Love Game

Carolyn Brownsell carriewhite70@hotmail.com

She withdrew from the window. No one must see her. The night seemed
quiet but you could never be sure. Her lover would be arriving soon
and, although it was no secret, she herself had not quite accepted it
in her mind. It wasn't the fact she had a lover but what it meant. She
shook her head. No one must know. No one must see. She glimpsed a flash
of light on glass and her excitement rose once more. She moved away and
slowly made her way to the back door. There would be no interruptions
tonight. She had made sure of that. It was her intention that this
would be the most erotic night of her life and her lover would always
be with her. To share it. To cherish its memory. She heard the door
open and she went through to meet her lover.

'Hi baby&;#8230;Have you missed me?' Carlie lifted her chin up to
receive a kiss she knew would be so soft and sweet. Her lovers' breath
was warm against her cheek as her lips moved softly, gently towards
Carlies' upturned mouth. Their breath mingled together as the heat rose
in Carlies' body, almost making her gasp with the shock. She grabbed
her lover's hand and led her to the living room.

Carlie had made sure that everything was perfect for their night of
passion. She had lit a fire and had laid a soft rug in front of it.
Wine was chilling on the table beside her chair and 2 glasses reflected
the flickering flames of the fire. They both sat in front of the fire.
It wasn't too close to be hot but just warm enough to be
comfortable.
'You are so beautiful my honey. I'm so lucky to have found you. I want
to be with you forever.' Carlie listened as her lover repeated the same
words that they used every time they met, as if in ritual. It was
almost like a game, and she was determined to win. She breathed deeply
taking in every word that was heavy with desire. 'Speak my name baby.
Tell me you love me.'

Carlie sighed. Now it was her turn. 'Christine. Take me. I'm all yours.
Show me what love means.' Chris moved forward, closer and gently
started to unbutton Carlies' blouse. The skin that was revealed was
shiny with perspiration. She could smell the desire rising with the
heat radiating from her lovers' body, as she removed the clothing with
ease. Christine placed her lips on Carlies' skin, tasting and licking,
her tongue drawing a path down towards the erect nipples poking through
the sheer fabric of the bra. Carlie threw her head back, her breathing
heavy and deep, a moan escaping through her parted lips. Her nipples
were being sucked through her bra. She could feel herself yearning for
them to escape and to be licked and nibbled in the way she had come to
love, expect and anticipate . She felt herself being pushed back to lie
down on the rug. Her bra was expertly removed and her breasts reflected
the soft, warm glow from the fire. Her lover's lips found her left
nipple and licked around ,teasing and playing with it. Carlie could
hardly contain her cry as it was taken into Christine's' warm mouth. It
was becoming unbearable as her whole body ached to be touched and
kissed. She could feel the moistness between her legs as the lips
descended. Her stomach quivered with anticipation, this giving more
pleasure than the actual touch, if such a thing was possible. She was
lost in another world. All sounds from the house and those carried on
the cold night air ceased to matter or even exist. She must keep
focused though. It was too good an opportunity to miss. It was hard but
it had to be done.
Now the lips had found her sex probing and drinking in her scent and
her fluids. She knew exactly the pattern that the lips would make.
Bringing her to the point of no return over and over again. Carlie did
not want to be released. Not yet. That was for later when she was
giving pleasure to Christine. Christine was an older and much more
experienced lover. She knew all the right places to stimulate and took
great delight in showing Carlie how it should be done. She was a good
teacher and Carlie her willing pupil.

This was the first female lover that Carlie had had. She had been wary
at first. Never before had she had feelings for another woman like
this. It seemed strange to her but not unnatural. Her body had been
awakened from the long sleep it had had. Her husband had lost the
desire to have sex and Carlies' body had gotten used to the lack of
attention. She had never had a strong sex drive and so she didn't think
it odd to go without.

Then Christine came into her life. Flirting and teasing with her in
full view of her workmates. Luckily, they didn't seem to notice. Carlie
had eventually succumbed to Christine's persistence when she cornered
her in the stationary cupboard. Carlie had turned round and had found
Christine's lips inches from her own. It seem natural to kiss. It had
eventually gone from there. Their loving finding the way to Carlies'
home at night whilst her husband was at work. Until now.

Her husband had decided to stay at home tonight wanting a rest from the
endless nights of work and boredom. Carlie had panicked and had to
think fast on how to remove him from the house in time for her lover to
arrive. She had done it, but only just, having minutes to spare.

