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Oh, yes.
Yes, that's it.
That's it.
He's the most attractive man I've ever seen in my life.
Oh, God, I love him.
I'm so in love with him.
Whoever he is.
Whoever he is.
It should be me.
It should be me.
Oh, God, it's so big.
How big and how hard.
Oh, he's strong.
He's really strong.
It warms my pussy all over.
Oh, yeah. I can feel his big balls throbbing against my thigh.
Oh, I wish.
If he could only see me now.
He'd leave that whore.
He'd leave her.
He'd come to me. He'd love me.
He'd make love to me.
I'd talk dirty to him.
Oh, yeah, I'd talk dirty to him.
She talks dirty to him all the time.
Oh, I'd let him lick me and suck me. I'd be his whore.
Yeah, I'd be his whore. He could lick my nipples and pull on me.
Then I'd pull the cock out.
I'd pull his cock out of his pants, and I would lick his big cock.
Oh, and I'd let my saliva just run down.
Then I'd get his hard knob in my mouth, and I would just roll my tongue all
around it just like that.
Oh, God, I let him take a finger off my head.
He could just fuck me until I come.
Make it wet. It's so good.
Oh, I can just feel his tongue licking me.
Oh, yes, it's good, and he loves it.
And then he puts a big cock on my pussy.
Oh, he puts it up there, and he just rams it up my pussy.
Yes.
I just rammed that cock up there to the finger of my ass.
Pepper, to the finger of my ass.
Make it come all over you.
Pull you dick out.
Rub it all over my tits.
I want you to shoot your cum all over my pussy.
Oh, yeah. I want you to drive it in there.
Oh, yeah, drive it in there.
Oh,
yeah.
Oh, make me cum.
That never can be.
And with love, it's so easy
to be deceived.
And now I'm looking back, what would seem to be a lifetime.
the things i've seen and the truth i've come to know
and when all is said and done
what does it matter
just what you saw.
I only wish it could be as easy
or as simple as a yes or no.
to be thinking there's no stopping me now
Dear Madam Rona, I enjoy your magazine and read it every month,
especially your column.
I find it very exciting and sometimes titillating.
I also find your advice always correct.
I am in love with a man who doesn't know me.
Believe me.
I am a woman who minds her own business.
But I can't help noticing what's going on in the house across the court from
mine.
It started about four months ago.
A nice man lives there with his wife.
When he goes to work, another man visits her.
Sometimes, when the shutters aren't closed, I see them make love.
Dear Madam Rona, I'm
writing to you out of sheer frustration.
My husband has started drinking and never makes love to me anymore.
Well, almost never.
I know he's a good man and was a good lover before all this happened.
How can I help him through this crisis?
I'm frustrated.
You're frustrated.
Your problem, unfortunately, is not unique.
You need to divert your husband's energies.
You might try something... Something to divert his
energies from drink.
He might try working with his hands.
I'm good.
Don't you think we should be reading the letter?
Nothing wrong with taking a little bit of a coffee break.
That's it.
That's it. Just on your side.
Thanks, Johnny.
But we really should get back to work.
You're right.
What other cries of pain do we have?
Something interesting, Joyce?
Dear Madam Rona, I enjoy your magazine and I read it every month.
Especially your column.
I find it very exciting and sometimes titillating.
I also find your advice always correct.
True.
I'm in love with a man who doesn't know me. Believe me.
I'm a woman who minds my own business.
Whoops.
But I can't help noticing what's going on in the house across the court from
mine. Hmm.
Apparently this nice lady has a beautiful pair of binoculars.
It started about four months ago.
A nice man lives there with his wife.
When he goes to work, another man visits her.
Sometimes when the shutters aren't closed, I see them making love.
This was exciting to watch at first.
I'll bet it was.
Although I didn't approve, of course.
Oh, she has morals.
Her husband seems to be nice and doesn't deserve such treatment.
Eventually, I fell in love with her visitor.
She what?
The way he looked, the way he made love to her made me tingle inside.
It grew to the point where I yearned for him so much I couldn't stand it.
Should I tell her husband what's been going on behind his back and make an
attempt to win the other man's charm?
Or should I forget the whole thing?
Son, concerned neighbor.
Well, concerned neighbor.
Don't be such a concerned neighbor.
You are obviously a nosy old witch who...
Look, it's not worth it.
Okay, look, just write her a letter telling her to mind her own business and
to interfere.
How many more?
Quite a few.
