Chapter Two

Elegance can be such a simple thing. One of the world’s richest women sits before me dressed in a black cashmere turtleneck sweater and maroon skirt. That’s it. Expensive pearls are the only hint of wealth. The string of identical white spheres draws attention from firm breasts, which nicely plump the front of her sweater. She wears no brassiere...it is not needed.

She slides open the flat writing drawer on the top left side of the desk, turns and leans back in the chair, raising her legs to place her booted calves on the surface. Her athletic but feminine gams fill the knee-high coverings of soft leather. Her form is obviously the product of many hours of exercise...or labor. Mrs. Fenwick is beguiling with a shapeliness she chooses to cloak.

She positions herself so that to look at me she turns her head slightly to the right. To look at Henry she merely needs to glance to the left.

We perfunctorily introduced ourselves after her fascinating explanation of Henry’s...shall I term it, jewelry? I plunge into the purpose of my visit.

As an experienced interviewer I know I can segue into the subject of Henry at any time. I decide to get over the potential ‘speed bumps’ first, then later lead into this amazing display of Mrs. Fenwick’s feminine power and control hanging erect and helpless from the brass pipe.

“We preliminarily assembled various background information, Mrs. Fenwick. What strikes me, I guess would strike anyone, is that in going through the limited material there are unexplained circumstances concerning the death of your husband. Wealthy, relatively young, recently overcoming cancer at the time of his demise...yet it appears he killed himself.”

“Please call me Carlotta, Joan.

“It was never concluded that his death was a suicide. The official coroner’s report reads ‘accidental death with contributory causes’.”

“But he was found hanging by a rope in a room locked from the inside.”

Mrs. Fenwick smiles then laughs softly as she gracefully pulls her legs back and stands.

“You need to have a basic understanding of the male anatomy.”

She steps to Henry’s side and turns toward me.

“You see how firmly and proudly he stands?”

I nod. Henry is indeed firm and his erection has not wavered since the nurse pulled away the stool.

“An interesting male phenomenon. Much