Eternally Death Row

Jeff Miller was everyone’s new drama scene in the newspaper and on television. He was the creep that they caught who molested and killed three little girls in upstate Illinois. It took the police and detectives four long grueling years to catch him. Every time they would get close he would evade them and kill again.

This story touched the lives of everyone and in every community while the police searched for him. It got so close to home for many that people began to get involved in the search. Soon, half the state was involved in the manhunt looking for this man to put him away so that the killing of innocent little girls would stop.

They were random killings that made it difficult for the police to catch him. They could not put two and two together because they were not connected in any way except that it was molesting and killing little girls. That was the only thing that was the same in each case.

Jeff Miller was so smart that he would always cover his tracks. He wore gloves that only left traces of latex powder behind and presumably used condoms because there was no semen or bodily fluids, only lubrication that you would find on condoms. It almost seemed like he wore a body suit because there was never any trace of clothing fibers or hair left on any of the victims. Each victim was brutally beaten, molested, and left in shallow ditches on the side of roads. It was a senseless crime and the man needed to be stopped.

By the time the manhunt began, there were five counties involved and every use of manpower there was. Rewards had been posted and soon it made the national scene. People all over the country got involved and kept their eyes open for the suspect in case he made his way to another state.

He finally got caught when someone driving down the road noticed a vehicle on the side of the road and a man pulling something from his truck and throwing it into the nearby ditch. The passerby caught the license plate and called nine-one-one to report it. Soon the local police had the vehicle pulled over and was running the driver information of Jeff Miller.

The police officer had no knowledge that he was running the killer everyone was looking for. After getting clearance on his driver license, the officer was about to let him go when over the radio came the information about a particular vehicle dumping something in a nearby ditch off of road eighty-one. The vehicle description matched the one he had pulled over and it brought about suspicion of the driver.

When the police officer turned to question Jeff Miller, he was met face to face with a nine millimeter. The trigger was pulled and the officer was shot twice in the face. Once the officer fell from his vehicle, Jeff Miller sped off in his vehicle. Now he was a wanted man for killing a police officer which now gave him a different M.O or modus operandi. He was not just known for the molestation and killing of little girls anymore, now he was a cop killer.

He was pursued across two states before being caught. He was taken into custody in a small town in Ohio and awaited extradition back to Illinois. Jeff Miller was a sex offender and child molester and that was not going to ride in county jail or prison, so he was placed into protective custody even when he was taken back to Illinois for his trial. They wanted him to live long enough to stand trial to give the families of those little girls and the family of the officer he killed some closure.

While he was taken back to Illinois, the officer’s transporting him made a detour to a secluded dirt road off of the highway where they proceeded to beat the hell out of him for his crimes. They brutally beat him like he did those little girls and took out revenge for the killing of a fellow officer. By the time he arrived at the county jail of his jurisdiction he could hardly walk and was not even taken to medical for treatment.

Jeff Miller was thrown into a cold cell to wait for his day in court. People surrounded outside the county jail protesting and demanding the death penalty. Each person was holding a picture of one of the little girls he molested and killed. Some even had a picture of the officer he killed. The crowd demanded justice for those families. Justice is what they were going to get.

He would find himself unable to sleep at night in his cell because of the shouting and yelling of threats and obscenities from other inmates. The officers made sure everyone in the jail knew what he did so that he would not get a nights rest.

He sat in jail for about two weeks before his first court appearance in front of a judge. The courtroom was open to the public so that everyone could hear that the judge was disgusted by the sight of him and denied him any type of bail. Once the judge denied him bail the whole courtroom went into an uproar of approval.

He was taken back to his cell after seeing the judge and still had to listen to every inmate torment him. At night, some of the correctional officers who were close to the officer he killed and disgusted by what he did to those little girls, would let a couple of hardcore inmates into his cell where they repeatedly raped and beat him. All of the other inmates would shout to those inmates to get him good.

Once he was healed up from the encounter, they would do it again. Jeff Miller was tormented and abused his whole time incarcerated except for a few days before his next court hearing. They wanted him to look presentable for the judge even though it might not have mattered to the judge.

His next court appearance was his plea hearing where he could plead guilty or not guilty. At this point, everyone would have expected him to plead guilty so that he could receive his sentence and be transported to prison, but he replied to the judge with a “not guilty” plea which again caused havoc in the courtroom. The judge did not seem to want to accept his plea but by law, he had to. So, a trial date was set and would be open to the public also.

