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We're here at the grand Atlanta home of Cynthia Slayton, best -selling author of

such steamy novels as The Sex Machine, Wives and Lovers, and The Queen of Love.

Who would have thought that the writer of these torrid tales is really an old

-fashioned homebody?

Carolyn, so nice to see you. Hi.

Oh, what beautiful orchids. You certainly have a green thumb. Thank you.

My husband, Philip, and I have spent many a romantic evening in this garden.

Your husband, Philip Clayton, is also your business manager.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Philip gave up a brilliant career as a stockbroker to devote himself full -time

to me. Not many men would do that, Cynthia.

Well, Philip is one of a kind.

We'd love to meet your Philip.

Philip, come on in.

Hello, darling.

You look lovely. Thank you.

It's so nice that you could join us. Welcome to our home.

Thank you.

I'm sure there's one thing that our audience is dying to know.

Just what's it like to be married to the most glamorous novelist of our time?

Endlessly exciting.

A woman of infinite variety.

Darling, now you know the source of my love stories.

And so it's true after all.

Art does imitate life.

I could be writing on a notepad if you'd like.

Could I? idea.

You're making my job easy.

Carolyn, I have been a fan of yours for years. I'm just thrilled that you wanted

to interview me. Well, the pleasure is mine. Thank you, Evelyn.

Well, I think we're ready.

Cynthia.

Hello, Carolyn. It's so nice to see you. What a beautiful home you have. Thank

you. We've been very happy here.

There's one more thing our viewers I know are dying to find out.

Just how does a refined lady like yourself know all about the things you

about in your book?

Flaubert was once asked that same question, and he replied that an artist

lead an ordinary life in order to imagine the extraordinary.

We've enjoyed our visit with you, Cynthia.

You're every bit as charming and gracious as your heroine. Thank you.

And now to our viewers.

Good night from the home of Cynthia Slayton.

Until next time, this is Carolyn Wharton.

Thank you so much, Carol. No, thank you, Cynthia. It was fabulous.

Bye -bye. Bye.

That little lizard.

What does she mean? How do I write things? How am I supposed to answer

And you were no help. A woman of infinite variety.

What am I, a sordid nut? If you say so, darling.

Can I get you anything?

I just want to be left alone.

This whole thing has been a nightmare.

You should have seen your sister's interview.

I hear Cynthia was charming for almost an hour. That's a record. She asked me

schedule the magazine photo layout this afternoon.

You think she's up to it? We'll find out.

Hello, everyone.

Where's Cynthia?

Elizabeth, you have no idea what it was like.

The woman is a Madame Defarge of the First Order. First she was begging me to

her shabby little television show, and it's a local show, mind you. And then

tried to humiliate me.

I feel wretched.

Well, we'll just do the photo layout some other time.

Oh, you're a dream. Thank you, sweetheart.

What are you looking at? I'm not dead, just distressed.

Oh, personally, I never miss a purview or a performance.

Joanna, my pet.

Why don't you find a man who likes boring women and then get married?

beginning to wear on my nerves.

What doesn't, Cynthia?

How could you treat her that way after what she did for you?

So she took care of me for a couple of months after I had back surgery. The

surroundings aren't exactly uncomfortable.

I noticed she stayed.

She gave up a promising career for you.

She doesn't have what it takes to be a model.

And I've always treated her badly. She expects it.

Oh, dear. Is Nefertiti in here, Mrs. Slayton?

How the hell should I know?

Well, don't just stand there and go look for her.

Philip, did you get my allergy pills from the dresser? They're in the master

suite bathroom, but it's not her prescription.

An allergy's an allergy, for God's sake.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll be back in a minute.

What are you looking so anxious about?

Oh, I'm sorry, ma 'am. It's just been sort of an awkward day.

I expect my personal secretaries to be composed and efficient at all times. If

there is any falling apart to be done, I will do it.

It's all right.

None of us could get through the day without you.

Now what?

She's dead.

Hello, Miss Marge. Hi. How are you?

Julie, I have been looking all over for you.

You've got to get a phone in your car.

That's the only place I get any peace, but thrush. The Elizabeth Lyle murder?

You haven't heard about it?

No.

Don't you have a radio in your car either?

It is a great case.

Murder by mistake.

He was trying to kill his wife, Cynthia Slayton, no less.

Dave, I know Philip Slayton. Good.