Having taken her to the brink yet again, Christine withdrew and
kneeling over Carlie she whispered 'I'm ready for you now honey. Let us
ride together, hun' She brushed her lips gently over Carlies' and
waited for her to open her eyes. Christine saw something different in
those eyes. For a fleeting second she saw, not longing or desire, but
what? She couldn't be sure but it unnerved her slightly. She thought
she had imagined it because she looked again and it had gone. 'Ok, I'll
take you and you'll never want to return.' Carlie whispered, drawing
her fingernail across her lover's cheek. The desire was back, stronger
than ever before. It was in her touch, her smile and the way her body
moved. Taking hold of the older woman shoulders' she pulled herself up
until they were both sitting, inches away from one another. 'You are so
beautiful, I have never met anyone so sensual and uninhibited as you.
What are you doing with me. You could have your pick, any one you
wanted. So why me?' Christine sighed. She shook her head in
disbelief.
'You should never question the motives or desires of others. It's all
in the heart; it can't be controlled. All I have done is brought you
out of yourself. You needed to be loved and wanted. Your whole self
cried out for it. You should never have accepted your partners'
disinterest. You have your needs. They should always be met. And why
not? What other pleasure can a woman have? So don't doubt me or my
feelings for you. Accept them and take pleasure in them.' Doubts
started to creep into Carlies' mind.

Tonight, Christine seemed stronger and more self-assured. Carlie
doubted her plan would work. She glanced at the bottle of wine. It was
almost empty. She got up to walk to the kitchen. 'Wine. We need more
wine. Don't go away.' She blew a kiss and made her way down the steps
to the cellar. Her husband was a wine connoisseur. Expensive vintage
and cheap bottles of plonk were lined up neatly in a rack against the
far wall. She made her way to the wine and knelt down looking for a
strong but pleasant wine. She withdrew her favourite a Chardonnay and
smiled softly to herself. This was perfect.

Placing the opened bottle of wine on the floor, Carlie sat down beside
Christine. 'So where's the old man tonight, then?' She couldn't believe
how many excuses Carlie had come up with to get him out the house so
frequently. 'Oh out with mates, I'd expect. He's such a lamb. He goes
without question or argument. I think he is relieved to get out the
house sometimes anyway. We don't talk much any more. He's changed he's
not the same man.'
'Could it be that you are the one that has changed? That you are no
longer the same?'
Carlie glanced up. Was it? She thought back over the years and thought,
it could be true. Maybe then she been hard on her husband. It was her
fault that things had gone sour. Perhaps his feelings had changed for
her because she was no longer the woman he had married. She found it
hard to believe she had changed that much. But it was possible.
'So what do I do? Do I try and make things good again or do I leave and
find someone else?'
'Only you can decide that for yourself. Give it time. Have some fun
first. You need it.'
Christine was right. But why were they talking about this. Carlie knew
that it would never happen that way. She played along though just to
try and kill some time. The bottle of Cardonnay stood untouched.
Christine's' glass was still half full. It was going so painfully slow.
'Hey, drink up babes!' Carlie tried to lighten the mood, it was getting
too heavy and intense. The desire was slowly beginning to fade. All the
hard work was being undone. Carlie glanced at her clock on the
mantelpiece. Time was moving. She couldn't move things too fast
otherwise it would look odd and might disrupt events/plans. She hated
this. Why couldn't it be easier. All the times that she could have
carried out her plan before. But no, it hadn't been the right time
then. Things had to be right. So right
Christine downed her wine in one go. 'Sorry hun, I just want you to be
happy in life. So what have you brought up from that cellar of yours?
Ooooh lovely my favourite! You have good taste. Some of your hubby's
expertise must be rubbing off on you.' She poured them both a glass and
sat down again. 'So where were we?' she breathed. Rubbing Carlies' legs
moving upwards towards her being, she leant forward and took the wine
glass from her hand. Taking a swig herself, she placed hers on the
floor and taking Carlies' face in the palm of her hand, kissed her
deeply and long. Her tongue probed deep into the recesses of the
other's mouth. The kiss becoming more urgent, more passionate.
Everything, again, seemed forgotten, as they became closer in body and
mind&;#8230;Carlie rolled over on top of Christine, pressing her
body firmly into hers'. Feeling Christine's breasts soft against her
own increased her desire.

