“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout.” He had it coming. I kept looking back, but we weren’t followed. Free at last I thought!
Hiring a hit man wasn’t an option, even though my oldest friend had connections. We used to joke about it the way you do with a friend, even though we knew it was true. I did rely on her for details, how to commit the crime, and so far, it worked.
Jerry was one of those life of the party types, all the girls loved him, until you were really serious and suffered the consequences. That’s what happened to me. No one talked about it in those days–abuse from a lover. If only I had been warned, but it was a secret shameful thing no woman wanted to admit.After a few weeks of dating, I felt the wrath of my drunken boyfriend, more the actions of a three year old boy than a friend. I also kept it to myself and ended up marrying him. I can tell you I loved him, even after the first punch, I can admit hiding my bruises, but no matter what I report you won’t understand it unless you were in my mind at the time.
The friend I mentioned earlier was my only confidant and after a while, we decided to make a plan. Las Vegas was the perfect spot for such a terrible plan, with many long stretches of uninhabited desert, and a reputation for hidden bodies. The only equipment we needed was a shovel, bleach, and the man.
The Bag Lady 
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