That'll give you a head start.

You got the case.

I've already handled the plea and the arraignment. It's all in there. But I

can't prosecute him. He's a friend of mine. Hey, don't tell me.

Tell the boss.

He makes the assignments.

I will. Where is he? He's gone.

Till Tuesday.

Where? I don't know.

He doesn't have a phone in his car either.

Look, don't get upset.

When he gets back, just tell him you'll reassign it to somebody else.

Bye.

Julie. Hello, Philip.

You're here in your official capacity. No, no.

I'm here as a friend.

You know, I'm not a murderer.

Oh, Philip, I... I can't discuss the case.

I just came by to see if you were all right.

All I did was pick up the pills at the drugstore.

I had no idea there was anything wrong with them.

Please.

You shouldn't discuss this without your lawyer's consent.

My lawyer?

He says it's transferred intent.

What with the big insurance policy on Cynthia.

He wants me to plead guilty to a reduced charge, manslaughter.

Who's your lawyer?

Malcolm Parks.

What I need is a criminal lawyer.

Is there anybody you'd recommend?

I just couldn't possibly... But you could get a continuance.

But I'm due in taxes.

to get that honorary degree from Braddock University. Then there's the

case. I didn't even know you went to Braddock University. I didn't, but

been after me for two years to do this graduation speech, and I got tired of

saying no. Well, it's a wonderful honor, Ben. Wonderful.

But Philip Slayton is innocent.

I know it. Well, I appreciate how you feel about your friend, and I'm sure he

must be... He's got a lawyer. A lawyer who's ready to sell him out, Ben.

Damn! What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

I mean, wrong.

I'm not having my tonsils out or my wisdom teeth pulled.

How about warts?

Look, all of my electricity is out and my water isn't running.

Well, it runs a little, but mostly it just hisses.

Well, why don't you call an electrician or a plumber?

I did, just before my phone went out.

Oh, that must be my cab.

Ben, what should I do? I can't just stand by and let him get convicted.

Julie, you can still be the DA on the case. The court convenes on Monday. You

can question witnesses and you can investigate the case. And you know where

am. You can call me if I can be any help. And bye.

Thank you.

Bye. Ben, can I stay here until everything is fixed?

Thanks, pal.

Listen, if I could be of any help, you know, I've read all of Cynthia Slayton's

books.

Well... Let me put it to you this way.

If they gave college credit for Cynthia Slayton, I'd be a Ph .D.

I wish this case were a Cynthia Slayton book.

At least there'd be a happy ending.

I bailed him out.

Then you're going to stand by, Philip?

Well, my reader's expected.

Picture this.

Glamorous, best -selling author arrives at the filthiest police station you've

ever seen to bail out the husband accused of trying to murder her.

It's a fabulous scene.

Or it would have been if Philip hadn't messed up the big kiss.

Cynthia never misses a photo opportunity. She arrived with a dozen

and... flung herself at me dramatically.

And you missed my mouth completely.

Tomorrow the tabloids are going to be running a picture of Philip kissing my

earring. Well, anyway, I'm glad you're home, Philip.

Thank you.

So am I.

So, you're here to help Philip?

Yes, if I can.

Well, go ahead. Teach Philip how to impress a jury.

I think the best way to help Philip is to find out who tried to kill you.

Well, it wasn't Philip.

Murder is an act of passionate anger.

Look at him.

The best he can muster is a mild dismay.

Cynthia gets excited enough for both of us.

So you believe Philip is innocent, even though he has a substantial insurance

policy on your life?

You mean the million dollars?

Should have been 20 million or 50 million.

Philip thinks small.

Most people would consider a million dollars motive.

I'm not most people.

I'll vouch for that.

Isn't Philip your sole heir?

Yes, and I am his, although what I would inherit from Philip probably wouldn't

keep me in fake fingernail. Are you trying to convict him? I'm just asking

questions the DA is going to ask in court.

And I'm getting tired of answering them, so why don't you go talk to Evelyn and

Joanna, and I will change for lunch.

Philip, you're coming with me, so wear the blue suit.

Yes, sweetheart.

Would you mind going without me? I'm expecting a long -distance call.

It's business.

Just a minute. One more question.

Wasn't the deceased your best friend?

Elizabeth?

I'll miss her.

Of course, she had popcorn for brains, but we all adored her, didn't we,

She was a very nice woman.

Nice?

