Who Killed Sheila

Sheila Hunter got out of her car and went into her mansion type home where here hallway was done in sandalwood panelling. A table stood to her left where her mail was put everyday. An oval shape mirror hung above it and landscape scenery decorated the right wall, yet there were no pictures of family members. Sheila picked up her mail from the table and went into her living-room where she sat down on the sofa and kicked her shoes off. Sheila being so frustrated threw her mail on the coffee table, then she called to her maid Frances. Sheila was thinking of firing Frances for not doing her jobs around the mansion and she treated Sheila like she was some deadly disease. Sheila yelled louder this time and Frances came running and apologized for not come sooner as Frances told her that she was on the phone with a friend. Sheila reminded her that no personal calls were to be made on Sheila time. “I’m sorry, Ms. Hunter it won’t happen again,” said Frances. “Were there any calls for me?” questioned Sheila sharply as she looked at Frances and was told her publisher had called about her new book. Frances also told her that a Mrs. Thatcher called to invite Sheila to dinner that very night and so did Mr. Conrad, Sheila’s latest boyfriend. Frances told Sheila the message that Ron Conrad had told her. Sheila was to meet him at their usual place and that it was important that he talk to her. “Thanks, Frances. Now could you go run me a bath and put some of my lavender bath crystals in my bath water, then she told Frances that she could leave, but she was to be there in the morning for eight o’clock sharp. “Not too hot this time, just make it temp for me,” said Sheila as Frances left the room and went to run Sheila’s bath for her. Later that evening around seven o’clock in just her bath robe on her refreshing body. Sheila went to her closet where she took out her long black sequin gown with the very low cut front that went almost to her waist. It also had a very large slit up the right side of the gown. Before she put on her gown on she slipped into her black satin thong undies, then she slipped on her black silk pantyhose, she slipped into her gown and for a finishing touch she slipped into her silver – heeled sandals. Sheila sat in front of her vanity where she placed her diamond heart necklace around her neck and she put the matching earrings on that Ron had given to her as a gift. When Sheila had finished she went downstairs where she grabbed her mink stole and her keys after she had set the alarm. Sheila drove to the restaurant to meet her lover Ron Conrad where they would always meet accidentally and have dinner together secretly because he was married to Elaine and Ron was running for the senate, so they had to keep their affair a secret. Sheila arrived and the maitre’ came over and took her stole from her very politely and he took her to Ron’s table where she sat down and ordered a double martini, then he left their table before Ron finally spoke to her. “I’m so glad you’re here darling and very beautiful tonight as always.” “Thank you darling. I’ve missed you to so much,” said Sheila as she leaned over and kissed him, knowing fully well that he would get very upset with her. ”Damn it Sheila, stop that,” said Ron sharply as he looked around the restaurant. “Well, well, aren’t we touchy this evening,” remarked Sheila smugly as Ron glared at her. ‘Sheila, we have some serious talking to do, tonight,” remarked Ron very softly, so that know one else heard him only Sheila. “Well, darling, this talk does sound very mysterious,” said Sheila teasingly as she gave Ron one of her big smiles, but he did not know that behind that smile Sheila was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at a moments notice. “Could, we leave now,” questioned Ron a little impatiently. “After we eat, I’m starving,” answered Sheila stalling for time, because she knew that he planned to end their affair, but she was going to make sure that he knows that her new book was going to expose his dirty dealings behind the other Public Officials backs. This would be her revenge on him for dumping her. She hated to admit it, but she was going to end it herself. She had fallen’ in love with him, but now the love was dying fast, because she was falling in love with her new publisher Leonard Farmsworth.