|It was 6am. Rick had been
driving all night to get to Molly’s apartment before she could
leave for Paris. The streets of Philadelphia were empty as Rick
pulled up outside Molly’s building.
Rick checked with the doorman that Molly had not got back
from the nightclub and went up to her penthouse suite on the 13th
As Rick left the elevator, he heard someone else near
Molly’s door. He wondered if someone had been in Molly’s
room. She often had male ‘guests’ in her suite. He waited
silently for a moment. A man walked towards him with the biggest,
ugliest dog he had ever seen.
When he was sure the man had gone, he opened the
door with his Visa card and quietly entered the room. He could
smell Molly’s sweet perfume and smiled to himself. He had
some good memories of Molly’s soft body, leather boots and chocolate ice
Rick was sitting with his back to the door, smoking, when Molly
finally came in. He spoke without looking at her.
“Hello Molly”, said Rick, softly. “I didn’t think you would come
home from the club alone.”
She didn’t look surprised when she saw him. Someone had
told her he would be there.
“Rick, it’s good to see you” replied Molly, in her smooth, sexy voice.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“Whisky”, said Rick. “Straight, no ice.”
Molly gave Rick a glass and put on some jazz. Rick
drank the whisky quickly and stood up to take some more.
“Did you kill Fat Frankie, Molly”, asked Rick, looking in
Molly’s seductive eyes for the first time.
“Yes, but you’ll never tell anyone” she replied as Rick fell to
floor, his hand holding his stomach, the whisky glass broke under
“Ugh…..” said Rick, “The whisky…….”
“Yes”, cried Molly, “You fool! I’m going to cut you up and feed
you to Cuddles, the neighbours dog, just like I did with your
friend Fat Frankie.”
“Not so fast Molly!”, said detective Pavlovski, as he ran into
the room. “We’ve been watching you for months, and thanks to the
microphones Rick had hidden under his raincoat, we’ve got your
confession on tape. I hope you like prison food, Molly”
“Molly looked back at Rick who was still lying on
the floor. “Damn you Mansworth”, she shouted, as the police
took her away. “I hope that poison hurts like hell!”
“No way Molly!”, laughed Rick. “After 12 years of my wife’s
cooking, I can hardly feel anything!”
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