She soon, however, noticed a strange tingling sensation in her mouth.
It was uncomfortable and it started to become stronger. She grimaced.
'What's up, hun?' Christine looked concerned. It had started she
thought. She was amazed at how quick it was. Carlie scrambled up. She
stumbled to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of cold water. She
gulped it down, trying to remove the burning in her mouth and throat.
She was aware of water trickling down the side of her face as she was
unable to keep the water in her mouth. Her tongue had become numb, very
similar to the feeling that you get from going to the dentist for a
tooth extraction. It felt like she had been injected with the Novacaine
that was used to block the pain. Christine had followed her to the
kitchen. She encouraged Carlie to sit down at the kitchen table. 'What
do you feel? Tell me!' Carlie tried to speak but all that came out was
a mumble. She reached for a pen and paper and started to scribble down
what she felt. She pushed it across to Christine. It read:' I feel
terrible. My whole throat and face is on fire and I'm frightened. What
have you done?' Christine glanced up at Carlie. 'What do you mean, what
have I done? I haven't done anything!' Carlie didn't know what to feel.
She felt scared. Something was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be the
one&;#8230;A wave of nausea suddenly hit her. Her thoughts were
interrupted as the feelings increased in intensity. Her hand flew up to
her mouth. Oh Christ! She made her way to the sink, hurriedly moving
things out of the way. She almost bent double as a strong wave overcame
her. She felt so ill now. All she wanted was to relieve her stomach of
its burden. It just seemed to go on forever. Threatening to unload but
never quite happening. She felt herself become weak. Then, without
warning, emptied the contents of her stomach, so violently she thought
her whole insides were turning inside out. Then she collapsed. She
realized that she could no longer see very well. No matter how hard she
rubbed her eyes, her vision didn't clear. Christine knelt beside her.
'We need to get you to bed. Come on girl, up you come.' Taking hold of
her underneath her arms she hauled Carlie up until she was standing,
supported by her lover.

Slowly they made their way to the bedroom where she was helped into
bed. ' I'm going to ring for a Doctor ok? I don't like what I'm seeing
baby.' Carlie nodded as best as she could. She didn't want to be left
alone but knew she needed help, whatever. Another wave of nausea
overcame her. She looked up at Christine and her whole face pleaded
with her for help. 'I'll get a bowl, hold on.' Carlie indicated that
there was one in the bedroom. Though she didn't think she could hold
on. As quickly as she had gone Christine was back, just in time as
Carlie got rid of the remaining contents of her stomach. She lay back
down totally exhausted. She seemed to have trouble drawing breath.
Christine had noted the change in breathing patterns. To start with
Carlies' breathing had been rapid, now it had slowed quite
dramatically. She knew herself that it was too late for a Doctor but
she made her way downstairs to call one anyway.
Random thoughts started to run round Carlies' head as she lay. The
tables had turned, but why? She'd probably never know. She no longer
felt happy in Christine's company and actually welcomed the time alone.
She knew she was dying and she accepted it. Her whole chest felt tight
and her breathing was uncomfortable and laboured. Christine's footsteps
sounded on the stairs as she returned to Carlie. As Carlie lost
consciousness the last thing she saw was the smile on Christine's
face.

Christine left hurriedly, early the next morning.
The last thing that she wanted was millions of questions about why she
was there. As far as she knew no one on the estate knew of her
existence and it was better if it was kept that way. She had gone back
to her flat in the city, and had got ready to go to work as
normal.

She had been surprised, therefore, one day, when two detectives had
turned up at her desk with her boss, Marcia.
A witness on the estate had apparently spotted her hurried exit on
that morning a week ago. It was part of the neighbourhood watch scheme.
In her haste she had mistakenly left the front door open and the
neighbour had gone in to investigate. The police, had been
called.

The truth finally emerged when Christine was questioned in connection
with the deaths'. Carlies' husband's body was found in the couple's
deep freeze in the garage. A deep pit, dug in the cellar was,
obviously, where it was going to end up eventually. Love letters' had
been found in the study written by Christine to Carlie's husband Derek.
They were explicit.

Christine and Derek had set the trap for Carlie, choosing a wine that
Derek knew Carlie would pick She hadn't noticed the tiny prick in the
top of the cork. It had been her favourite. The poison aconite had been
injected into the bottle and then placed back onto the rack. Christine
had followed Carlie down into the cellar to make sure that she had
picked the poisoned bottle. That had been proved unnecessary as Derek,
obviously, knew his wife well. Christine had killed Carlie in revenge
for her lover's death. Carlies' plan had gone badly wrong and she,
herself, had become the victim not the perpetrator.

