Twist of Fate
(Unfinished)
Howard Dorough gets up to
get ready for work. Miranda then gets up
from her slumber. She stares at her husband who was looking in the mirror, combing his silky black curls.
Miranda- Baby, you're leaving so soon?
Howard- Yeah. I have to get ready for this case
tonight. I will call when I am ready to leave.
He kisses Miranda on the forehead and heads
down the stairs. Howard was then stopped by his son, Dwaine. To Howard, Dwaine was growing up way too fast.
Dwaine- Hey, dad. You leavin'?
Howard- Yeah. I will see you soon, ok Kid?
Dwaine- dad, please don't call me Kid! That
was like 6 years ago.
Howard- Alright alright. I will take back the
Kid remark. Now, go get ready for school. The bus is arriving soon.
Dwaine- Ok, Pops. Good luck with the case.
Howard was shocked at what his son said.
Howard- Pops? Gee, he is growing up fast.
Howard made his way down the stairs to his car.
He loved Corvettes. So three years ago, he bought one. It was purple, hie favorite color. As he got in, he drove to the courthouse,
not trying to be late. He got there just in time as usual. He walked into the court building, making his way to Room 116,
The Introductory Office. It was there that Howard Dorough's life would change forever. Howard walks into the office and spots
Detective Davies. He was a middle aged man, about 41, and is a good friend of Howard. Detective Davies was walking towards
Howard. With Davies was a young and radiantly beautiful woman. "Hmm...must be his daughter," Howard thought. But he realizes
that Davies was not married, and doesn't like kids. Howard continues to gaze at the beautiful woman. She had a Kleenex inn
her hand. It seems that she was crying. "It;s ok, Rebecca. Everything will be alright." the detective said to her. The woman
had a name. Rebecca. The woman had blonde hair, curled and propped. Her eyes were blue and perfect, absolutely lustering.
Now Rebecca and the Detective were right by Howard. Howard had to stop looking at her, for her beauty had overtaken his very
soul.
Davies- Howard, this is Rebecca Sanderson. Rebecca,
this is Howard Dorough, your representative on this case.
Rebecca- So, you're my rep, huh?
Howard clears his throat, for her voice got
to him. He can't think of her this way. He has a wife and a son at home.
Howard- Yes, I am.
Rebecca- Alright then. Let's go.
Howard and Rebecca walked down to the Explanatory
office. As Davies watched them go the next office, another detective, Detective Juarez, walked up to him and said:
Juarez- He's in for it.
Davies- What do you mean?
Juarez- That woman is nothing but trouble.
Davies- Howard knows what what he's doing. I've
seen him cross-examine so many times to know that.
Juarez looked at him as if Davies didn't know
Ms. Sanderson.
Juarez- Take my advice, Jim, she's trouble.
She willl wind him up in her Web of Lust.
Davies- How do you know if she's like that?
Juarez- Just trust me.
Howard and Rebecca were in the next room talking.
He began to ask her many questions such as:
Howard- So, where were you on the night of his
death. And please Ms. Sanderson, be plainly specific.
Rebecca- Alright then. I was on top of him.
Howard became flustered at what she said. He
knew what he was in for.
Howard- Wha...What?
Rebecca- I was with him. We were making love.
He was enjoying it.
Howard- Um...
Rebecca- If you want me to be plainly specific,
Mr. Dorough, that's what I'm giving you. This is what you asked, am I right?
Howard- Yes...it was.
Rebecca- Shall we take this conversation to
my place? There, I can answer all the questions you give me.
Howard- Ok, Ms. Sanderson.
Rebecca- Call me Rebecca. Please...
Howard- Alright, Rebecca.
Rebecca- Thanks.
She then takes out a cigarette and lights it.
Howard still looks at her.
Rebecca- Well? Ready when your ready.
They both head out the door, and into a black
stretch limo. Her black stretch limo. As they arrived at her humble abode, she first got out of the limo, and payed the driver.
Rebecca- Thanks, Lyon.
Lyon- No problem, Ms. Sanderson.
Howard looks out the window, looking at Rebecca.