God. Okay, look, let's get through every single one of them, even if it means
working through dinner. I want to play some tennis tomorrow morning, all right?
Okay, um, but you should phone your wife.
Yes, ma 'am.
Hello? Marty, this is George. Are you busy?
Yeah, George. I'm trying to finish up this month's film.
Well, take about a half -hour break, all right?
I'm down here on the second floor in the photo studio, and Ron Stevens is here
photographing a new girl for the magazine.
And I think you should take a peek.
She's gorgeous.
I guess I can't take a half -hour break.
Are you going to be there?
No, I have an appointment.
I'll see you later.
Bye.
Hmm.
Joyce.
Go out and get some dinner. I'll meet you back here in about 45 minutes.
All right? I've got to do something for the boss.
Sure. Do you want something to eat?
Yeah. Get me a sandwich and a beer.
Okay.
You nervous about it? Uh -huh.
Yeah, me too.
These are gums. Yeah.
Gums?
I'm nervous too. I get nervous because I just met you.
Here you go.
Want two?
You can have two.
Do you want one?
I only have one.
Do you want two?
So, we don't really have a theme here, but we wanted two.
Something you like, you enjoy.
I like amusement parks.
Amusement parks?
I don't think we can bring an amusement park in here, you know?
Yeah.
What do you like about amusement parks?
I like the big rest, like the roller coasters, the big ones.
Oh, yeah?
Do you get sick?
No. Oh.
Yeah, you ever been to Coney Island?
Uh -uh.
Coney Island is the number one ranked...
What'd you call it?
Rollercoaster.
Rollercoaster in the world.
It's a wooden rollercoaster.
And I've taken it a lot. You know, because I'm from New York.
What do you think about... What do you think about Tunnel of Love?
I'm serious. Have you ever taken it?
Have you ever taken Tunnel of Love?
No. No?
No.
That's my favorite. I mean, I used to. It's been a long time.
Am I sweating?
Yeah.
Okay.
I think you're really cute.
Thank you.
Is this your bathing suit?
Yeah.
Well Yeah,
you know before when you walked in, you know, you look like Madonna to me when
you want to see another the singer Yeah, but you don't look like yourself.
You know, I mean
No, Madonna.
I don't.
Do you like dancing?
Yes, I do. I like dancing, yes.
Do you know how to dance?
Uh -huh. You do?
Oh.
I don't.
I don't know how to slow dance.
I don't know how to fast dance, but slow dance, I've never danced that way.
Like what kind?
Well, just fast dance. Slow dance, I was going to my junior prom.
My brother's girlfriend taught me how to slow dance, and she started dancing,
and I got a heart attack.
So I got really embarrassed.
And I could never do it again because of that. It was my brother's girlfriend.
She had kids, and I was dancing, and all of a sudden I said, oh, that's good,
and I got away.
But I've grown up. I don't think that would happen to me anymore if I slow
danced. You could teach me that.
Okay. Do you hold hands?
No, not really.
You really don't know how to dance, do you?
I love you.
You sound happy.
Where are you?
I'm still at the office.
I won't be home till after six.
You mean poor little Ellen has to eat all by herself?
I'm sorry.
I've got a lot of work to finish up on.
I've ordered out for a sandwich.
Okay, I'll just make myself some eggs or something.
See you later.
So, do you like your eggs up or over easy?
What?
Oh, my God.
Here's your food.
Thanks.
That's funny.
What? That woman, concerned neighbor, she lives on your street.
Oh?
938 Hillside. That's your address, right?
Yeah. Well, she lives on 942 Hillside.
I'll be right back, okay?
Concerned neighbor.
Where have you been?
I didn't feel like cooking.
I decided to eat out.
Alone? Sure.
Tell me when it's done.
Well, now, have you given any good advice to your readers today?
A little.
I'm awfully tired, Martin.
Nothing like being needed.
I read your column in the new issue today, Martin.
That's nice.
Much if you're tacky.
Thanks. I thought it was bad, too.
I did write another chapter in my novel, however, today.
That's good.
What?
That is good.
You know, five years is an awful long time to be writing on one book, Martin.
At that rate, you'll be dead before it's published.
Very funny.
Isn't that sad?
Only your publisher, your secretary, and your wife know how famous you are.
You've got quite a folly, Madam Rona.
But Martin Collins is a nobody.
Ellen!
Have you seen my lighter?
No, I haven't seen your lighter.
Can you believe it? That's the third one I've lost this month.
