It happened so quick. Had I known that she would literally kill me, I never would've cheated with her. You see, I worked in this office with all these girls. Man it had all types of flavors. Young girls, jazzy older women - I loved the jazzy women. White girls that could make you call home and say, "Look here, I ain't never coming back...take care". Anyway, the reason why the problems that she and I had never affected my job was because of her. Because of her soothing voice, compassion, maturity and hips that did their own thang. It had come to the point where I was spending a lot of time at work...with her.

She and I were always arguing about something. I thought she just liked being a bitch. Something happened somewhere but I didn't care. All I knew was that I didn't sign up for this. The lack of communication, the foolish pride, and the need to scream wasn't her thing. Only she liked that type of stuff. Since I'm not much of an arguer, I'd just leave and meet her at the bar or motel. It became routine.

I didn't know you could adjust the "c.c." settings on the cell phones under text messaging. Apparently she did. One evening while I was taking a shower, she cc'd herself for every text that I sent or received. That was the beginning of the end. We text everything - her and I did, and all along she was gathering information to plot the perfect murder.

I should have suspected something when she became abruptly nice. You know, outta the blue. Hell, I still didn't care. All I knew was that I was having breasts and hips for dinner...every night. Her and I made plans per usual this particular Tuesday evening. She was stepping out also to meet with some consultants for dinner. It's funny how they tell you everything after you die. Like on one of those question and answer game shows. You miss the question and they tell you the correct answer anyway...like you get a second chance with your newly-found information or something. Apparently she was meeting with her husband whom she was now sleeping with. She checked her phone when it vibrated, and it was her confirming the meeting place...her house. Guys will do stupid things for a hip or two. Her husband couldn't believe that it was about to go down at his house of all places. After all he was supposed to be at the bowling alley with the fellas. Who knew?

They gave us about an hour before they walked up. They parked around the corner and walked to the 4-bedroom brick ranch-style house. Using the service door, they went into the garage and waited. Our cars were inside, so we would have to go back in there to move 'em out. She and her husband hid in a dark corner near the door. About 40 minutes later, the door from the house to the garage opened. It was her. She gave a fake birdcall to get her attention. Soon, the three were standing there talking. See, I hit the lottery for 6 million a couple of months prior. I was gonna quit my job, but she started tripping. Like I said, I wasnt gonna sit around the house every day and listen to that crap. Anyway, they go in, and her sexiness is coming back upstairs to where I was. They stay downstairs out of sight. A couple minutes later she sends me downstairs to grab the keys off the table. Long story short, I've been sitting here telling you the events leading to my death. Was it messy? I can't remember. Some things are actually a blur to me. Was there a funeral? Nope, I do know that I'm still missing. So until they find me, I'll be in this room, waiting...