What an epitaph.

Who's Joanna?

My sister -in -law.

I believe she's having a tennis lesson.

Right to me.

Good.

Nice and easy.

There you go.

Whoa, enough, enough.

Hey, all right, all right.

Oh,

that's tricky.

Okay.

Hello, I'm Julie Martin.

Welcome to Oz.

You've met the witch?

You mean your sister, Cynthia.

Who else?

Oh.

Philip tells me you're a district attorney.

Are you prosecuting his case?

Oh, no. I'm just trying to find out what happened.

Do you know anybody who might want to kill Cynthia?

The line forms to the right and extends to Alaska.

Why is that?

She humiliates people.

She digs for their secrets and then exposes them in her books. Oh, she's

ruthless. Has she ever written about you?

Thank you. Of course.

I'm usually the, um...

loyal but boring friend of the heroine. And you resent that?

I don't take it personally.

She treats everyone badly.

Does that include Philip?

The night Elizabeth died, Philip objected to her taking Cynthia's pills,

Cynthia completely ignored him.

No, she treats him with contempt.

It sounds like Cynthia's success hasn't made her very happy.

You don't want to cross her, Miss March?

You know, I don't understand.

If Cynthia is so unpleasant, why do you still live here?

She needs me.

All of her so -called friends only love her success.

I knew her when she was nobody and... You love her.

She's my sister.

I suppose I still love her.

I just wish I liked her.

Excuse me, I'm going to take a shower.

You've got to give me more time.

There's been a murder. This place is a zoo.

Don't threaten me. I'm doing my best.

Yes, that's ten for dinner.

The duck, the pilaf, and the grilled vegetables.

Wonderful. Goodbye.

What can I do for you?

I just wanted to ask you a few questions.

I'll have to clear that with Mrs. Slayton first. Oh, she went to lunch.

You sound a little afraid of her.

I like my job, Miss March.

Is there anything else? I am late for lunch. Yes.

How do Mr.

and Mrs. Slayton get along?

That's not my place to say.

I will tell you this.

Philip Slayton deserves better.

Hello? Hello, Ben.

Oh, Julie.

I just got in.

Yeah, this is great. I'm being wined and dined, real VIP treatment.

That's just wonderful, Ben.

You sound like you're calling from the bottom of a barrel.

You didn't get one of those car phones, did you?

No, I'm at a pay phone.

What's going on?

Oh, plenty.

Philip told Cynthia he was waiting for a phone call.

And then he snuck out of the house and he went to a motel.

That's where I am right now. He just went inside.

Oh, Julie.

You better call Tyler to do that kind of stuff. You're not an investigator.

Julie?

You're not going to believe this.

The other woman in Philip's life, you know who she is?

Cynthia's sister, Joanna.

If those books Cynthia Slayton writes are anything like her real life, no

she's such a hit.

Heard from Ben?

Yes. Braddock University is treating him like royalty.

What's that?

Oh, the latest scoop.

Listen to this.

A distraught Cynthia Slayton sobs, I love my husband beyond all reason. Why

should he want to kill me?

His own wife thinks he does.

No, she doesn't. But it says right here. Yes, that is hardly a reliable source.

I'll have you know this paper has a 99 % accuracy rate, and that's in its

psychic predictions alone.

If the informer says it, it's true.

If you ever get jury duty, I'll write you an excuse.

That's very kind of you, Julie, but I've never been one to shirk my

responsibilities.

Oh, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?

Meatloaf at Templin's?

Oh, leth, thank you, but I have an errand.

Won't you come in?

If you're looking for Cynthia, she's still at the salon having everything

Yes, I know. I'm here to see Philip.

Bad news?

Julie. Hi.

We have to talk.

Just a minute. This involves you, too.

I know that you and Philip spent the afternoon at a motel.

Now, Philip, please.

I don't like this any more than you do, believe me. Then why don't you just

forget what you saw?

Because one person is already dead.

And Philip is accused of murder. I think it's time for the truth.

You're right.

The truth is that Joanna and I love each other.

I suppose that's the real reason you stay here, too.

Look, I know it's wrong. I just wanted to be near him.

Philip and I are both Cynthia's victims. That's what brought us together at

first. Unfortunately, that also gives you a motive for getting rid of her.

Julie, I don't have to kill Cynthia to be free of her.

Joanna and I will simply leave.

