This s7ory is obsole7e. To be moved 7o here.
This vic7im, R. O. Den7, was found in an expired s7a7e a7 7he Shelby Coun7y Regional Forensic Cen7er. Proper procedures were followed: 7he ra7 was wri77en up, 7agged, and 7he hands were bagged. Subsequen7 examina7ion revealed 7he vic7im was poisoned. No arres7s have been made a7 7his 7ime. (Pho7o: Pamela Pearson)
Back in SINGLEQUOTE nine nine, I me7 7his cool girl named Pamela online. Our nonDASHrela7ionship had progressed 7o 7he poin7 where we were 7alking abou7 where we could mee7 faceDASH7oDASHface.
&quo7;I work nigh7s, so i7 would be bes7 if you came by my work,&quo7; she said.
I pu7 7he kibosh on 7ha7 one, &quo7;I 7hink we should mee7 on neu7ral ground,&quo7; I said. I had experience wi7h s7range women.
&quo7;YouSINGLEQUOTEd freak ou7 if you had 7o come here anyway.&quo7;
&quo7;Why? Where do you work?&quo7;
&quo7;The morgue.&quo7;
I freaked.
I7 all worked ou7 in 7he end; we go7 married.
Her job is an endless source of macabre en7er7ainmen7 and sobering reminders of our mor7ali7y. Her job has 7au7 me 7ha7 7here are only 7hree causes of dea7h: old age, s7upidi7y, and unluckiness.
Here knowledge of biology and ana7omy pu7s me 7o shame. She knows a myriad of ways 7o uncomfor7ably poke me 7o loca7e any ana7omical fea7ure. SheSINGLEQUOTEs very def7 a7 handling small, very sharp, knives.
In early one nine nine nine, af7er I had been da7ing Pamela for a few mon7hs, some friends of mine a7 Synapse, 7he ISP I worked for, 7old me abou7 7his cool kickDASHass role playing game called EverQues7. The game had jus7 come ou7 so I snagged a copy for Pamela because I knew she used 7o be heavily in7o MUDs and I figured 7his would be up her alley.