And you had my initials written on it, too.
Oh, well.
Madam Rona will buy me another one.
What are you doing?
This place is driving me nuts.
I want to move.
Why?
There's some woman who lives across the court.
And all she does all day is look out her window and spy on her neighbors.
Are you serious?
Of course I'm serious.
Which house is it?
One across from ours.
942, I think. I don't know.
trying to do? Encourage her?
Get away from there.
I said I was tired.
Look, you're my wife. You have to fuck me sometime.
Hot. Hot?
I'll show you hot.
Martin, what are you doing home thoroughly?
For me?
Well, of course, darling.
Excellent.
You liar!
Did I forget what day it was, Ellen? Christmas?
Easter?
Our anniversary, maybe?
All right. I'm expecting someone, okay?
Maybe you better leave.
She was right.
Who was right?
The concerned neighbor.
Who you waiting for, Ellen?
Wouldn't you like to know? I want you to tell me.
Dear, dear.
I'll write you a letter, Madam Rona, and let you know.
I'm warning you.
You're not in a position to warn anybody.
How? You're hurting my arm.
What are you going to do?
Divorce me?
How's that going to look in the papers?
Famous Madam Rona.
You can't even hold on to your own wife.
I swear I'll... Why don't you just get out of here?
I'm waiting for someone, and he's none of your business.
Joyce, do me a favor and bring me in the new column, all right?
Okay.
Your wife called this morning.
Okay, I better call her.
No, stay, stay. I need you.
Hello, Ellen?
Ellen? What's the matter? I can't hear you.
No, look, I'm going to come home.
Ellen? Ellen?
She sounded frightened.
Frightened? I don't know. I couldn't understand what she was saying.
about somebody being in the other room.
Look, I have a feeling something's wrong. I want you to call the police and
them send somebody over, all right? Okay.
Operator, give me the pulley.
So, uh... Two and a half hours. I'd say two and a half hours, two and three
quarter.
Hello. You Collins?
Yeah. Why? What's wrong?
I'm Lieutenant Scully.
I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
What sort of news?
Your wife's been murdered.
What?
Sir.
Who would want to kill Ellen?
We don't know.
When we got her, she was already dead.
Struck in the head. Probably with this statue.
Mr. Collins, I know it's not a perfect time to be asking questions, but
your secretary called just a little while ago.
Mind telling us why?
I was at the office. I called Ellen and she sounded frightened.
As if somebody were here.
There. Sergeant.
Yeah. Yeah. Bring in the other gentleman.
Yes.
Marty. Ron Stevens?
I don't know what to say.
So, you guys know each other, huh?
Yeah, it's like I said, Lieutenant.
I work for the same magazine as a photographer.
Does he?
Lieutenant, I'm not lying.
Mr. Stephen discovered the body.
Were you here when I called Ellen, Ron?
No.
When I got here, she was dead.
What were you doing here in the first place?
Ellen called me and said that she wanted to come over and talk about me taking
some pictures of her.
Strange.
She never mentioned anything to me about pictures.
She said it was for a present.
So, uh, you were here on business.
That's right, business.
So who let you in, Mr. Stevens?
No one.
The door was open.
Was Mrs. Collins in the habit of leaving her front door open?
Never. She always kept the front door locked. Excuse me, gentlemen.
Excuse me, Lieutenant.
We're all finished back here, so we're going to go back to the lab.
Find any prints?
Yeah, we found some.
Good. Let me know the minute you get your slides, man. Okay.
My prints are on that statue.
I came in the door. I saw the dead body lying there and a statue there.
So I picked it up.
I see Mrs. Stevens.
Wait a minute now. That's a perfectly natural reaction.
I want to call my lawyer.
Yeah, you can do that when you get down to the station. Sergeant, check his
pockets. Okay.
Empty them.
Yeah.
I've never seen that key before in my life.
You killed Ellen! Okay, Mr. Collins, let's just take it easy now.
Take it easy.
Take him downtown, Greg.
Okay, let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
How well do you know him?
As well as you know anybody that you work with, I guess.
What was his attitude towards your wife?
What do you mean?
Come on, Mr. Collins.
A murder was committed here today.
Didn't it never cross your mind that your wife might have been involved with
another man?
Never. Never once occurred to you?
Never. She was always very faithful to me.
Isn't it possible that a clever wife can fool her husband?
We're finished here, Lieutenant.
We're taking the body down to the morgue.
Lieutenant, what if there was another man?
