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Also, I just chose a hospital for the autopsy from a yellow pages list, mostly because the name sounded impressive enough to me to be plausible. If anyone else knows of a better choice, just let me know and I will gladly change it, free of charge.

SMK

The Silent Killer

Chapter Thirteen

Part 1

"We'll make love on one condition," Lee told Amanda.

"What?" she laughed.

"If you're not feeling better in the morning, you stop by Kelford's office first thing in the morning."

"I can live with that," Amanda told him. "What I can't live with is all of these clothes you still have on."

Lee chuckled. "That we can take care of."

"I was counting on it, big fella," Amanda told him, even as she sniffled again.

Lee smiled at her and then shook his head.

"I've got an idea," he told her.

"Oh?"

He watched in amusement as Amanda's dark eyes widened with curiosity.

"First, you have to get off of me," Lee told her.

"I don't think I like this idea," she informed him.

"Trust me?"

After a moment of debate, Amanda relented.

"Okay," she said as she scooted off of her husband.

Lee first sat up, then stood up. Then he stripped off every last piece of clothing that he had been wearing while Amanda moved to sit on her knees and watched her husband's impromptu strip show with obvious delight.

"Maybe I will like this idea," Amanda said as she sniffled again.

Part 2

Georgetown University Hospital – 9:45 PM

The body of Greg Meyers had arrived at the hospital and the clerk on duty was beginning to process the paperwork to schedule his autopsy for later that night.

She already knew that she would be assigning the corpse to Mindleton and Lawson and that they were going to love her for this one. Especially since this one was Federal and the circumstances surrounding the deceased's state of departure were unclear.

Her long, vibrantly painted red nails clacked against the keyboard as she began entering in the data to the newly departed's final file. She hummed a nameless tune as she worked, obviously unfazed by the fact that a dead body had just been rolled by her.

She chuckled as she began printing out the list of forms that would accompany the expired one and his folder throughout the process.

Lots of forms, in triplicate.

Yeah, Mindy and Lawty, as she had affectionately nicknamed them, were going to love her to death for this one.

She placed the folder in the bin that resided on the top corner of her workstation and then jotted down the patient's medical record number onto the log of awaiting cadavers. There were two more recently departed residing in line before this one, which meant that the boys would not get to him until after their lunch break.

Jenny Sue Chambers chuckled to herself.

She didn't think the dude was going to be in a hurry to be going anywhere else, unless he'd earned a prime spot in the Shangri-La of the afterlife.

Amused with herself, she picked up her Styrofoam cup of iced tea and swiveled in her chair to start filing the records from earlier in the shift, humming the latest hit from Bon Jovi, Wanted Dead or Alive.

Part 3

"Maybe I will like this idea," Amanda said as she sniffled again.

"I think you will," Lee told her.

Then he placed his hands on her shoulders and very lightly pushed her back down on the bed. Then, flashing her the infamous Stetson grin, he knelt down over her.

"I love you, Mrs. Stetson," he told her as he placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

"I love you," she replied back.

Lee had never been able to deny Amanda anything and tonight was no exception. The honesty in her voice and the glimmer of passion in her eyes were more than enough to make sure he accommodated his Amanda's every wish.

The husband that he had become, the man who wanted nothing more than to protect her had already chosen his plan of attack. He would make slow, luxurious love to her, but only because she insisted that she was well enough to do so.

Then, as if it were a lazy Sunday afternoon with nobody or any thing to intrude upon their private haven, he began to place a series of light kisses upon her lips.

She shivered as warm tingles of excitement began to flow through her body in response to his loving caresses.

For one blissful moment in time, everything was forgotten as Lee lovingly continued, coaxing his wife to the point of no return. He was rewarded by her soft moans that reassured him that he was doing exactly what he had intended.

They began to move together slowly, exquisitely, in a magical dance that they called their own.

Amanda thought that her husband had never felt as wonderful as he did right now. He seemed to fill her more completely, if that was possible, than ever before.

She felt his mouth upon hers, his lips caressing hers in a hungry fashion until she seemed to lose all sense of everything except him. Her husband, the man whose hands were skimming her body, her partner, who was leaving trails of hot breath against her skin with every kiss. He was the love of her life, the man who never ceased to amaze her with the depths of his passion when they were totally alone in the universe.

The protector inside him had planned on nothing more than a gentle lovemaking but her little moans and soft pleas became Lee's undoing. The feeling of her slender body beneath him, her hands weaving through his hair and along his back in mindless sensual patterns threw the lazy theory out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Partners in more ways than one, they came together and for one moment it was blissful magic as their universe seemed to turn inside and out.