Without telling Cynthia?

Without telling Cynthia what?

You botched my investments?

Even worse than that.

I'm in love with another woman.

I like you, Philip.

Not only do you confess to an affair you had who knows how long ago, but you

managed to do it in front of your friend and my sister.

We'll talk later.

No.

I'm not talking about some past affair.

I love somebody now.

Cynthia, shut up, Joanna. This doesn't concern you.

Yes, it does.

We love each other.

Joanna? I'm sorry.

I'm not.

Get out, both of you. Cynthia. Get out of my house!

Philip, at least now we have a future.

Not quite.

You may have just sunk your case.

Good morning, Julie.

You look tired.

Well, vitamins.

Philip Slayton's case took a turn.

For the worse, I didn't get any sleep last night.

You shouldn't be staking out motels.

Ben called you?

Would you please let me help you with this?

Oh, Tyler, thank you. I could use the help.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, come on in, Miss Morrow.

Thank you very much, Miss March. When my office finishes with those depositions,

we'll send them right over. Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

Good morning.

Morning.

Hello. Hi.

I came by to apologize.

I've been rude to you and everybody else. I'm afraid living with Cynthia has

brought out my hostility.

Well, that's easy to understand.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Now tell me why you're really here.

I'm afraid you don't believe in Philip's innocence.

Because I found out about your affair.

I was in love with Philip for years, and he knew it.

And he never even so much as kissed me.

Until I made him realize that what he felt for Cynthia was loyalty, more than

love. You made him realize.

Philip is a wonderful man.

He's decent.

He's caring. He's honorable.

I could not stand by and watch him blame himself for a failing marriage.

You mean he thought it was his fault?

Philip is the kind of man who feels responsible for everything.

Do you believe in his innocence?

Yes. Of course I do.

That's what I needed to hear.

Thank you, Miss March. You've been very, very kind.

Thank you, too.

Joanna, when this is over, what do you plan to do?

Make Philip very happy.

Is something wrong?

No.

No, I just thought we might chat a little more freely away from Cynthia's

office. Lord knows I could use a change of scene.

Chat about what?

Well, the last time we talked, I think you were on the phone in Cynthia's

office. Yes, I remember. I was calling the caterer. That's what you said, but I

didn't believe you.

Nobody gets that upset about ducks.

All right, so I wasn't calling the caterer.

Aren't I entitled to a private life, even one that might be upsetting? Oh,

of course you are. But your lie made me a little curious, so I did some

checking, and I found out that in the past year, you've made several phone

to a Mr. Richard Lee Productions in Los Angeles, and your bank statement shows

that you've been depositing checks from the same Richard Lee.

into your personal checking account.

What's going on? I don't know what to tell you. No, you don't.

But when Philip comes to trial, both his attorney and the prosecution will have

this information.

And Philip's attorney will be more than curious about what it is you're hiding

from Cynthia and whether or not it's a motive for murder. I didn't try to

Cynthia. Then you better tell me what you're hiding.

I was selling Richard Lee copies of Cynthia's first draft.

That way, he could decide in advance whether he wanted the movie rights, and

could put in the bid first before the rights went to auction.

Richard has produced two Cynthia Slate novels as television miniseries. Let me

get this straight. You were stealing Cynthia's manuscript?

It's simpler than that.

Cynthia uses a computer, so every time she would give me a disc to edit, I

just... Send it by phone to Richard's modem in Los Angeles.

But on the phone that day, you sounded very upset.

I was.

Richard Lee was angry with me because I hadn't sent him any material lately.

Cynthia had stopped giving me her computer deck.

When? About two months ago.

She never gave me a reason, but she just won't let me near her computer.

Did she stop working?

No.

No, in fact, for weeks, she was locked in her office, pounding on her computer

day and night.

I wonder what she was writing.

So does Richard Lee.

I tried to sneak the material out of her computer, but she has a secret access

code I can't crack.

To all who may read these letters, Greedy.

That Benjamin Matlock, that's written in.

Esquire has been awarded the degree of doctor of law.

That part's printed.

And then the date and the signature and all.

And I'm going to put it on the wall next to the speckled travel.

Oh, Ben, that's great.

Listen. That's not all. That's not all. The Braddock University Law Department

wants to name a chair after me.

A chair, yeah, a chair in philosophy of law.

Of all things. Isn't that something?

Oh, that's fabulous.

