"You only love me for my body!"
"Huh? Who says I love you at all? Fetch me a beer or get out!"
Cheryl was incensed, but Nick was rich; she'd make him pay. She stormed into the kitchen, intent on grabbing her purse and leaving. However, she spied one of those poison-traps for rats, sitting on the counter, and she had a different idea.
She returned to the bedroom, but as she handed Nick a cold glass of dark brown brew, flames grew up around her.
"Murder is a sin, bitch, and your body is not all that interested me."

