Murder at the Hall

Henri seemed distracted and distant. He also looked tired. He didn't lay a hand on her. He didn't kiss her. He opened the door to the suite and went to the couch and sat down. He patted the space next to him, and told her to bring the envelopes. She sat down next to him and handed them over. He took out a small pen knife. He slit the tops and shook out the contents. Each contained a cashiers check for $50,000, which was the agreed upon deposit for a 50% interest in the show. An additional line of credit for $300,000 would also be available. Henri smiled finally, a good beginning, Cher. He took her in his arms, kissed her hard. He didn't care about ruining her makeup. He dropped his trousers, reached under her dress and pulled off her thong. He wanted her immediately. Aimee protested mildly that the gown would be ruined. He laughed. No worries, ma petite. She relaxed and took him. She was surprised that he just glided in. Aimee hoped that an encore performance would be more loving and slower. My good sport, Hitch whispered. Let's talk about "Murder at the Hall." He opened up an 8 by 10 inch envelope and removed a floor plan which she recognized as her home. While she was surprised, she didn't react. Henri put his arms about her, and told her this is the plan for you to leave your past behind and spend your future with me. He took her in his arms,