Southern Justice, Part 10

I’m Fixin’ To present part 10 of Southern Justice:

Earlier that Saturday afternoon as Jackie and B. Wendell were preparing to leave the lake house Jackie said, “I’ll tell you what I have in mind on the ride back to Atlanta. Let’s go.”

After B. Wendell maneuvered his vehicle back to the main road he turned the cruise control on and said, “Okay, start talking.”

“I can’t believe my luck, B. W.,” Jackie began. “He’s much more than what I had conjured up in my mind. But besides being loaded, he’s also still handsome, and he’s kind and polite.”

“Since when have you cared about horse crap like that!” B. Wendell snorted.

Jackie sighed and said, “What I mean is that since I have to be with him, I’m just glad it doesn’t seem as if it’s going to be unpleasant.”

“Okay, I can understand that, but I still don’ understand exactly what you have in mind if you’re not going to ask him for a job and then bring a sexual harassment lawsuit against him.”

“It’s real simple,” Jackie replied, “I’m going to marry him!”

B. Wendell huffed and said, “And just live happily ever after? Then what the hell do you need me for?”

“Because I will need a lawyer to handle all the affairs when I take over all his assets.”

If you don’t process a lawsuit against him and his company, how in the world do you expect to do that?”

A chill went over B. Wendell when he heard Jackie reply, “By becoming his widow.”

“Whoa, hold on now, Jackie! I won’t be no part to murder!” B. Wendell spouted out in alarm.

“Settle down,” Jackie reassured him. “It’s not like I’m going to shoot him or stab him. Remember his medical records? That’s the other thing that’s perfect about him.”

B. Wendell breathed a sigh of relief before he said, “Yeah, so he’s in pretty bad health. That doesn’t mean he’s going to croak anytime soon.”

“No, it doesn’t, but he has a really good start toward killing himself—all the classic ingredients, including high cholesterol, high blood pressure, heavy drinking and smoking, making him into a walking heart attack. There’s just one missing ingredient needed to put him over the edge. I plan to supply that, and there’s nothing illegal about it!”

B. Wendell gave her a puzzled look and asked, “Jackie, what are you going to do?”

After they got back to the city and B. Wendell had dropped Jackie off at her apartment she had gone grocery shopping and then made herself ready for the evening.

She took a long hot bath with bath oil and perfumed soap after which she layered herself with lotion and perfume. Then she took to painting and powering her face. Once she was satisfied with all her toiletries she began dressing in her favorite color of blue, starting with lacy lingerie. Over these she slipped into a slipped into a short pleated white skirt topped by a dazzling blue blazer. Then she smiled at her reflection in the full length mirror because she knew she looked ravishing.

When she got to her front door with an overnight bag, she turned and looked back into the furnished apartment, deciding she would only return once more, which would be to get her clothes.

Across town, Rick had showered, shaved and dressed, prepared himself a double shot of courage on the rocks, and lit a cigarette before he walked out onto the balcony where he leaned on the rail and was wondering what the evening might hold in store for him when movement in the parking lot below caught his eye. He watched the Volvo pull into a parking space and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Jackie get out of the car, look up and wave at him.

A short time later his door bell chimed and when he opened his front door he was stunned, because there before him stood a blue Angel!