PROLOGUE B

I turned away quickly, fighting the urge to look again, it was deception smiling at me

"Give it to me Troy, I need it so badly," she said in a desperate voice.

"No ,no ,no, Daisel, No! We can't do this to her."

I felt her arms around my shoulders just like Alma used to , her left hand raced downwards to my front , I hadn't felt that way in a long time, I could feel heartbeat ,

"Please don't deny me, its the only way I could get over her through you sturbing the woman in me, I want to feel you Troy"

Her words just turned me on, she was good at it , I couldn't resist her , I turned and wildly kissed her ,she threw thighs round my waist and I carried her ,to the living room as she whispered dirty to me. I glanced at Alma's photos twice ,

I couldn't,

I couldn't just betray her, I should have mourned her enough,

It was hard to control myself as she kept touching it , I kissed her two times and got off her,

"No!"

I walked away to the bedroom to get my car keys , I could hear her calling my name, she ran after me to my room,

"Please, I'm already turned on Troy, don't hurt me"

She said as she pressed her thighs together, she so much needed that and I couldn't deny that I still wanted her. I pulled her by her waist and kissed her lips again, I unhooked her bra and saw a tattoo on the left side of her left boob!

I couldn't bring myself to suck the left one so the right boob felt my prowess as she moaned but not as angelic as Alma. She ripped my shirt and the cufflinks fell down with an echoing sound my eyes followed one rolling cufflink which made it's stop at my photo and Alma's.

How the fuck was it on the floor

I wanted to so much satisfy her but I found myself pushing off her and walking to pick the photo,

"One more time Daisel, we can't!" I picked up the photo and showed her, "This woman is my wife and your twin sister, and that bed you are lying on, is her matrimonial bed!"

She was touching herself so desperately,

"Let's do it on the floor then or the couch," she sounded extremely desperate, "I know you want it like I want it"

She really was on fire and mine was dying as I started imagining my Alma, I put the photograph on the cabinet and walked away while putting on my other shirt, I could hear her calling , desperately ,but the more she called the more I fastened .

I couldn't betray Alma on our matrimonial bed, furthermore with her twin sister.

No!

I drove down the street cursing myself for ever inviting her to dinner. Although Daisel's image of her sexy body drove me crazy, I couldn't drive crazy, I just drove slowly, listening to RnB songs whose songs were meant to apologize .

***

A week later I felt the urge to go through her notebook again, it was disturbing how much Alma's face looked serious during her last words , I contemplated on the words as I really tried hard to understand.

After a long time of my buddy giving me time to mourn , I decided to call him, Ethan was a genius and he could help me understand.

"Hello buddy,"

"Damn! Buddy ,long time ."

I could picture how happy he was, he never loved being sad, I could imagine how hard it was for him to be sad over my wife's death, the ever smiling happy guy.

" Ethan, hello is replied with hello, now give it a shot, 1,2,3, hello..."

"Silly, fucking hello! I missed you bro, how are you doing."

"Great. Let's catch up at our normal place."

"Sure, should I bring some aaaah, ....mmmh.. shawtys?"

"No, not for me."

"Okay as you say buddy."

We met up at Club Fantasy , he wasn't a type to resist ladies, he loved dancing and he was good at it, I remember feeling so jealous when Alma enjoyed dancing with him at the parties more than she enjoyed it with me .

But, she still was mine.

" So tell me, I'm happy you are getting over her ."

" No, not really...I've not gotten over her, exactly why I wanted to see you ."

"I know how hard it must be buddy, I got you"

"There's something crucial that Alma wrote in her notebook, she told me to find it."

"Where is it?"

"Home."

"I'm sleeping over Troy."

Soon we left for my place but Troy was too drunk to read anything, so we went to bed but I couldn't help but think about what she really meant.

It's Reverse!

Get it!

Continue!

I got up from my bed to have another look at it.

First page.

NOOM SLEDOM YCNEGA.

VOG Ekalb

Sgurd

Ekalb affair - llat ydal

SLEDOM are desu , sgurd tropsnart ,lanoitan tropria.....

I tried to figure out talking to myself,

"Oh my God, Alma what did you write, this is driving me crazy, okay lemmie try to think again..."

"Okay, reverse! continue, reverse, continue , reverse continue..." I repeated

Reverse!

I had been a dummy all that while , it was simple as Alma had written it in reverse.

Yes!

Finally!

I took a pen and wrote the story correctly in my notebook.

MOON MODELS AGENCY

Gov. Blake.

Drugs.

Blake ,affair -tall lady

Models are used, drug transport national airport.

Genius!

So now I found out what my wife was writing and investigating but then she wanted me to continue with the investigation which was so dangerous but if not for anything, I'll do it for the love of Journalism that she had.

She would tell me she had options to do prestigious courses like law , engineering ,medicine, name them but her heart was for Journalism...

"Love you see, in as much as the world can't rank Journalism among the prestigious courses, it will soon, journalists are powerful people, they have power to change the world , change opinions of the public, if there is anything I would advocate for in my carrier is freedom to publish evils of the so called great people just as we publish evils that our fellow citizens commit. You know to some point a citizen can justify their acts and say it's due to financial oppression that I'm a gangster, a thief, I do drugs, but big people have it all, they have all the money yet they use innocent citizens to gain more! Selfish...it's up to us Journalists and I won't let my fellow citizens down, I'll write and write no matter how dangerous it is."

She kept on telling me this until I memorized why she really wanted to be a top Journalist and she was , and not to let her down I'll drink of that dangerous cup.

I'll investigate!

It was already morning and I had to kick him up ,

"Wake up lazy, I found the answer to my questions"

"What!" He said in his horsy voice trying to fight sleep .

"Alma was investigating Governor Blake before she died!"

"What! Dude!" He got up, " From what I know no man jokes with him, damn Alma had endangered her life , d'you think her death was natural, like no game around it."

"Yes, it was early labor that killed her, "

"I know but they could have paid doctors to finish her off, you know powerful rich people!"

"No buddy, it was our family doctor, Kay, she loved Alma so much she couldn't kill her...she just died ."

"So what are we going to do?"

"She said I should continue the investigations"

"What! Not we ..you, you are going to investigate."

" Don't be scared like a little girl buddy."

" Blake is deadly! Don't joke."

"Whatever! I don't care, I'll do it for my wife , for the citizens and for my fulfillment, are you in or out."

"Argh ..okay...I'm in." He muttered.

***

She was now six months old in the grave but not even the sound of her laughter had faded from my mind, her image was still fresh.

I placed my red roses on her grave yard , remembering what she wanted me to do.

" So yesterday my love, I quit car racing and sought for a job as a chauffer for governor Blake. I hope I'll end up making you happy Alma. I love you so much"