And that man killed Ellen.
It's possible that other man is Ron Stevens, isn't it?
Okay,
if you think that's best. Bye.
Dear Madam Rona, my problem is the love triangle between my boyfriend Jim and
his younger brother Dave.
It started very innocently.
I had this attraction for Dave, not only because I was fond of him, but also a
strong physical attraction.
I often fantasize about getting it on with both of them at the same time.
Frequently I would dwell on the thought of how it would feel to have Dave's cock
buried deep inside me.
While Jim would watch, getting very turned on.
One day we were hanging around the pool, soaking up the sun.
We were laughing and talking.
I had smoked a little grass.
Dave and I started to talk and tease each other about sex, which had that
effect by making me hot as hell.
Dripping wet and full of good ideas.
Jim and I...
are quite open with each other.
And I had mentioned to him before that I had a fantasy about the two of them
making love to me.
I had no hopes of fulfilling this fantasy because it was a little too
home.
But we were quite high that day.
Dave started to play like he was going to throw me in the pool.
He kept rummaging against me, stealing a feel here and there.
It was very obvious that he was turned on.
And I looked over at Jim.
and nearly flipped when he gave me, for the first time, a definite okay on what
was happening.
Okay.
Oh man.
Ah.
It was a very exciting experience.
But since then, I'm in love with both of them.
And they're so jealous of each other.
They've even had a few physical fights over me.
How do we resolve this problem?
A sign caught in the middle.
I'm Suna Bartman.
How are you, Joyce?
I'm fine.
You should have stayed home.
No. Don't worry. This is the best place for me.
Marty. I told you not to come back to the office.
Go home. Your column can wait a few days.
Not if these are any indication.
We can pull the column out of the magazine for the next issue.
That doesn't sound like my publisher.
Well, your publisher's your friend.
And as your friend, I say you need a vacation.
I don't think the police would want me to leave right now.
Why not? You're not a suspect.
By the way, I had a little talk with Lieutenant Scully today.
I told him that you wrote the Madame Rona column.
And I mentioned to him not to say anything to the reporters.
I see.
Mustn't let the readers know that Madam Rona is involved in a murder case,
right?
That's what I felt as a publisher.
I'll get that.
Yeah.
No, this is George Anton.
Uh -huh. Martin Collins is busy right now.
Yeah?
Okay.
That was Ron Stevens' lawyer.
He's still in jail. He wants to see you.
Fuck him.
Let him rot there.
Look, Marty, I have an idea.
I'm driving up to my country home for the weekend.
Why don't you put your things away and come with me?
You know how much fun you have up there.
Yeah.
Now, look,
I think it's too soon for that kind of fun, all right?
Yeah, maybe you're right.
I'll see you Monday, all right?
Take care.
Hello. Lieutenant, this is Dolan.
Stevens asked to see Collins today.
I know.
There's something wrong here.
What's wrong, Sarge? You think we got the wrong man?
I don't know.
Collins' secretary phoning us.
It's almost as if he wanted us to arrive in time to find Stevens.
I just don't feel right about it.
You're a good cop.
But no matter how you feel about a case, you're bound by the evidence.
I admit it's fishy, but when his wife was murdered, Collins was downtown in
office.
Stevens was on the thing.
His fingerprints were on the murder weapon.
And he had his own key to the house.
I arrested the man the evidence pointed to.
Suppose he knew that his wife was playing around.
Suppose so.
What difference does it make? We can't prove it.
No, no, forget about it.
Come on, have a nice weekend. I'll see you on Monday.
Hi,
Marty.
George, hi.
Hi.
Look, the way you've been working the last couple of weeks since you know,
you're driving yourself too hard. What you need is a little relaxation.
You think so, huh?
That's right.
Now, I want you to come up to my place for the weekend, and I won't take no for
an answer.
Well, I always did like the parties you had at your place.
I know you did.
Hey, why not give it a shot? I can't wear black forever, right?
That's right.
So let's settle. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6 .30, okay?
Okay. Great. See you then.
Gorgeous, isn't she, Marty?
Just as you said, George.
That's been a long time.
When am I going to be centerfold of the year?
Centerfold of the year already?
First you've got to be centerfold for the month. Then maybe, maybe you can be
centerfold of the year. But that means you're going to have to plug my beard.
See, I plug all my girls.
Absolutely. I got to.
That's why I did the business.
Isn't that right, girls?
Fuck all of you, right? That's right.