Through his torment, Jeff Miller sat in the county jail while awaiting his trial date. It took almost eight months before that day came. Shackled at his hands and feet with a chain connecting both to his waist, he walked into a boisterous courtroom. As he walked inside and led over to the table where his attorney was waiting, the courtroom began to settle down. He quietly sat down with his attorney as a few derogatory shouts were made at him.

Then, the jury came inside to take their places in the juror box. Each one gave Jeff Miller a nasty and disgusting look. Everyone knew that this trial would not take long and expected the death penalty but they would have to wait and see.

Soon the judge came in and the courtroom went completely quiet. He quickly went to his chair and sat quietly looking over the files to the case. Once or twice he looked up and over at the defendant. Then, he asked the attorneys to begin their opening statements. As the state made their opening argument, you could see that everyone was listening to every word, but when the defendant’s attorney stood the obscenities from the crowd rang out.

Over the course of seven weeks, the trial finally drew to a close. All that remained were the closing arguments, the jury’s decision, and the sentence imposed. It took two days for the closing arguments to finish and then it was a waiting game for the jury to debate. Everyone from the defendant, the audience, the attorney’s, and the judge sat by waiting for the decision of the jury.

What should have been sooner, it took the jury four whole days to debate before reaching their decision. As they each walked into the courtroom, you could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet. They found their seats and the judge asked the jury foreman if they made a decision. The jury foreman stood up and answered the judge with a “yes, your honor” before unfolding a piece of paper in his hands.

The judge then asked the jury foreman as to what their decision would be? With the courtroom quiet, the jury foreman looked down at the piece of paper and announced that they found the defendant “guilty” and that’s when the courtroom went into loud approvals and clapping. The judge then had the courtroom made quiet by the bailiffs before the jury foreman also informed the judge that they had a recommended sentence for the defendant.

This being an abnormal request, the judge allowed the foreman to speak their recommendation. Everyone was on the edge of their seat waiting for this recommendation by the jury. As the foreman began to speak, the courtroom was very quiet. The foreman announced their recommendation as a sentence of death but that the defendant would remain on death row until his natural death. But also that the defendant would be castrated with the complete removal of his scrotum and all of its contents.

The audience went into joyful hysterics as they were pleased with the recommendation. The judge hearing this recommendation then looked over at the defendant and asked him to stand for his sentencing. As the defendant and his attorney stood, the judge began telling him how disgusted he was to have him in his courtroom and that he was appalled by his crimes.

Jeff Miller’s attorney began to interrupt the judge with words of mercy before being told to stand down while he passes sentence. The defendant stood there staring directly at the judge when he heard the words that he would spend the rest of his natural life on death row and that upon arrival to the state penitentiary, he would be sent directly to the medical facility for the surgical removal of his scrotum and all of its contents.

With that sentence placed upon him, the courtroom stood to applaud the judgment imposed on the defendant. He was then escorted by correctional officers out of the courtroom and taken to a van waiting outside which would transport him to the state penitentiary as soon as possible.

Upon arriving at the penitentiary, Jeff Miller was escorted directly to the medical facility where he was met by a medical staff that had been watching the trial and heard the sentence imposed. They were ready for him. They placed him shackled on the operating table and began cutting his clothing from his body exposing him to the televised camera that was in place so that the whole world could see his sentence imposed.

Once he was naked, they gave him a topical anesthesia because they wanted him awake while the surgery was performed. They split the table in the bottom half that would spread his legs apart. As everyone watched all around the world, Jeff Miller’s scrotum was removed and he was irreversibly castrated. He was awake to watch the medical staff cut and remove his scrotum and was shown them before they were thrown into the trash.

Once they were done and he was sewn up, they placed a pair of female panties on him to hold the dressings in place. He was placed in the medical wing for a couple days of recovery before being escorted over to the death row building. There he was placed in a one-man cell and that would be where he spends the rest of his natural life.

The correctional officers let his wound heal for a few weeks before imposing punishment on him. Every day, they would allow one other inmate in his cell to brutally rape him and beat him and this would be his punishment. He would not be allowed to forget what he had done to those little girls for the rest of his life. He would suffer torment through his natural life and then he would go to a place called eternal death row. Justice was served.