Carolyn Brownsell carriewhite70@hotmail.com

She withdrew from the window. No one must see her. The night seemed
quiet but you could never be sure. Her lover would be arriving soon
and, although it was no secret, she herself had not quite accepted it
in her mind. It wasn't the fact she had a lover but what it meant. She
shook her head. No one must know. No one must see. She glimpsed a flash
of light on glass and her excitement rose once more. She moved away and
slowly made her way to the back door. There would be no interruptions
tonight. She had made sure of that. It was her intention that this
would be the most erotic night of her life and her lover would always
be with her. To share it. To cherish its memory. She heard the door
open and she went through to meet her lover.

'Hi baby&;#8230;Have you missed me?' Carlie lifted her chin up to
receive a kiss she knew would be so soft and sweet. Her lovers' breath
was warm against her cheek as her lips moved softly, gently towards
Carlies' upturned mouth. Their breath mingled together as the heat rose
in Carlies' body, almost making her gasp with the shock. She grabbed
her lover's hand and led her to the living room.

Carlie had made sure that everything was perfect for their night of
passion. She had lit a fire and had laid a soft rug in front of it.
Wine was chilling on the table beside her chair and 2 glasses reflected
the flickering flames of the fire. They both sat in front of the fire.
It wasn't too close to be hot but just warm enough to be
comfortable.
'You are so beautiful my honey. I'm so lucky to have found you. I want
to be with you forever.' Carlie listened as her lover repeated the same
words that they used every time they met, as if in ritual. It was
almost like a game, and she was determined to win. She breathed deeply
taking in every word that was heavy with desire. 'Speak my name baby.
Tell me you love me.'

Carlie sighed. Now it was her turn. 'Christine. Take me. I'm all yours.
Show me what love means.' Chris moved forward, closer and gently
started to unbutton Carlies' blouse. The skin that was revealed was
shiny with perspiration. She could smell the desire rising with the
heat radiating from her lovers' body, as she removed the clothing with
ease. Christine placed her lips on Carlies' skin, tasting and licking,
her tongue drawing a path down towards the erect nipples poking through
the sheer fabric of the bra. Carlie threw her head back, her breathing
heavy and deep, a moan escaping through her parted lips. Her nipples
were being sucked through her bra. She could feel herself yearning for
them to escape and to be licked and nibbled in the way she had come to
love, expect and anticipate . She felt herself being pushed back to lie
down on the rug. Her bra was expertly removed and her breasts reflected
the soft, warm glow from the fire. Her lover's lips found her left
nipple and licked around ,teasing and playing with it. Carlie could
hardly contain her cry as it was taken into Christine's' warm mouth. It
was becoming unbearable as her whole body ached to be touched and
kissed. She could feel the moistness between her legs as the lips
descended. Her stomach quivered with anticipation, this giving more
pleasure than the actual touch, if such a thing was possible. She was
lost in another world. All sounds from the house and those carried on
the cold night air ceased to matter or even exist. She must keep
focused though. It was too good an opportunity to miss. It was hard but
it had to be done.
Now the lips had found her sex probing and drinking in her scent and
her fluids. She knew exactly the pattern that the lips would make.
Bringing her to the point of no return over and over again. Carlie did
not want to be released. Not yet. That was for later when she was
giving pleasure to Christine. Christine was an older and much more
experienced lover. She knew all the right places to stimulate and took
great delight in showing Carlie how it should be done. She was a good
teacher and Carlie her willing pupil.

This was the first female lover that Carlie had had. She had been wary
at first. Never before had she had feelings for another woman like
this. It seemed strange to her but not unnatural. Her body had been
awakened from the long sleep it had had. Her husband had lost the
desire to have sex and Carlies' body had gotten used to the lack of
attention. She had never had a strong sex drive and so she didn't think
it odd to go without.

Then Christine came into her life. Flirting and teasing with her in
full view of her workmates. Luckily, they didn't seem to notice. Carlie
had eventually succumbed to Christine's persistence when she cornered
her in the stationary cupboard. Carlie had turned round and had found
Christine's lips inches from her own. It seem natural to kiss. It had
eventually gone from there. Their loving finding the way to Carlies'
home at night whilst her husband was at work. Until now.

Her husband had decided to stay at home tonight wanting a rest from the
endless nights of work and boredom. Carlie had panicked and had to
think fast on how to remove him from the house in time for her lover to
arrive. She had done it, but only just, having minutes to spare.

