Velda toyed with men. Sometimes she gave them what they wanted - sometimes not. But her games were somewhat limited by her marriage. For every time her husband found out about one of her flings, there were jealous rages. If he got mad enough, no allowance that week.
Velda was, in fact, becoming tired of the whole mess.
Then suddenly the husband was dead and Velda was a rich widow.
So, if you were a cop, what would you think...
by Richard Deming
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