 

 

Leslie’s Betrayal

Leslie Thompson was your ordinary housewife who was married to a millionaire who belonged to many organizations and even a seat on the stock market. She was your average size with a very athletic build since she seemed to work out every day. She always managed to keep herself up and attractive, especially while her husband’s male guests were around. She wore her blonde hair down and in seductive waves which accentuated her ocean blue eyes. She casually wore skirts and dresses but found time to lay by the pool in a skimpy bikini hoping someone would see her.

You see, her husband was much older than she and had gray hair along with plenty of wrinkles to prove it. His name is Carmichael Thompson and is looked up to and envied by all his associates. He has that perfect trophy wife who dives into their bank account every chance she gets. He works all day and then comes home to his loving and cunning wife who caters to his every whim. She shows him affection and love even though he cannot satisfy her in the bed like a man should. Given his age, he does suffer from erectile dysfunction and does not believe in taking any medication to correct it. He just works, brings home the money, and gives his wife whatever her heart desires.

They have been married for the better of ten years and have no children between the two of them. Carmichael does have children from a previous marriage which he is very fond of and loves dearly.They are grown and have families of their own each having a trust fund but very profitable jobs. Carmichael hopes that one day his only son of three children will take over his seat on the stock market and carry on his name. His children bring the grandchildren around often so they could know their grandfather. None of which care for the likes of his trophy wife. All of his children know her to be or have doubts that she is nothing but a golddigger who can’t wait for their father to die. When the children do come around Leslie does her best to try and get them to like her and call her mom but they have spoken their peace about that situation.

Leslie has gone through a lot since being married to Carmichael especially with foreplay and no sexual contact. For ten years they have had a sexless marriage and she has been kind for long enough. When other male associates are around, he doesn’t see the exchange of signals between them and his bride. She has become notorious for trying extracurricular activities while her husband is away on business. Some of his closest associates have tasted of her sexuality. She has become a harlot in the worst way, until one day when she noticed someone moving in next door. She got herself together and decided to welcome the new family to the neighborhood.

As she walked over she couldn’t see anything but this handsome, athletic build of a man carrying boxes into the house. His hair was a dirty blonde but well kept, his face dusted with a bit of dark facial hair, wearing a white tank top and blue jeans that just made his butt say “Come to Papa”.  He was gorgeous and had a slight tan to his skin. She almost couldn’t take her eyes off of him but had too before walking right into his mailbox. Leslie made her way up his driveway and started talking to herself as she was figuring out what to say to him. She stumbled over many words with excitement.

Leslie finally made it up to the truck where this handsome neighbor was unpacking it and she finally caught his eye with a soft and gentle hello that slipped from her red lips. He stopped with a box in his arms and said hello back. He quickly introduced himself to her and she responded back with her name. His name as she heard it be was Peter. They had a quick conversation for Leslie could not keep her eyes from his masculine body. She also noticed that Peter could not take his eyes away from her slender body, admiring the sultry cleavage from her blouse. They exchanged a little conversation which had gotten a little personal like was he married, any kids, and she told Peter nothing of her husband. That would be her secret.

Peter stated that he needed to get the truck unpacked and returned before a certain time and that they would see each other again. Leslie took that statement and ran with it thinking her day may have come that she would finally be sexually satisfied by a real man. As she walked back towards her house, Leslie was grinning from ear to ear with excitement. She almost felt like a balloon ready to pop. When she made it back to the house she noticed a voicemail was on the machine and when she hit play it was the voice of her husband, which popped her little balloon, and he was informing her that they would have guests over for dinner.

Leslie had this feeling of dread now because she had to plan dinner which took her time away from thinking about Peter. She dauntedly made the dinner list and gave it to the cook to prepare and then headed upstairs to collapse on her bed and think about those tight, sexy jeans Peter was wearing. She laid there on the bed in a kind of daze picturing Peter in her mind. She had never gone as far as just kissing with any other man and Leslie knew that Carmichael trusted her, with everything. At that moment she was torn between trust and lust. Which would she choose to be her demise?

She got up off the bed and began pacing back and forth across the floor trying to decide what is best for her and her marriage. As she was pacing, she happened to notice out the window that she had the perfect view of Peter’s pool and cabana. Her mind went into overdrive once more. It almost sickened her with having to make a life-changing decision unless she never gets caught. But who’s to say that if Peter finds out she is married will the truth come out? Would Peter actually tell on her to Carmichael? These were decisions she had to weigh out and which would benefit her the most.

