D is for Defenestration
Chapter 1 of 3
By: Anonymous. Honest, I don't know where it came from, it just appeared on my computer fully formed and beta'd. Have I ever lied to you? In the past five minutes?
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor am I making a profit.
Rating: T
Warning One: Character Death, dealt with in an inappropriate manner.
Warning Two: Killing the Author won't do you any good.
Warning Three: Won't do the author any good, either.
Susan Berry perched on a bench, writing into one of her multitude of notebooks. No one paid much attention to her, people writing in notebooks was not exactly a novelty on the Cal Sci campus.
Nor did the backpack on the bench beside her attract attention. With all the books and other gear students were forced to haul from pillar to post, everybody had some sort of luggage.
Nobody would have even thought about the fact that Susan's backpack contained several changes of clothing and several hats. The wigs, on the other hand, my have aroused interest. She changed often to prevent anyone from noticing that she was staking out the Lorden math building.
Not that he would notice, she thought bitterly. She could pose in the nude and that oblivious idiot savant wouldn't drag his nose from his book long enough to look at her. Or drag his eyes off that brazen hussy of his, she added with a frown.
She wrote several vitriolic paragraphs about that cheap slut who had come between her and her man. She had some very interesting and painfully lethal plans for the over made up bimbo.
Charlie belonged with her. They'd have such wonderful babies together, with their combined brains and her good looks.
Charlie had offered to come to England once. Then he had turned down her marriage proposal. At first, she'd thought that the ungrateful cad just didn't appreciate how lucky he was that she was willing to marry beneath herself.
Not being stupid, Susan had eventually divined the answer. Some jezebel had come between her and her man. That's why she had begun to stake out Charlie's office building, the Lorden Math building at Cal Sci.
At first, she suspected the little Hindu girl that she'd seen last time she'd come here. However, she had dismissed Amitra quickly. Really, the idea of a grad student in love with a professor was so cliché. Besides, Charlie's ethics wouldn't permit him to lust after a student.
It had taken some patience, but Susan had finally spotted her target. A tall woman with shoulder length brown hair, too much mascara and a taste for gaudy rings dropped by at various times of day and Charlie frequently left with her.
It couldn't be anything as innocuous as lunch, because the chippie didn't always come by at noon. In fact, sometimes she came by more than once a day, the greedy little floozy.
It couldn't be business either. Susan had been close enough to listen to parts of their conversations. It was clear from those overheard snippets that the strumpet was math illiterate.
Whoever she was, she had to go. The trollop was interfering with Susan's children to be and that wasn't to be endured.
Susan's chance came on Cal Sci's egg drop day. The tart had been by once and she overheard her tell Charlie that she'd be back in an hour or so. That gave Susan time to set the stage.
First, she put a little something in Charlie's tea to send him to the health center. Whatever that gold digger wanted, she wasn't going to get it from Charlie today or any future day.
Second, she got hold of some eggs and packing materials. She went to the library where the egg drop was being held and found a suitable room.
Then she went back to Charlie's office and loitered.