Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Molly loved the beach. She always had. It was one of the few reasons she hadnt moved away. The town itself was a small one. Small towns have their attraction. Everybody knows everybody and nothing stays secret for very long. They also have their draw backs. Everybody knows everybody and nothing stays secret for very long. Ironic how reality can be a double edged sword. She watched him walk along the shore, and she listened to the words her spoke. He was right. Most people never wanted to listen to what money had to say. They were always too busy forming their own opinions and jumping to conclusions. She was just as guilty. Already she had done that with him when she mentioned his money talking for him. Mental note. Dont ever do that again. Gabriel didnt seem like the type to go around killing people. She didnt look at him and think he was some serial killer parading around as a normal man. By day rich, billionaire, handsome man. By night secret killer who gets away on his motorcycle. No. He couldnt be. So why was he ready to use his money for such a purpose? Had something pushed him over the edge? Mental note. Find out why he wants to do this during this month of getting to know each other. Metal note. Youre still forming opinions about him based on how he looks and his money. Really stop doing that. She laughed at his question. Cooking is an intimate action? Then tell me. Where does taking someones life rank on that same scale? Molly didnt really give him time to answer. She wasnt really expecting one anyway. Her gaze turned out to the ocean. The sun was rising ever higher, illuminating the water more, casting a bright glow. With her hand up over her eyes, she squinted as if looking for the next topic of conversation to appear over the horizone in the distance. Instead all that was visible were the boats preparing for parasailing with their eager, willing, tourist customers who had booked their little adventure weeks in advance. My mother and father came here when she was pregnant with me. Every time they try to take a vacation, get away for a few days, and stay at a hotel closer to the beach, my father always gets sick. Its a running joke among the various people in my family that he doesnt like the ocean, and thats his way of getting away from coming. Truth is I dont think my father hates it. I just think its bad luck. Seems to happen every time though. My mother was nine months pregnant with me when they came here. My father, of course, fell ill. She had to drive home, with her sick husband, while she was pregnant with me. Of course I dont remember it, but Ive heard the story. What I do remember is being a little girl and trying again. That particular year we got up early the next day, knowing we were going home because dad was sick. He was still sleeping when she brought me here. We sat right there, she pointed to place along the peir where wooden benches were attached near the railing of the pier. She got ice cream for me. It was breakfast, and she got me ice cream. Chocolate. She said later she wanted to do something special for me since we were forced to cut our vacation short. Thats mom, she shrugged, smiling. The beach is a special place for me Gaberial, and since were getting to know each other, I thought I would share that with you. Molly turned back towards him, still smiling. You said if there was any place I wanted to go that we could go there. Ive shared with you this place and why its important to me. Please. Would you do the same? She hadnt mentioned money yet. Frankly it didnt seem like the right time to her. That would come when the timing was right, and that was something they would both know. Come on man in black. Show me something from your world.