Having taken her to the brink yet again, Christine withdrew and
kneeling over Carlie she whispered 'I'm ready for you now honey. Let us
ride together, hun' She brushed her lips gently over Carlies' and
waited for her to open her eyes. Christine saw something different in
those eyes. For a fleeting second she saw, not longing or desire, but
what? She couldn't be sure but it unnerved her slightly. She thought
she had imagined it because she looked again and it had gone. 'Ok, I'll
take you and you'll never want to return.' Carlie whispered, drawing
her fingernail across her lover's cheek. The desire was back, stronger
than ever before. It was in her touch, her smile and the way her body
moved. Taking hold of the older woman shoulders' she pulled herself up
until they were both sitting, inches away from one another. 'You are so
beautiful, I have never met anyone so sensual and uninhibited as you.
What are you doing with me. You could have your pick, any one you
wanted. So why me?' Christine sighed. She shook her head in
disbelief.
'You should never question the motives or desires of others. It's all
in the heart; it can't be controlled. All I have done is brought you
out of yourself. You needed to be loved and wanted. Your whole self
cried out for it. You should never have accepted your partners'
disinterest. You have your needs. They should always be met. And why
not? What other pleasure can a woman have? So don't doubt me or my
feelings for you. Accept them and take pleasure in them.' Doubts
started to creep into Carlies' mind.

Tonight, Christine seemed stronger and more self-assured. Carlie
doubted her plan would work. She glanced at the bottle of wine. It was
almost empty. She got up to walk to the kitchen. 'Wine. We need more
wine. Don't go away.' She blew a kiss and made her way down the steps
to the cellar. Her husband was a wine connoisseur. Expensive vintage
and cheap bottles of plonk were lined up neatly in a rack against the
far wall. She made her way to the wine and knelt down looking for a
strong but pleasant wine. She withdrew her favourite a Chardonnay and
smiled softly to herself. This was perfect.

Placing the opened bottle of wine on the floor, Carlie sat down beside
Christine. 'So where's the old man tonight, then?' She couldn't believe
how many excuses Carlie had come up with to get him out the house so
frequently. 'Oh out with mates, I'd expect. He's such a lamb. He goes
without question or argument. I think he is relieved to get out the
house sometimes anyway. We don't talk much any more. He's changed he's
not the same man.'
'Could it be that you are the one that has changed? That you are no
longer the same?'
Carlie glanced up. Was it? She thought back over the years and thought,
it could be true. Maybe then she been hard on her husband. It was her
fault that things had gone sour. Perhaps his feelings had changed for
her because she was no longer the woman he had married. She found it
hard to believe she had changed that much. But it was possible.
'So what do I do? Do I try and make things good again or do I leave and
find someone else?'
'Only you can decide that for yourself. Give it time. Have some fun
first. You need it.'
Christine was right. But why were they talking about this. Carlie knew
that it would never happen that way. She played along though just to
try and kill some time. The bottle of Cardonnay stood untouched.
Christine's' glass was still half full. It was going so painfully slow.
'Hey, drink up babes!' Carlie tried to lighten the mood, it was getting
too heavy and intense. The desire was slowly beginning to fade. All the
hard work was being undone. Carlie glanced at her clock on the
mantelpiece. Time was moving. She couldn't move things too fast
otherwise it would look odd and might disrupt events/plans. She hated
this. Why couldn't it be easier. All the times that she could have
carried out her plan before. But no, it hadn't been the right time
then. Things had to be right. So right
Christine downed her wine in one go. 'Sorry hun, I just want you to be
happy in life. So what have you brought up from that cellar of yours?
Ooooh lovely my favourite! You have good taste. Some of your hubby's
expertise must be rubbing off on you.' She poured them both a glass and
sat down again. 'So where were we?' she breathed. Rubbing Carlies' legs
moving upwards towards her being, she leant forward and took the wine
glass from her hand. Taking a swig herself, she placed hers on the
floor and taking Carlies' face in the palm of her hand, kissed her
deeply and long. Her tongue probed deep into the recesses of the
other's mouth. The kiss becoming more urgent, more passionate.
Everything, again, seemed forgotten, as they became closer in body and
mind&;#8230;Carlie rolled over on top of Christine, pressing her
body firmly into hers'. Feeling Christine's breasts soft against her
own increased her desire.