Once Leslie noticed the time she ran into the shower to wash away her sin of lust for another man before her husband came home. She did everything she could to get herself ready and present herself as calmly as possible. After dressing, she went downstairs to check on the meal being prepared because Carmichael prides himself on the finest of everything, even his wife. Leslie has many skeletons floating in her closet and fears that only one of them escaping could cost her everything.

She made her way around the house making the preparations for the table and the table settings and as she started to turn around, Carmichael was unlocking the front door and entering with two of his fellow associates plus one. Peter was bringing up the rear following everyone into the house. Leslie looked at him directly and wasn’t sure if she should he happy he was in her house or frustrated now that Peter knows she is married. She was not sure at the moment how to respond until Carmichael introduced them and Leslie replied back that she had met him earlier that day as he was moving his personal things into the house next door. Peter just smiled and confirmed that they had met each other earlier in the day.

Carmichael had excused himself and Leslie from their guests to have a few words with each other. They moved into Carmichael’s den and sat on the sofa together when Carmichael was informing her that he ran into Peter coming up the drive and invited him to dinner. She was pleased with her husband’s decision and leaned forward kissing him and telling him how much she admired him. After speaking with each other and showing affection they got up off the beige sofa and walked back in where their guests were waiting.

Carmichael was informed that dinner was ready and asked that everyone join him in the dining room to enjoy a well-cooked meal. Everyone met in the dining room and seated at the old cherry oak dining table. Leslie happened to notice that Peter was seated right across from her and smiling. At that point, she thought she would be sick but kept pursuing the decision in her mind to betray her husband’s trust so that she might have one night of pleasure or do not think about it anymore. Leslie was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear Carmichael talking to her. She was startled suddenly when Carmichael reached out for her hand to regain her attention. She quickly apologized for being so rude and he asked his wife again if she was feeling well to which she replied “yes, I’m fine”

With everyone seated around the table, it was time to eat this magnificent meal and enjoy some good conversation among friends. Leslie really wasn’t in the good conversation mood because she had to look directly across the table to a man she wanted so badly. She looked at Peter and then to her husband Carmichael and back to Peter. This was becoming very stressful for Leslie to handle. She could not let anyone see how uncomfortable she really was sitting there. Through listening to the conversation between the men she did pick up on the fact that Peter was not married, nor did he have any children. He was an artist who made a living showcasing his work, which proved to be elegantly profitable. The night carried on until it was time to say good night.

Carmichael with Leslie in arm escorted everyone to the front door and bid them good night. Once everyone was gone and the door locked Carmichael turned to his bride to give her a passionate kiss for the evening. He told her to go ahead on to bed as he had some work to do in his den before retiring for the evening. Leslie smiled and agreed and headed up the stairs as Carmichael looked on. Once upstairs, Leslie had disrobed and put on her sleeping gown for bed but not before looking out her bedroom window and seeing Peter walk around his backyard by the pool. He wasn’t on his phone, so why would he be pacing around when suddenly he looked up towards Leslie’s window and saw her standing there looking towards him. Peter stopped pacing long enough to give a quick wave to Leslie before walking back into his house.

Now Leslie was curious as to what he was thinking about that had him pacing with a puzzled look on his face. She was still left with the decision of betraying her husband to be with another man or keeping things together with Carmichael. What was Leslie to do? Her body craved the touch of another man but her mind was on her marriage of wealth. If she were to betray Carmichael’s trust she risked losing everything for one night of passion. With that thought, she retired to her bed and fell fast asleep.

About two o’clock in the morning, she was awakened by Carmichael coming to bed. He got undressed and then put on his silk pajamas before climbing into bed with his faithful wife as he knew her to be. He snuggled up to her, kissed her cheek and softly whispered good night in her ear before falling off to sleep.

The next morning, Leslie woke up to the sun shining brightly through her windows and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She got out of bed and wrapped her robe around her shoulders before heading downstairs. As she entered the kitchen, she gazed upon Carmichael sitting at the breakfast nook enjoying a hot cup of coffee and reading his daily paper. She walked over to him kissing his cheek and sensually saying good morning my love. Carmichael replied the same greeting back to her as he flipped through the pages of the newspaper. The maid had gotten her a cup of coffee as Leslie took a seat at the breakfast nook with her husband. Even though they were not really sexual with one another, Leslie did enjoy her husband’s company and conversation.