She noticed Howard looking at her. All she had to do was smile at him.
Rebecca- Well, are you gonna come out of there?
She began to walk to towards her house. He gets
out the car. He follows her. They both make their way to the house, and let themselves in.
Rebecca- Make yourself at home. I will be right
back. She went into the living room, as Howard sat down on a couch. He looks around the house.
Howard- Wow. This woman really has it made.
Her house is nice, but...
Suddenly, Rebecca came back with a tray of strawberries
and whipped cream. There was also tea.
Rebecca- I hope your hungry, Mr. Dorough.
Howard- Sorry, no thanks.
Rebecca- You have to be hungry, Howie. Why don't
you try a strawberry?
Howard- Thanks, but no thanks. And please, don't
call me Howie.
Rebecca- Why?
Howard- Only my wife calls
me that.
Rebecca- Oh.
Howard- Now, on the night of his death, did
you see anything unusual in his home?
Rebecca took a strawberry, and dipped it in
the cream. She then took a bite.
Rebecca- No. We just made love, and I kissed
him good night.
Howard- Well, when the detectives gave an autospy,
they found wounds on his chest and wrists. Can you explain that?
Rebecca- When we make love, he wants it to be
very intense, so I turn up the heat.
Howard was shock at what she said.
Howard- How did he get those wounds? That wasn't
specific.
Rebecca- Yes, it was. The wounds on his chest
were scratches. And the ones on his wrists were handcuffs.
Howard- Um... ok... Um...
Rebecca- What? You wanted me to be specific,
right?
Howard sat back on his chair. He did want her
to be specific, but he really wasn't prepared for that.
Howard- Yes I did. Thank you for the information.
Rebecca took another strawberry from the bowl,
dipped it, and took a slow bite.
Howard- You really must love strawberries.
Rebecca- Yes, I love them. I actually think
of strawberries as a sexual tendency fruit.
Howard- They are...and we're getting off subject.
Rebecca just looked at him. Her icy blue eyes
were burning through his soul.
Rebecca- Forgive me, Mr. Dorough.
Howard- That's fine, Ms. Sanderson.
Rebecca then took yet another strawberry, dipped
it into the cream, and puts it to Howard's mouth.
Rebecca- Try it, they're fresh.
Howard- Ms. Sanderson, I said I wasn't hungry.
Rebecca- Just one bite. How's one little bite
gonna hurt?
Howard- Well, I am partial to strawberries myself.
Howard licks the cream off, bites the strawberry,
and savors the taste.
Rebecca- Well?
Howard- They are fresh. Did you pick them yourself?
Rebecca- I have my own strawberry vineyard.
I love strawberries. Would you like some strawberry wine? It's imported from Italy.
Howard- No.
Rebecca- Ok then...
Howard continued to eat the strawberry. He locked
his delicately soft brown eyes to hers. She was truly beautiful, but Howard Dorough is strong enough to resist temptation.
His wife was enough for him. He loves Miranda more than life itself.
Howard finished the strawberry, and was about
to leave. Rebecca gets up, and stops him.
Rebecca- Where are you going, Mr. Dorough? Why
are you leaving so soon?
Howard looked at his watch, and saw that is
was 9:00pm.
Howard- I have to get home. We can finish this
tomorrow.
Rebecca- Or...we can finish this now.
She slowly walked up to him. She reached his
black blazer, and pulled him closer to her.
Rebecca- What do you wanna do?
Howard- Go home.
Rebecca- No, you don't.
She gave him a passionate kiss, slipping him
tongue in the process. His face was in her hands, caressing the lining of his jawbone with her thumb. Howard broke the
kiss, gasping for breath.
Howard- Are you crazy?!
Rebecca- Howard, you want me. I can feel it.
You look the type that is the master of carnal pleasure. Do you want to taste me?
Howard- Hell no!
Rebecca- But, Mr. Dorough...
Howard- No. I gotta get out of here.
Howard pushes her aside, and makes it to the
door. He opens it and leaves.
Howard gets his cell phone and calls for a cab.
