Detective Mark closed the door to his office and sat down with the faxed autopsy report for Martin Peter.
The external examination had revealed bruising on the right wrist. The medical examiner had found flakes of skin beneath his fingernails, signs of a struggle.
Detective Mark pushed the files over to the detective sitting next to him. "I have reasons to believe that she killed him. But we haven't concluded. I don't still understand why she will kill her husband, am still trying to wrap my head around this but we can't just charge her with murder from what we saw, the two must-have struggled with the gun."
Detective Rex nodded. "I have few questions to ask her. Maybe it can be self-defence from domestic violence or maybe it was deliberate."
"Or perhaps a sexual assault. Maybe he was trying to rape her. But what if she doesn't talk."
"We need her to talk, I'll go bring her in." Detective Rex starts for the door.
"Don't forget to get a coffee."
I had been thinking of the poem writer all the time. I wished to meet him in person. I wondered how he'd look like.The attorney general told my mom that my case is a case of murder and proceedings should follow up. My mom had to find a defence attorney for my case.Raymond Mcman the defence attorney, recommended by my mom. I was going to see him today, gosh I almost forgot.I knocked once and stepped inside the office to find a young defence attorney leaning against the desk with his back to me, going through a file. I cleared my throat. "Mr Raymond Mcman.""Vanessa." He turned his full attention to me, smiling. "Have a seat."Raymond Mcman is tall and handsome. He had the kind of face that would have the people passing on the street stop and look back twice. He looked like he was fresh out of fashion tv, I bet both women and gays wished he'd fucked them.I like my man big and I sighted a huge bulge on his trouser, he is endowed.The way he
"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you."He nodded to a chair and I sank into it.Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem.Your beauty is ecstasyGiving me intense pleasureYour beauty is eternityGazing at itself in every image of youYour beauty is heart enflamedBurning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the lessYour beauty is soul enchantedFilming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyesYour beauty is life when life unveils your faceVenessa, your beauty is garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels in flight"Your words are too beautiful for this mortal earth." I soliloquized."Do you say anything?""No." I looked up at him and kept my phone in my handbag.""So how are feeling?""I'm feeling okay.""Are you eating all righ
This morning I decided to burn all that belonged to Martin. Just then, I found a small box. I opened the box to see photos from his childhood days, but what got my attention was the white sheet of papers that I didn't pick up.It was poems. I reminisced Martin used to send me poems when we started dating, but the poems am holding doesn't possess Martin's writing and Martin is not a romantic type as I've discovered when we got married, but another possessed Martin's writing.At the end of every poem with different writing, I saw the name of the writer, Raymond Mcman.It all made sense that Raymond Mcman was the original writer from what I read,Vanessa,You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.The way you stand tall, your strength and your undying beauty amaze me.Though storm clouds hover above you, your branches span the sky.In search of the radiant sunlight, you count on to survive.When t
"How do you even know me?" "I've been crushing on you back then in high school but I couldn't confront you because you were dating someone else. You may be wondering how the poem came about, well me and your husband are cousins, I -" "Wait, you guys are cousins, and I didn't meet you on my wedding day and I've never met you while we were dating." "Yeah." "I don't even understand you, when we met yesterday, you didn't act like you knew me or told me any of this. I don't even know why I came here in the first place. Sad that you won't be my defence attorney because it seems to me that you're an obsessed psychopath. I can remember back then I felt someone was always stalking me, I was so scared then that I had to always go out with my younger siblings or my boyfriend at that time, I couldn't go out alone but yet I was kidnapped and deflowered -" "By me. I know. I was wrong and am sorry." "You're sorry, I became a whore after that incident
After the sex they had, Raymond went home and their lovemaking still played in his head - Venessa gazed at me with a serious, longing expression, reflecting it with her desire. I slid down along her body toward the final unknown territory of her body. I craved the opportunity to explore the limits of her private femininity with tenderness and adoration and there it was, obscured by just one small piece of fabric.I grasped her panties, eye-to-eye with the apex between her thighs. I began to slide them down, slowly, savoring the moment. A sharp line of hair emerged, then more after, until a soft, thin bush blossomed forth. Neatly groomed, it was not too thick, having the appearance of light brown, silky fur. I continued downward until I saw the delicate pink flesh of her labia emerge, much sparser with its finespun, gossamer hair, and already quite swollen with erotic excitement. I found myself so entranced with the exquisite lips of her naked pussy that I lost myself for a mo
Raymond kept on reminiscing the lovemaking - Venessa held my hand lovingly as she backed up to the chair and sat down on it. She lifted her legs and bowed her knees out to the side, then swept aside her long hair, narrowed her eyes, and placed one hand upon her inner thigh, opening her hips further and casting me an inviting look. She seemed to relish the expression on my face as I watched that fuzzy, fleshy opening parting wide and inviting me in to savor her sweet delicacy.At that moment, I could see just how turned on the whole experience had made her. She was resigned to what was going on and the conditions under which they were happening.She embraced what she wanted. It was this.Venessa's flushed thighs rose on either side of my head like chasm walls as I lowered toward the seclusion of her crotch. Her pussy was fragrant and moist, already glistening with abundant lubrication. There was no doubt about it, Venessa was the type of girl with a generous output.
Raymond kept on reminiscing their lovemaking - If I had to describe the expression that began to subsequently develop on her face, it would simply be the perfect distillation of joy. Her eyes were filled with silent laughter. Her mouth curled at the sides, struggling to maintain composure before it flourished into a fully realized grin that reached ear to ear. We fucked hungrily, facing each other with open hearts and obvious amusement. I grasped at her boobs as they shifted up and down her chest, excited by the movement of her body and the felicity with which she eagerly pumped her hips against mine.She reached up and touched my chest, running her hands over it, brushing her fingers through the light hair in the narrow channel between my abs. Venessa seemed as enthralled by my nipples as I was with hers. They hardened against my palms as I helped myself to those soft, jostling mounds of warm flesh. From time to time, Venessa craned her head to glance at our hips, moving with
Raymond continued reminiscing - She swung her whole body upright, arching her back and extending her chest. Venessa's hands traveled up the front of her body to cup and fondle her breasts. She delighted in pinching her nipples as she began to transition from a rolling motion to a frantic bounce. As she threw her hair back and moaned, I briefly caught a glimpse of her face. It was awash with pure, unadulterated joy. Venessa continued to spring up and down, driving my swollen cock up through the tight inner canal of her body over and over again. She began to laugh softly, letting her head bob about drunkenly. It seemed as if she was riding some sex toy for the first time, ecstatic with bliss and shock over the unexpected degree of pleasure she could coax out of the hard, protracted object that penetrated her so deeply.Venessa spun around so quickly that it caught me off guard. Her eyes immediately searched for mine until we firmly connected. With an expression of great joy, she