The lovers were embraced and enjoying the depths of sexual passion. The woman was screaming from the fulfillment of her sexual desires.
When it was over, the pair kissed and fondled, and then they both lit cigarettes and took long and satisfying drags.
After an hour, the two had one more sexual engagement.
Then, after two more cigarettes, “I have to leave. You know I don’t want to, but I must. I’m married and I can’t be too late.”
As they parted, “Tomorrow?”
“Yes, God, yes.
*****
Jim Wilson walked through his front door, entered his den, and saw his quite lovely wife, Joan, sitting in a comfortable chair and reading.
Joan looked up, smiled, and said, “Hello, darling, I’ve missed you. I hate it that your work keeps you away from me for so long.”
“Me, too. And, now don’t get angry, but it will be the same tomorrow.”
“You’ve already warned me. Don’t fret, honey, I understand.” The lovely woman smiled and said, “We have steaks waiting to be cooked. I gave the cook the night off but I’ll cook them.” She smiled again and said, “I want to cook for you, at least once in a while.”
Jim said, “I’m starved. Go ahead and cook.”
After, coffee, and cigarettes, the husband and wife had a cognac and a few more cigarettes. Then, Joan smiled and said, “I’ll be right back. Give me a minute.”
Joan retuned in a rather alluring negligee and winked at Jim.
Jim looked at his wife and said, “God, you’re beautiful. But not tonight. I’m so tired and just not up to it.”
Joan pouted and said, “Please, Jim, please. I need you so much.”
“Oh, honey, you are so beautiful that it’s difficult to resist but I must.” Jim hesitated and said, “Maybe you shouldn’t have married me. I’m forty-five and you are only twenty-five. I’m just not what I used to be. I had a grueling day and I’m beat.”
Joan offered a weak smile and said, “I understand. I love you. You go to bed and I’ll be up shortly.”
*****
The next morning, Jim left before his wife awakened.
*****
Most of the morning and well into the afternoon, the passion and sexual fulfillment were as intense as the previous day.
Then, “Tomorrow is impossible and so is the weekend. Monday?”
“If we must wait, then Monday.”
*****
The evening for Jim and Joan went as did the previous evening. The only difference being that their cook prepared dinner.
The next day, Friday, Jim returned home at a much earlier hour. He seemed rested and said, “Let’s go out this evening. Go to the club, eat, drink, and dance.”
Joan beamed. “Yes, oh darling, yes. That would be wonderful.”
When the couple returned that evening, Jim suggested a night of passion and his wife was thrilled.
That weekend, they played golf and, on both evenings, they danced and dined.
On Saturday night, there was more passion. On Sunday night, there was none.
*****
It was Monday and the two hadn’t been together since Thursday. Their sexual intensity was at a great height.
After cigarettes, “We can’t continue this way.”
“Honey, I can’t get a divorce because of my pre-nuptial agreement. I don’t want us to be broke. That’s too damned much money to just throw away.”
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I’ve figured it all out. From what you told me, you will be out this evening. I’ll just have a little robbery and murder tonight.”
“That’s dangerous. My God, we could easily be caught.”
“You forget, I’m a cop.”
“That’s right. You can really do it?”
“Easy and, on top of that, I’m a sergeant of detectives in homicide. I can steer an investigation. All you have to do is leave home by eight and don’t return until after eleven. When you find the body, call the cops.”
“Is it really that easy?”
“Of course. I have an unregistered pistol, it’s called a throw away, and I also have a silencer. I can hide them for a day or two and then they will disappear.”
*****
Getting into the home was easy work for the cop. Upstairs, bang bang, dump a few things on the floor, and get the hell out.
*****
The following morning, Detective Sergeant Collins walked into the captain’s office and said, “What’s up? You know I’ve been on a late shift. Something big happen?”
“You might say that, Sergeant. Sit down and let’s talk. A prominent citizen was shot while sleeping last evening.”
“I’m not that tired, I’ll get right on it.”
The captain said, “No need for that, we need to talk about something else. It’s about your extra-curricular activities. You know, once in a while some missing narcotics. Once in a while some missing evidence against rather important criminals. That type of thing.”
“What the hell are you talking about.”
“You know exactly, so don’t be stupid. We suspected you a while back. I couldn’t have you followed by one of our guys, so a state patrolman has been tailing you for over a month. I know everything you’ve done and everywhere you’ve been for quite a while.”
“What?”
The captain sat back in his chair and said, “I know all. Don’t bother denying it. And, last night, it cost a human life but we now no longer need to wait to pin anything else on you. The patrolman saw you enter the Wilson home and he heard the muffled shots. He discovered the body but you had already escaped.”
“That’s nonsense.”
“No it isn’t. Before you came into my office, I received a call telling me that a recently-fired throw away pistol was found in your apartment. There is no doubt in my mind that it will prove to be the murder weapon.”
The detective slumped in his chair and the captain said, “Big mistake, Steve, and you did it for a woman and money. Jim Wilson was an outstanding citizen. You will, no doubt, be executed and Joan Wilson will go away for a long, long time.”
