Saturday, October 25, 2008

One Way or Another


Our heroine (if we can call her that), is in some serious trouble. It seems that what she told her partner was a business trip was actually a gambling junket to Las Vegas. She was very successful at the gaming tables there, and not just with their games of chance. A relationship, both passionate and illicit, was rapidly begun with one of her fellow gamblers, and it quickly blossomed in one of the casino's more special rooms.

However, the morning found our heroine's fellow gambler (who, oddly enough, was not a "fellow") alone in this room. Our heroine, her winnings, and a good deal of her fellow gambler's winnings had disappeared...but not without a trace. Our heroine's fellow gambler also managed the casino, and the special room they briefly shared had a very sophisticated system for discretely recording the goings-on in it. A disc with both the activities of that evening and the crimes of the early morning was sent to the emergency contact listed on our heroine's registration--that is, her partner.

This kind of behavior was nothing new to our heroine's partner, but she would tolerate it no longer. The partner had many skills, and much patience--two things that are vital to one who makes their own nitroglycerin and packs their own dynamite. A passionate homecoming disguised the partner's plans, and just the right ingredient added to our heroine's cocktail provided the opportunity to carry it out.

With our heroine now fitted with an explosive bra and gag, noosed, and precariously perched on a stool, her partner felt explanations unnecessary. Rather, she merely lit a cigarette and the fuse with the same match, kicked the stool away, and left our heroine hanging as the fuse angrily burned to its explosive ends. Satisfied that her erstwhile lover would meet her fate one way or the other, the murderous partner cooly walked to her car and drove off. Off to Vegas to meet her ex-partner's gambling companion. At a safe distance, she waited, and heard one blast, which rumbled for a moment afterward. As she drove off, a sly smile appeared on her face because not only had her dynamite worked, but her elaborate fuse work resulted in a simultaneous blast...