You like the way I fuck you?
You're the best.
No, I'm not the best. Tell me I'm not the best. They never listen to me. I
want to be the best. I want to hear that somebody fucked them in the last week.
Okay?
That way it makes my dick hard.
Yeah, you'll be sent, I think. In fact, Pam over there. See Pam?
The pussy rep?
She was sent on hold last August, I think. Yeah, August. She helped sell one
our biggest issues.
You think she can do that, Marty?
I don't know. I'm sure she can do it. I think she'd do great.
Oh, this is wonderful.
Here, come on back.
You see anybody in the house you wanted to fight with?
I don't stick it in my mouth.
Do you like your water?
Night.
What?
You like your ass, huh?
Why?
It's nice and warm.
It's what?
Because it's nice and warm.
Ooh. Ooh.
Ooh, it is nice and warm.
Ooh. Ooh.
Ooh. Ooh.
Ooh.
Like it, huh?
Your ass is nice and hot.
Why?
Tell him I'll be right there.
Oh, shit.
Oh, I'm going to cum on your ass.
I'm going to cum right on your ass.
Kiss her goodbye, baby.
Kiss her goodbye.
Come on, kiss her goodbye.
Kiss her goodbye.
Kiss her goodbye.
Say goodbye.
Say goodbye.
Goodbye. Oh, yeah, that's good. Yes.
Why don't you dodge yourself in the pool?
I'll tell you what.
Look, I'll be back in about 15 minutes, okay?
Very important call. But why don't you three, you just...
You know, entertain Marty for a while.
All right?
Why
don't
you come follow us?
I'm talking about losing you and what it's
doing to me.
Oh, yeah.
And what it's going to be.
The way I feel years could go by.
The time would...
Oh, more champagne?
No,
you know, George, I need to speak to you for a moment.
Alone.
Okay, ladies, why don't you get in the house and we'll join you in a few
minutes. Okay.
What's wrong?
What's this doing here?
Belonged to Ellen.
As far as I know, she's never been here.
Has she?
A lot of people have the same initial.
I bought it for her.
Marty.
It was you, wasn't it?
You and Ellen, wasn't it?
Yes.
How long?
Marty, she's dead.
How long?
Four months.
Helen and I love each other.
How touching.
They tried to pin a crime of passion on Ron Stevens, and he had no motive.
Now, listen.
Helen and I were very careful.
We were never seen together. Never. I'm not about to have a scandal on this.
Where were you the day she was murdered?
Where? That's not important. I didn't kill her.
I'm sorry you had to find out about it this way, but that's no reason to go to
the police.
Now, Stevens has been caught.
I'm sure he killed Ellen.
The right man must be punished.
I couldn't agree with you more.
My lawyer says you want to talk to me?
Yeah, I want to apologize, Ron.
I know that you're innocent, and I'm going to do everything I can to get you
of here.
Who did it?
George Anton.
George? Yeah, he's the one.
How do you know?
It's weird, like... I was at George's country home this weekend.
I found the lighter that Ellen lost.
He couldn't deny it. He told me the truth. He and Ellen were seeing each
Well, now I have to try and implicate Mr. Publisher.
George Anton is a very powerful man. He's just going to deny it.
I know.
Unless I can find somebody who saw the two of them.
Wait a minute.
A couple of days before Ellen was killed, she told me about our neighbor
the court who liked to spy on all the neighbors.
If she saw George and Ellen together... And if he denies it and she recognizes
him... Exactly.
Catch him in a lie. Cut his own throat.
What about the key that was in my pocket? I swear to God, I've never seen
before in my life.
I know.
I put the key in your pocket. Look, I didn't know what I was doing. I was so
sure that you killed Ellen.
I'm sorry,
Ron. I know now you didn't do it.
I'll get you out.
Mr. Collins, we can't drag some nice woman down here without a good reason.
Miss Palmer is a material witness.
I'm sure she can prove that George Anton was the man my wife was seeing.
And not Ron Stevens.
I talked to Mr. Anton. He said he never met your wife.
They've been seeing each other for four months.
We can't prove that.
Either you contact that woman or I'm going straight to your superiors.
Look, Mr.
Collins, my position is kind of awkward. I've already made an arrest.
Look, Ellen complained to me about this woman. It's possible that she saw the
man my wife was entertaining.
Now, either you arrange this meeting with this woman and George Anton or I'm
going straight over your head. You got it.
This
is
unexpected, George.