And well deserved, too. Congratulations.

Listen, Ben.

What's that you were saying about Cynthia Slayton's new book?

I was saying that she's hiding it in her computer. Now, this is just a hunch,

but I think Cynthia's hidden material has everything to do with this case.

And I certainly can't break and enter her computer.

No. No, you can't.

But, hey, you know what?

The coast is clear. I'll see you later. Good luck.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

Don't worry, I'll get it.

All right, let's try one more.

Jackpot.

Sounds like Cynthia's car.

Did she see you? Just missed me.

Good. Where is it? I didn't have time to make a copy. Oh.

So I sent it over to Modem to Ben's office. It's waiting for us there.

Tyler, you're the best.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

I'm back.

Ben. Oh, I didn't mean to scare you. What are you doing here? I thought you

speaking tomorrow in Texas.

I canceled.

Why?

You know why they wanted to give me that honorary degree?

They think you're a great lawyer.

They think I'm a rich lawyer.

And that Benjamin Matlock chair of law they were going to endow, I was going to

endow. They were going to be the endowee, so to hell with them. I left.

Endowed my own chair.

How have they been going?

Take a look.

I was right about Philip.

Did you tell him? I sure did.

He fired his lawyer.

Oh.

Am I too late?

Mrs. Slate.

Please tell the court what happened when Elizabeth Lyle was exposed to your cat.

She began to sneeze. She couldn't seem to stop, so I suggested that she take

of my allergy capsules.

Phillip had just brought a new bottle home.

What happened next?

She went upstairs.

A moment later, there was a crash.

We all ran to the master bath and found that Beth was dead.

Mrs. Clayton, those pills your husband brought home were prescribed for you,

weren't they?

Yes, I have chronic allergies.

Mm -hmm. How often do you take them?

Twice a day, once in the morning, and one before bed.

So if Elizabeth Lyle hadn't taken the first capsule from that new bottle, you

would have taken it before you went to bed that night, wouldn't you?

Yes. And you would have died in your sleep. In all likelihood, it would have

been ascribed to natural causes.

Objection. The woman died instantaneously when she took the pill.

Hawkins said that Mrs. Slayton would have died in her sleep. That's

Withdraw the question.

Mrs. Clayton, if you were to die, who are your beneficiaries?

My husband gets everything.

He'd be richer than he ever dreamed.

There's a million -dollar life insurance policy and an estate worth well over

$20 million.

He and my loving sister could live happily ever after.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Mr. Madlock.

Thank you.

Miss Slayton, you are one of the most

popular novelists writing in America today.

In the last several years, all of your books have been way at the top of the

bestsellerness, haven't they?

I've been very fortunate.

Yeah, and they've made a lot of them into movies and miniseries, haven't

Yes, I have.

But you haven't had a new book in some time.

That's right.

A dry spell?

Well, there are times when a writer feels more productive than others. I'd

was replenishing myself.

Objection. Your Honor, I fail to see the relevancy of Mrs. Slayton's writing

career. Your Honor, the only thing we know about this woman is her writing

career. I gotta start somewhere. Sit down, David. Mr. Badlock, I'll tell Mr.

Hawkins when to sit.

Yes, sir.

Overruled. Proceed.

Thank you.

I heard that about three months ago you started a new novel.

Yes, I did.

Well, when will we see it published?

Well, you won't. I abandoned the idea.

Why? Well, sometimes an idea works out, sometimes not.

It's that simple.

Oh. Well, would you tell the court?

What was it about?

Well, it was about a rather glamorous and very successful woman.

Not unlike yourself.

I suppose.

And what happened?

Well, I only wrote three chapters.

Miss Lane, tell us, where do you get the ideas for your novels?

Reality, imagination, one would hope, a little talent.

Sometimes.

You get an idea from a real person in a real situation and then enlarge on it?

I couldn't have put it better myself.

Thank you.

I have a little collection of some of your reviews.

I'm not what you'd call the darling of the critics.

No, no, you're not. But some of them like your stories.

Now, here, for instance, from the New York Journal.

Quote, Miss Slayton's story is a finely crafted work, end quote.

So you do a lot of work on the story. You spend a lot of time on the story.

The story's everything.

Your Honor, we have followed Mr. Matlock down this tortured path and seem to be

back where we started, which, as far as I can tell, is nowhere.

Your Honor, Mr.