After finishing his first cup and while the maid was pouring his second cup, Carmichael had informed Leslie that he would be leaving for a few days to handle some business overseas. She was a little taken by his information as now she would be left alone in this house fighting with her self-conscious mind. She smiled at her husband and asked when he would be leaving. Carmichael told her that a car would be here for him in about an hour to take him to the airport. She reached for his hand and covered it with hers while looking Carmichael straight in the eyes smiling and telling him to have a good trip and she will miss him very much. Carmichael placed his other hand on top of hers stating he would miss every minute without his lovely bride. After which he stood up and wrapped his paper under his arm and headed back upstairs to pack and get changed.

Leslie watched her husband walk up the stairs and out of sight before she was biting her lip and playing with the four-karat diamond ring on her finger. Would she take advantage of her husband’s trip away from home to kindle the fire that burns inside her? With his bags in hand about forty-five minutes later, Carmichael comes down the stairs and to the front door where Leslie meets him. He kisses his wife’s lips and hugs her tightly whispering how much he loves her and that he will see her soon. She smiles at him and tells him that she loves him dearly and will miss him each day that he is away from her. After saying their goodbyes, Leslie watches standing at the door as her husband walks down the steps and into the black sedan waiting for him. As the car pulls away, Carmichael blows a kiss to his bride and she returns it with a wave as she watches the car pull down the drive and disappearing behind the trees.

Now with Carmichael gone Leslie is contemplating whether she attempt it with Peter or save herself for her husband. She goes back upstairs and over to her window where she sees Peter in his yard sitting on a lounger next to the pool and gazing up at her window. Leslie wonders if he has the same dilemma which is taking the chance of being together with a married woman without the husband finding out. Peter notices Leslie in the window and gives a small wave to her and she gives a wave back. She starts to blush and walks away from the window still biting on her lip. Leslie then gets dressed more appropriately for the day and before she can get down the stairs there is a knock at the front door.

Upon opening the door there stands Peter in a white tank top and some tight blue jeans. Leslie is dumbfounded as to why he is at her door. Peter says hello and asks if she would like some company. Leslie hesitates for a minute but then agrees to let him inside. The walk into the sitting room and both have a seat across from each other before starting their conversation.  Peter asks her how her morning is going and tells her he saw Carmichael leave with bags in his hands. Leslie tells Peter that she is doing good so far today and that Carmichael had a business trip to attend too. When she informs Peter that Carmichael will be away for a few days she can see the tiny smile on his face as it lights up.

Peter then begins the conversation of how long they have been married and do they have children before popping the question was she happy in her marriage. It kind of threw Leslie off that a man she just met would ask such a question. As much as she wanted to lie about it, she found herself telling Peter how unhappy she was in her sexless marriage. Peter seemed to sympathize with her being that he has been single for quite some time. They sat and talked for at leat a few hours getting to know one another before Peter had another appointment he had to attend too. Leslie walked him to the door and before she could say goodbye, Peter had her in his arms and pushing his lips against hers. She almost felt as if she was melting being kissed so passionately by Peter. She lost herself in the moment and found her arms wrapped around him feeling his masculine body as she pulls it towards her. One they broke their lip lock away from each other Peter then bid her a good day and walked down the steps.

Leslie was in awe of such a kiss and the thought of her husband was nowhere in her mind. She had not been kissed like that in a long time and it felt so good. She felt a little weak in the knees and she could feel the smile on her face from one side to the other. She closed the door and stood up against it as the feelings of euphoria ran through her body. Peter was making her decision hard to make but then again making it much easier for her to fall into the web of deception. Would she make the decision to betray her husband’s trust with the other man?

Later that evening, Leslie was lounging out back by the pool in a very thin summer dress with spaghetti straps reading her favorite book when suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around her eyes. It startled her but then she felt warm moist kisses on her neck which made her drop her book to her lap as she laid her head back and enjoyed those kisses as they went all the way around the back of her neck until those lips met hers. She reached up and grasped at the hands covering her face and pulled them away to see Peter’s eyes staring back at her. She then closed her eyes and relaxed in his arms as she tasted his lips and felt his hands caressing her body.

Leslie became aroused to the point where she couldn’t control it and found herself in a situation where there was no return. She laid there feeling Peter’s hands caressing and exploring her body before she started to take off his shirt to rub her hands over his masculine chest. There she was betraying her husband with another and it didn’t seem to bother her because she was lost in the moment of ecstasy. Her hands caressing the sides of his face as she melted in his arms. Leslie knew there was no going back from her thrilling moment of euphoria and it was bound to happen anyway.