Something you didn't like about my call this month?
The police called me. I'm supposed to be down at your house in an hour. Oh.
Traffic violation?
Very funny.
Collins, you're fired. Get your stuff and get out of here.
I'm surprised you waited as long as this.
You can't involve me.
You have no proof.
Guess what? Lieutenant Scully called me, too. Apparently, we've both been
invited to my house.
Can I give you a lift?
I guess not.
Okay, gentlemen, this won't take very much time. Just a matter of carrying out
few facts.
Mr. Anton, two questions.
Have you ever been to Mrs. Collins' house before?
I have not.
Were you having an affair with her?
I never met them.
Sergeant, bring her in.
Mr. Anton, please step in here.
What?
Just wait in here.
Ms. Palmer, please sit down. Thank you.
I'm really sorry that we've interrupted your day this way.
Oh, that's all right. Let's have a few questions.
Um, where do you live?
942 Hillside.
Now, Ms. Palmer, this is very important.
Do you recognize anyone in this room?
You're the man that was married to that woman.
That was terrible.
I'm sorry, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was bound to happen. One
get away with that type of thing forever.
Get away with what, Miss Palmer?
Well, she wasn't very discreet.
This poor man would go to work, and another man would visit her.
Is this the other man?
No.
He was a little older, very distinguished.
Mr. Anton, would you come in here, please?
Yes, that's him.
Are you sure?
Yes, very sure.
Well, Mr. Anton?
Ellen and I were in love, but I didn't kill her.
Where were you the day she was murdered?
I don't have an alibi if that's what you mean, Lieutenant.
It's all very simple, Lieutenant.
Obviously you can't hold Ron now. George is the man.
I'll handle it, Mr. Collins.
Mr. Anton, I'd talk to my lawyer if I were you.
Miss Palmer, you were a great help.
Sergeant Dolan will escort you back to your house.
What a shame.
For the first time, Madam Rona was wrong.
What did you say?
You know.
Madame Rona writes for that girly magazine.
I write to her for advice all the time.
You wrote to Madame Rona?
Yes. I know it's not very respectable for a woman like me, but, well, I get
lonely, and I find the magazine very exciting, especially Madame Rona's
Well, when I found out that this man's wife was having an affair with another
man, I...
wrote to Madame Rona for advice, and she wrote me back and told me not to
interfere.
I'm sorry.
I never should have listened to her.
I should have told you right away. I should have called you. I could have
you that day that you came home in your tennis outfit.
You know, the day that she was murdered.
But I had just heard back from Madame Rona, and she told me not to interfere.
You know, I'm sure that if I had told you, why...
She'd be alive today.
It was an accident.
We got into an argument.
I slapped her. She fell. She hit her head.
I would never kill my own wife. You've got to believe me. It was an accident.
Hello, Mr. Collins.
Miss Palmer, I didn't recognize you.
How did you want to see me?
I wanted to see you before they sent you to the state penitentiary.
To say goodbye.
Right, it's your testimony that got me fried.
I know, and I'm sorry, but I have something to tell you that I know you'll
to hear.
What?
You didn't kill your wife.
What do you mean I didn't kill my wife?
I did.
What? Yes, I did.
You see, I saw you come home that day.
I was watching through the window.
I saw you have an argument with your wife and you ran over and you closed the
shutters.
I ran over to the house and then I went around to the side and I saw you run out
to your car and, well, you looked as though you were in a terrible hurry.
Well, I went over to the door and I found that it was unlocked, so I went
and I heard some moaning coming from the living room.
When I got there, I saw your wife was just coming around.
She sort of looked at me and said, Madam Rona, Madam Rona tried to kill me.
My husband is Madam Rona. He tried to kill me. Well, it was then I realized
you were Madam Rona.
Well, that's how I nailed you in the living room with Lieutenant Scully.
And then, of course, I thought, what a perfect opportunity to get her lover.
Well, I picked up the statue and I hit her.
She was dead.
Well, of course I wiped my fingerprints off the statue and the door and then I
went home and I waited for something to happen.
You know, when you're a very lonely woman like myself, you learn to be
Well, at the trial, Mr. Anton and I became very friendly, and we're getting
married next month.
Why, you dirty... Oh, please.
I had to tell you.
I couldn't let you go on thinking for the rest of your life that you had done
it.
Oh, and one more thing.
I'm the new Madame Rona.
I only wish it could be as easy
or as simple as a yes or no.
But for now, I keep thinking.
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