Hawkins is on his feet again.

Mr. Matlock. If he wants to stretch, that's okay, but he doesn't have to talk

while he does it. I'm warning you.

Your Honor, this will only take a few more minutes, if I might continue.

You're trying my patience, too, Mr. Madlock.

But proceed.

Thank you.

Thank you.

When you write a novel, do you start with an outline?

Oh, yes.

Sometimes the outline is 60, 70 pages long.

I can't start a novel until I know where it's going to wind up.

Do you ever get stuck?

All the time.

What do you do when you get stuck?

I spend a lot of time looking out windows and staring at walls.

Do you ever go talk to anybody about it? Sometimes.

Have you ever been to see a woman named Catherine Scott and talked to her about

it? Yes, I have. In fact, the last time you went to talk to

Catherine Scott was the day...

you decided to abandon the book, wasn't it?

I believe so, yes.

Miss Scott is in the courtroom, and she is prepared to testify that

the heroine in your book, glamorous, successful, not unlike yourself,

believed her husband was having an affair with her best friend.

Is that right?

It's been a while since I worked on the story.

Well, now, I can call Miss Scott to the stand.

Yes, that's what it was about.

And so your heroine decided to take revenge on her

husband and her best friend.

Yes. Well, that sounds like a good story. Why'd you stop?

As I said, the story didn't work for me.

Or...

Maybe it worked too well.

Like your heroine, you believed your husband was having

an affair with your best friend, Elizabeth Lyle. And that's why you

writing the book, because you planned to take revenge in real life.

I don't have to listen to these unfounded accusations.

Okay, let's substantiate them.

Now, all along, we believed those poison capsules were meant for you.

And that somehow, Elizabeth got one of them by mistake.

But that's not really what happened, is it?

Who let the cat into the room to trigger Elizabeth's allergic reaction?

I didn't know the cat was there.

I believe you knew the cat was there. I believe you brought... the cat there.

That is not true.

Are these the capsules your

husband picked up for you?

Yes. And when she started having her allergic reaction and sneezing, you told

her to take one of these capsules, didn't you?

Yes, but that is perfectly logical. I didn't know the capsules were poisoned.

Who's your allergist?

Dr. Cooper. Dr. Cooper.

And who... Who is Dr.

Maltz?

I don't know. I have a prescription here in your name from Dr.

Maltz.

Now, you have to listen very carefully because this is very complicated.

I suppose that's the way writers think.

These are the capsules that your husband picked up from Dr. Cooper.

This is a prescription that she picked up herself from Dr.

Moss just a day before Elizabeth died.

You had to poison all the capsules in this bottle to be sure.

That whichever capsule Elizabeth got, it would do her in. But you needed

medication yourself. So she went to a doctor she had never been to before and

had the prescription filled by a druggist she didn't know.

That doesn't prove anything.

Yes, it does.

Yes, it does.

It proves that you knew.

These capsules were poisoned, and the only reason you could have known they

poisoned is because you poisoned them yourself.

You let the cat in to trigger her allergic reaction, and when Elizabeth

to sneeze, you told her to take one of these capsules, knowing what the

consequence would be.

Oh, it was perfect.

It was perfect. It was like a page out of one of your books.

Great.

But you killed the wrong person.

Your husband wasn't having an affair with Elizabeth Lyle.

He was having an affair with your very own sister.

Isn't it a shame?

She killed the wrong person.

Nothing further.

At this time, Your Honor, the state would like to dismiss all charges

the defendant.

Good idea.

Case dismissed.

Court is adjourned.

David.

I was just a little devil, and I think you look nice when you stand up.

Thank you.

Thank you both very much.

Jessica dropped her robe and stood naked in front of the mirror. She

contemplated her nude body for a long time.

She was still firm.

Still desirable.

Many men had told her so. Then how could this be happening to her?

Could I say something?

Hush!

I'm sorry I wasn't here, but this case couldn't have been handled any better.

Thank you. Are you going to let her read?

And if you ever decide to change sides, let me know.

Are you through?

Well... Then sit down.

Go on.

She could imagine Donald cheating on her, though the thought was like a knife

her flesh.

But it had to be true. The two of them laughing at her as they shared each

other's bodies in secret. The smutty images exploded in Jessica's mind. Her

flesh quivered as she threw her cut crystal tumbler against the wall. The

dribbled down the silk wall, covering like tears.