but the look of pain in his eyes said everything.
Hank shook off his distress,
stacked the dishes in the sink, then he took Sheila by the hand and led her to
the couch and a view of the sunrise.
"Talk to me. Tell me
about you. Your deepest darkest secrets. I want to understand what drove you into
another man's arms. I believe you when you say you love me. However, I won't
tolerate a cheater. Make me understand. Why should I give you another chance?"
Sheila tried. She told him
about her rough childhood, how her mother ignored her needs to fulfill her own.
She described how boyfriends had used her, cheated, and threw her away. How abusive
her father and stepfather were. She told stories that would've had the devil
crying. She even shed more tears embellishing wildly to extract Hank's feelings
of empathy. Finally, she explained her expectations for their first night
together and how deeply he'd disappointed her adding,
even more, tears to clinch the act.
Hank pulled her close.
"Thank you. It means the world to hear you share your life with me. Let's
get some rest. Tomorrow we'll enjoy the beach and talk again. Right now, I'm
"Does that mean there's a
chance for us?"
Hank kissed her softly. "A
very good chance. Now get some sleep. If we can get past this, then we've got something truly unique, and I can't walk away from that."
Sheila slept in the Master's
Suite, alone. Hank took the guest room. In the morning when she awoke, she
immediately went to Hank's room. He was already on the beach, she saw him from the window as he dove into the
waves. She turned from the window and caught a flash of light coming from the
dresser. On closer inspection, she saw the engagement ring. Still in a
It was an elaborate diamond crusted band with one large diamond
in the middle. More beautiful than she'd ever imagined an engagement ring could
be. The knowledge that he wanted to marry her astounded her.
Hank planned to propose.
Sheila was both devastated and elated. She would do her best to win back the
man of her dreams! Dressing in her sexiest bikini, she hurried to join him on
Sheila stretched. A smile
appearing almost before her eyes were open. Today was the day. She knew it,
felt it in her bones. Today she and Hank would finally consummate their
relationship. They were leaving for a long weekend trip to Myrtle Beach and a
lovely little cove with a private beach cottage and unsurpassed views of the
Atlantic. She couldn't wait to wake up to her first sunrise in his arms.
Sheila had never been happier.
More content or more confident that she'd
met the right man. The man who'd father her children, if she decided to have kids, the jury was still out on that decision. Sheila liked her
body too much to allow a pregnancy to
spoil it, but Hank was the man she wanted. Singing Barry White's "You're
the First, the Last, My Everything" she took her time getting ready. Her bags were already packed, especially her
new Victoria's Secret wardrobe. She'd bought new bras, panties, and slinky negligées
all for enticing Hank.
Although she wasn't sure what
had delayed that special moment, it hadn't
happened yet. They'd been dating for a month and while Hank's kisses alone could almost make her orgasm; he'd not gone any further than fondling her
breasts, or rubbing her ass, through her clothes. Sheila wanted more. A lot
more, but something always interrupted. Usually,
his job and some crisis only Hank could fix. Sheila tried to be patient. His
new security business was just getting off the ground,
he was so proud of it, and she didn't want to appear over anxious or slutty.
She liked the game; it was sexy and made the ultimate step even more exciting
with its unbridled anticipation.
She wished they could have
gone to the cabin together, but Hank had arranged for her to fly to South
Carolina. He'd meet her in the evening. He'd also arranged for her to have a
full day of pampering, a massage, facial, manicure, pedicure a complete
makeover, while she waited for him to arrive. Her day had been heavenly, but she was anxious to see Hank. He'd
even bought a sexy red dress for her to wear to dinner that evening. With a
building anticipation, she dressed and then paced as she waited for her prince
charming to arrive.
Instead, a phone call was all
that came. Hank had another business
crisis. She assured him of her
understanding. Starting a new business always came with headaches. He sent a
delicious lobster dinner for her to enjoy, but it tasted like cardboard. She
was alone in the most romantic place on earth and very, very unhappy.
After dinner, she took her shoes off and took a walk along the beach. The
moon was full and the night unsurpassed. Its beauty wasted on Sheila, as all
she did was simmer in disappointment and rage.
"Hey, beautiful, who stole your chill?"
A handsome stranger asked as he knelt to reign in his dog.
Sheila smiled, sort of.
"On a night like this,
yeah. I'm Bill, by the way. Have a place just over there." He pointed
rubbed his hand on his shorts and reached for her hand.
Dottie threw a birthday party like no other for her precious
daughter. Sheila appreciated the celebration
but turning 30 also depressed her. It seemed as though her mother had invited
everyone she'd ever known. With a drink in hand, she made the rounds and conversed with her guests but was quickly bored.
Sneaking away from the party, she wondered into the garden and sat alone on
the fountain's edge. Dipping her fingers
in the water, she contemplated her life, where she'd wanted to go, and how she wanted
to get there. Here she sat, alone, all
Sheila realized that what she wanted was the white picket
fence. After her desperate and bloody trail to ensure financial security, she
realized that life was moving too quickly,
and all she had to show for it was a fat bank account. Money didn't give her
the security of she sought. Sheila wanted
"Hey beautiful, long time no see."
Startled, Sheila dropped her glass of champagne into the
fountain. "Oh my gosh!" Her hand flew to her heart. "Hank?"
She squinted in the dim light. "It is you." She jumped up and
straightened her dress. "How are you?"
He immediately pulled her into a huge hug. Hank was the
brother of Sheila's best friend, Lydia, her first victim. He was a navy seal, a
man's man, and Sheila's first crush.
"Just got back from
Afghanistan. I'm good. Real good," Hank said
and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "And you?"
"I'm all right."
"Don't bullshit me, if the
birthday girl is sitting alone in the dark with the biggest party of the season
going on in her honor I doubt she's fine." He lifted her chin to see her
eyes. "Happy Birthday! You don't look a day over 21, honest. You're
Sheila snuggled close and lay her
head on his chest. His powerful arms surrounded her with warmth. It felt right.
A woodsy Aramis filled her nostrils and made her heart flutter. She'd always
had a crush on Hank, but he was five years older and never seemed to have time
for her or his sister's silliness. She desperately wanted him to kiss her but decided to play it coy. She backed out
of his arms and laughed. "Oh you know birthdays, one minute you're full of
celebration, and the next you're wondering where all those years went."
"I do." He was still
holding her hands. Their eyes locked. "What do you say we sneak out the
"Lead the way," she told
They closed the Bar and then went
to a diner for breakfast. Laughter and discussion never faltered. Hank took Sheila
home at seven in the morning but promised
to return at seven for their next date.
She watched him pull away, fingertips lightly touching her lips. The
recipient of the most amazing kiss she had ever experienced. Her happiness showed in a smile that would never fade. Sheila was in love.