She soon, however, noticed a strange tingling sensation in her mouth.
It was uncomfortable and it started to become stronger. She grimaced.
'What's up, hun?' Christine looked concerned. It had started she
thought. She was amazed at how quick it was. Carlie scrambled up. She
stumbled to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of cold water. She
gulped it down, trying to remove the burning in her mouth and throat.
She was aware of water trickling down the side of her face as she was
unable to keep the water in her mouth. Her tongue had become numb, very
similar to the feeling that you get from going to the dentist for a
tooth extraction. It felt like she had been injected with the Novacaine
that was used to block the pain. Christine had followed her to the
kitchen. She encouraged Carlie to sit down at the kitchen table. 'What
do you feel? Tell me!' Carlie tried to speak but all that came out was
a mumble. She reached for a pen and paper and started to scribble down
what she felt. She pushed it across to Christine. It read:' I feel
terrible. My whole throat and face is on fire and I'm frightened. What
have you done?' Christine glanced up at Carlie. 'What do you mean, what
have I done? I haven't done anything!' Carlie didn't know what to feel.
She felt scared. Something was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be the
one&;#8230;A wave of nausea suddenly hit her. Her thoughts were
interrupted as the feelings increased in intensity. Her hand flew up to
her mouth. Oh Christ! She made her way to the sink, hurriedly moving
things out of the way. She almost bent double as a strong wave overcame
her. She felt so ill now. All she wanted was to relieve her stomach of
its burden. It just seemed to go on forever. Threatening to unload but
never quite happening. She felt herself become weak. Then, without
warning, emptied the contents of her stomach, so violently she thought
her whole insides were turning inside out. Then she collapsed. She
realized that she could no longer see very well. No matter how hard she
rubbed her eyes, her vision didn't clear. Christine knelt beside her.
'We need to get you to bed. Come on girl, up you come.' Taking hold of
her underneath her arms she hauled Carlie up until she was standing,
supported by her lover.

Slowly they made their way to the bedroom where she was helped into
bed. ' I'm going to ring for a Doctor ok? I don't like what I'm seeing
baby.' Carlie nodded as best as she could. She didn't want to be left
alone but knew she needed help, whatever. Another wave of nausea
overcame her. She looked up at Christine and her whole face pleaded
with her for help. 'I'll get a bowl, hold on.' Carlie indicated that
there was one in the bedroom. Though she didn't think she could hold
on. As quickly as she had gone Christine was back, just in time as
Carlie got rid of the remaining contents of her stomach. She lay back
down totally exhausted. She seemed to have trouble drawing breath.
Christine had noted the change in breathing patterns. To start with
Carlies' breathing had been rapid, now it had slowed quite
dramatically. She knew herself that it was too late for a Doctor but
she made her way downstairs to call one anyway.
Random thoughts started to run round Carlies' head as she lay. The
tables had turned, but why? She'd probably never know. She no longer
felt happy in Christine's company and actually welcomed the time alone.
She knew she was dying and she accepted it. Her whole chest felt tight
and her breathing was uncomfortable and laboured. Christine's footsteps
sounded on the stairs as she returned to Carlie. As Carlie lost
consciousness the last thing she saw was the smile on Christine's
face.

Christine left hurriedly, early the next morning.
The last thing that she wanted was millions of questions about why she
was there. As far as she knew no one on the estate knew of her
existence and it was better if it was kept that way. She had gone back
to her flat in the city, and had got ready to go to work as
normal.

She had been surprised, therefore, one day, when two detectives had
turned up at her desk with her boss, Marcia.
A witness on the estate had apparently spotted her hurried exit on
that morning a week ago. It was part of the neighbourhood watch scheme.
In her haste she had mistakenly left the front door open and the
neighbour had gone in to investigate. The police, had been
called.

The truth finally emerged when Christine was questioned in connection
with the deaths'. Carlies' husband's body was found in the couple's
deep freeze in the garage. A deep pit, dug in the cellar was,
obviously, where it was going to end up eventually. Love letters' had
been found in the study written by Christine to Carlie's husband Derek.
They were explicit.

Christine and Derek had set the trap for Carlie, choosing a wine that
Derek knew Carlie would pick She hadn't noticed the tiny prick in the
top of the cork. It had been her favourite. The poison aconite had been
injected into the bottle and then placed back onto the rack. Christine
had followed Carlie down into the cellar to make sure that she had
picked the poisoned bottle. That had been proved unnecessary as Derek,
obviously, knew his wife well. Christine had killed Carlie in revenge
for her lover's death. Carlies' plan had gone badly wrong and she,
herself, had become the victim not the perpetrator.