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Authors: Eldia Sanchez
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rival classmate would most likely seek out revenge on Edmund in an academic setting. Money was a powerful motivator, perhaps the culprit was within the family, but there were certainly other ways to cut Edmund out of his inheritance. But why kill the two young prostitutes? It was possible the real killer was just using Edmund to cover up his tracks, but why him?
Kelly slammed his notebook shut in frustration. Stride was right: Kelly’s innocence depended on them catching the person who was trying to frame Edmund Stride. He had to have known him, Kelly thought. The killer had to have known Stride. Stride must have crossed the killer deeply in some way, for him to kill two innocent women and make it look like Stride’s doing. He had to have been close enough to Stride that he knew his schedule and the places he frequented. He had to have access to Stride’s clothing to place the playing deck. Finally, Kelly leaned back in his chair and considered the alternative motives, lust and jealousy. Why would a man be jealous or lust over Edmund Stride?
Kelly turned white as the revelation hit. He gazed down at a loose piece of parchment sticking out of the corner of his notebook, and his stomach churned intensely. Kelly threw on his jacket and dashed towards the street. There was one victim left. One final card to play. He had to get to Stride immediately.
It all began with the original sin, the original sinner , Kelly thought in disbelief as he ran through his front door. Kelly mumbled under his breath “It all began with Eve.”
When Edmund Stride arrived home from the secret meeting at the university, Addison was waiting for him, laying naked in his bed. Edmund startled at the sight of his unexpected visitor.
“Addison, what are you doing here?”
“ You’ve been distant lately my darling, and I missed feeling close to you,” she said, lifting off the covers and exposing her naked body. “I came to make love to my future husband.”
Stride lit up a cigarette, an d began to unbutton his collar. “I deeply apologize my darling, but this really isn’t the best time. I’m not quite myself today.”
Addison stood up and slinked towards him, while the setting sun’s rays danced across her perfect body. She took his face in her hands but he looked away, “You look upset my darling.”
Stride grabbed her by the wrists, attempting to push her away until his hand caressed her supple breast. Against his better judgment, he paused, briefly captivated by her exquisite form, and as she pressed herself against him, his angst began to slowly melt away. Addison had always rejected his advances, yet ironically here she was--- at the worst possible moment--- ready to give herself over to him. Something about her demeanor had changed.
She took the cigarette from between his lips and inhaled deeply, blowing a line of smoke up into the air. A trace of a smile crossed Edmund’s lips and he saw Addison in a new light. She was no longer the naïve, innocent beauty he had felt forced into marrying. She was the deviant mistress he wanted to ravish. Maybe he had doubted her ability to keep him occupied, to change him; but as he stared deeply into her eyes, he thought, just for a moment, that maybe the kind, beautiful---and in this moment, cunning---Addison Wilkes could be the one to save him.
Addison stubbed the cigarette out on his desk, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Her tongue curled inside of his mouth, and her delicate chin rubbed against his scruff as she kissed him. Edmund’s hands roamed freely up her back and down her ass for the first time since they had been together. Her body was positively captivating.
“Are you try ing to seduce me?” he asked as he pulled away.
Addison slinked behind his back and stuck her hand down the front of his trousers, massaging his growing erection. Edmund placed his hand on hers as she rubbed, until Addison whispered. “Let me take care of you.”
Edmund turned to face her as she
Kelly slammed his notebook shut in frustration. Stride was right: Kelly’s innocence depended on them catching the person who was trying to frame Edmund Stride. He had to have known him, Kelly thought. The killer had to have known Stride. Stride must have crossed the killer deeply in some way, for him to kill two innocent women and make it look like Stride’s doing. He had to have been close enough to Stride that he knew his schedule and the places he frequented. He had to have access to Stride’s clothing to place the playing deck. Finally, Kelly leaned back in his chair and considered the alternative motives, lust and jealousy. Why would a man be jealous or lust over Edmund Stride?
Kelly turned white as the revelation hit. He gazed down at a loose piece of parchment sticking out of the corner of his notebook, and his stomach churned intensely. Kelly threw on his jacket and dashed towards the street. There was one victim left. One final card to play. He had to get to Stride immediately.
It all began with the original sin, the original sinner , Kelly thought in disbelief as he ran through his front door. Kelly mumbled under his breath “It all began with Eve.”
When Edmund Stride arrived home from the secret meeting at the university, Addison was waiting for him, laying naked in his bed. Edmund startled at the sight of his unexpected visitor.
“Addison, what are you doing here?”
“ You’ve been distant lately my darling, and I missed feeling close to you,” she said, lifting off the covers and exposing her naked body. “I came to make love to my future husband.”
Stride lit up a cigarette, an d began to unbutton his collar. “I deeply apologize my darling, but this really isn’t the best time. I’m not quite myself today.”
Addison stood up and slinked towards him, while the setting sun’s rays danced across her perfect body. She took his face in her hands but he looked away, “You look upset my darling.”
Stride grabbed her by the wrists, attempting to push her away until his hand caressed her supple breast. Against his better judgment, he paused, briefly captivated by her exquisite form, and as she pressed herself against him, his angst began to slowly melt away. Addison had always rejected his advances, yet ironically here she was--- at the worst possible moment--- ready to give herself over to him. Something about her demeanor had changed.
She took the cigarette from between his lips and inhaled deeply, blowing a line of smoke up into the air. A trace of a smile crossed Edmund’s lips and he saw Addison in a new light. She was no longer the naïve, innocent beauty he had felt forced into marrying. She was the deviant mistress he wanted to ravish. Maybe he had doubted her ability to keep him occupied, to change him; but as he stared deeply into her eyes, he thought, just for a moment, that maybe the kind, beautiful---and in this moment, cunning---Addison Wilkes could be the one to save him.
Addison stubbed the cigarette out on his desk, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Her tongue curled inside of his mouth, and her delicate chin rubbed against his scruff as she kissed him. Edmund’s hands roamed freely up her back and down her ass for the first time since they had been together. Her body was positively captivating.
“Are you try ing to seduce me?” he asked as he pulled away.
Addison slinked behind his back and stuck her hand down the front of his trousers, massaging his growing erection. Edmund placed his hand on hers as she rubbed, until Addison whispered. “Let me take care of you.”
Edmund turned to face her as she