THE FOURTH IN THE PARANORMAL CRIME SERIES
Our eyes met and both of us were in trouble. Vinny spoke very sharply. “Look, I will see you tomorrow. I’ll call you in the morning.”
His voice put up a strong front, but his actions told another story, as he twisted the gold ring on his left hand.
Using the same tone of voice he continued, "I should tell Digicom that I don't want to bodyguard you when your husband is out of town. They need to find someone else. This is the last time I will do this."
He turned around to leave but just stood there for a second, motionless. The room was hot. The spirit had overtaken my virtue and loyalty. Marriage vows were forgotten and I no longer wore a wedding band.
"You
don't need to call me in the morning, if you stay with me tonight."
Turning back, Vinny passionately placed his hands on my neck, as if he were
still thinking. He moved his fingers down to my elbow and up as I watched him.
The man was in a quandary, but it was evident that pleasure ruled over
faithfulness.
With a quick movement, his arms went around me. The zipper on the back of my
dress was falling lower and lower, in slow motion, almost as if he were counting
each prong, agonizing over the decision to stay, until it could go no
further.
The spirit took over my life. At the stroke of midnight, I was riding on a strong black-horse, returning to a confederate camp in North Carolina to visit the Captain. Perhaps he will inform me on the details of his command. My grave tells the story of my deception.