SR Murders--Chapter Three

SR Murders1

By Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons2

Chapter Three 3

The little plastic bird again struggled forth and the chimes only sang twice.4

The man slowly shook his head as if the cheap clock offended him. So pathetic and worthless, he thought, a replica of the small fragile woman whose head lay on the dinette table across from him. A soft snore came from her nostrils. What a tiny bump of a nose. Worthless. I could hack it off and no one would miss it. He fingered the knife then returned it to its holder. Michelle is killing herself, he reminded himself. “Good girl,” he said aloud and smiled.5

A bit of drool formed in the corner of her tiny mouth. He studied it intently, curious that it hung there without falling away. Rubbing the tips of his fingers together, he felt the urge to wipe it away. “No,” he chastised himself. “Michelle is doing it all. Good girl.” He got up and poured a fresh cup of coffee. He remained standing at the counter while he drank. “Michelle kept things so neat—I must tidy up.” He finished the last gulp and rinsed out and dried the cup, replacing it cupboard.6

Returning to the table he began counting the shallow breaths coming from the woman’s mouth. “One…two…three…really Michelle you are taking a rather long time to expire.” He complained in a gentle tone. “I do wish you would quicken it a bit.” With a napkin, he carefully wiped the outside of the blank prescription bottle he’d retrieved from the table. Then he pressed it into Michelle’s hand making certain both the palm and fingers gripped the surface in the proper manner. The lid was left on the table. 7

They’d discover the bottle contained Norvasc mixed with water. Michelle didn’t have high blood pressure. Oh well, when one desires death, they can find a way to do it. Michelle began to go into convulsion, her body moved of its own volition and he watched the final process as if mesmerized. She jerked, turned and collapsed on the floor. Her coffee cup crashed with her.8

“Good night forever Michelle,” he said like a gentle prayer. Reclaimed his jacket and slipped the leather gloves from the pocket to put on before he eased open the door. The hall was empty. He quietly closed the door behind him. Everything had gone as he planned. He smiled and thought, for such a worthless female Michelle made delicious coffee.9

Pleased with how perfectly the scene played out, he left the building still congratulating himself. Michelle had been easy. Some had been more difficult; but he need not dwell on them now.10

His latest possession was parked in front of a similar building a half block down the avenue. He walked proudly towards it. A beauty, he thought as he admired the expensive automobile gleaming in the early morning sun. 11

Enjoying the feel of the plush interior fabric, he eased the car into traffic. Normally, the droves of yellow taxicabs weaving in and out of lanes irritated him. Not this morning. Ah, but it was a lovely morning. A honk here; I honk there. He snickered and out loud he said, “Honk, honk.” And laughed with vigor. He headed for the George Washington Bridge and out of the city proper.12

At a little after eight, the contented fellow left the parking garage of the new high rise in a private elevator that stopped on the thirteenth floor. The thought that he lived on the thirteenth floor amused him. Many things amused him about his lifestyle especially the lady who paid this outrageous lease.13

She would still be asleep, he realized. So he was extra quiet when he opened his apartment door. He kicked his shoes off in the vestibule before he made his way to his bedroom.14

“I’m awake,” she called out. “No need to walk on tippy-toes.” Strangely her tone didn’t have it usual nasty wake-up bite.15

“I’m sorry Honey. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He paused in the hall, taken back by the open door. She’d left her door open on a weekday—that was odd. Normally, he was only invited in on a weekend when she didn’t have to report for work. “I had some proposals that couldn’t wait.”16

“For once I’m not going to lecture you on that damn twenty four seven job of yours.” She sat up. Sun light came through the window. Two pink nippled creamy breasts come up over a black silk sheet. “I’ve been laying here waiting for you.”17

Damn! He wasn’t anticipating two-way activity. Michelle was still in his mind and he would have enjoyed indulging in fantasy with her. “But it’s nearly eight thirty. You’ll be late at the office.”18

“Surprise Lover! I took the week off. I decided we aren’t spending enough time together. I get home at five thirty. You sleep until six or seven and then rush out of here.”19

“But you were tied up on that…” 20

She interrupted before he could finish. “Not this week.” She cupped her breasts in her palms. “You put in too much time at that ridiculous job. Have you got any energy left?" she asked. "Do you think you can make love to me?"21

Looking down then up at him through fluttering black lashes, she simpered, “Don’t they look lonely and positively appetizing?” She stroked her breasts and lightly pinched the nipples. 22

Her tone and body language advertised she was into her ‘Slave and Master’ routine. It was difficult for him to work up the desire to have sex with her when she was in such a mood, but he knew he had to try to please her or there would be no living it down. Shit! The time and activities required to satisfy her would leave him worn and weary. What a wasted afternoon. There would be no time for Michelle.23

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on a chair. He kicked off his socks and unbuckled his belt. His slacks pooled around his bare feet and he stepped free of them. “You want me to shower first?” 24

“Wooo I’m hot baby sooo hot. You could smell like garbage collector and it wouldn’t stop me now.” The top sheet flew off. She squirmed around on the silky blackness of the bottom one. Her perfectly tanned skin, nearly hairless body wiggled above manicured toes, a sight to drive most men to distraction.25

If she didn’t have more money than God, he thought, she’d make a fortune in prostitution. Attempting to seem enthusiastic, he moved quickly to claim the lovely body, starting with her toes, he mouthed his way up and down and up the long slender legs. Pausing now and then, to allow his hands to explore above. Tongue and lips tormented her flesh, teeth gently nibbled as she thrashed in pleasure.26