The feeling and moment had ended up in the same bed she shares with her husband. The kissing and rubbing and bodily juices being shared with one another. How could she keep this secret from her husband? How could she have betrayed her loving and caring husband who would have given her the world had she only asked for it. Leslie’s mind and body were being taken over by Peter’s seduction. Her body was giving in and she could stop it. It all happened so fast and lasted most of the night.

The next morning, Leslie rose up in bed to find Peter gone and the bed a mess. She had at the moment realized what she had done but felt no remorse. She felt revitalized and fresh as if stepped right out of the fountain of youth. One night of passion had renewed her body and spirit. Leslie felt alive again but then the thought had hit her, what about Carmichael? How was she supposed to keep it a secret of how good she feels? Would Peter, in fact, betray her and tell Carmichael of her infidelity? Everything was up in the air now and Leslie didn’t know which way to turn.

Leslie had hidden away for a few days to rethink her actions and to what she was going to tell Carmichael if the situation arises. She was dumbfounded by everything going on and how her emotions were overbearing. She really had no alibi for her actions and her thought would be to tell Carmichael the truth then have him find out from someone else. She pondered on this for awhile before coming to a conclusion.

It was the day before Carmichael was due home and Peter had made an unannounced visit to which he again seduced Leslie into her bed and took every measure to pleasure her before her sexless husband came home. It seems he would be the one to pleasure her while her elderly husband was away on business trips. Again she fell for his seductions and ended up in the bed she shares with Carmichael. With all the pleasure and ecstasy around her, it was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

In the midst of her euphoria, she was unaware that Carmichael had just walked in the front door a day early from his trip. She was feeling every emotion and erotic feeling course through her body but once her eyes opened she saw Carmichael standing beside the bed in disgust. Peter had jumped up quickly putting his jeans on while Leslie covered her body with the very sheets she had soiled with another man. Carmichael could not get words to protrude through his lips but Leslie could tell he was not happy about his find.

Leslie was quick to try and explain things to Carmichael who just threw his hands up and walked out of the room quietly. She had also jumped up and threw her robe around her body covering it and following Carmichael down the stairs. He was in no mood to discuss what he saw and headed straight for the liquor cabinet. Peter then came down the stairs trying to defend Leslie and taking the blame for what had happened, but Leslie had already betrayed Carmichael not once, but twice now. Her emotions were all over the place, she was confused, scared, guilty, and overall she hated herself for betraying Carmichael who did anything but love and adore her. Now she has lost the trust from her husband, the one she gave vows of faithfulness too.

After swallowing down two shots of cognac, Carmichael then turned to his soiled bride and asked her to pack her things. Leslie dropped to the floor hugging Carmichael’s waist begging for forgiveness but none was to be found. She had betrayed her husband’s trust and that she would not get back. He asked her one more time nicely and calmly to go pack her things and he would call a cab for her. Leslie cried even more, pleading for another chance but her remorse and pleadings were shrugged off by the man who adored everything about her.

Carmichael then seeing that Leslie was not going to move to go pack her things demanded the maid come into the room. Once she arrived, Carmichael demanded the maid to go and pack his wife’s things and put them on the front walk. The maid being confused by such an order that she hesitantly went up the stairs to begin packing. Leslie was in distraught by now about what she had done and kept insisting that Carmichael forgive her and give her another chance. Carmichael did so very gently pushed Leslie away from his body and demanded that Peter takes her to his house since he was so wanting to romance her. Peter looked at Carmichael with doubt in his eyes that Carmichael will not forgive Leslie for being an adulteress and grabbed up Leslie gently and walking her back up stairs to get dressed and to get her things.

Once Leslie was dressed, Peter had escorted her to the front door with bags in hand and outside tho the walk. Leslie stopped and looked back at Carmichael who had so much disgust in his eyes that he could not even look her in the face. She again begged for his forgiveness and all that was to come from Carmichael’s lips were the words, “you will be receiving divorce papers in a few days”. Leslie broke down and almost collapsed into Peter’s arms after hearing those words from Carmichael. The words that she dreaded to ever hear from him.

A taxi soon showed up for Leslie and her things, but Peter had asked her to come to his house until she could find a place of her own and get on her own feet. Peter then sent the taxi away after giving him a tip for showing up and carried Leslie and her things over to his house next door. Crying and sobbing all the way over while looking back at Carmichael as he walked back into the house closing the door saying goodbye to Leslie.