"It's open," the voice said from the opposite side of the door.

Micky opened the door and walked in. He nodded his head. "Very nice." he said. From the white lace curtains adorning the windows, to the white baby grand piano sitting in the middle of living room, he had to admit she had great taste. "Nice place." he commented.

Audrey walked out carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Thank you." She handed him a glass.

"No, thanks."

"Ah, c'mon - just to relax you."

Micky reluctantly took it and held it as she poured the chilled wine in the glass.

"I didn't say you could move in." she joked.

He nervously laughed. "I just got in town. I haven't any place to go, yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."

He shook his head. "No problem."

She removed his jacket. "Come, sit."

Micky walked to the couch and sat down, still clutching onto the black plastic bag. Audrey sat next to him and crossed her legs. Her white shirt slightly opened as she moved in closer.

"So do you usually pick up strange guys at diners?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she giggled, "when I don't want to be alone."

Micky narrowed his eyes. "You know you shouldn't pick up total strangers - could get yourself killed."

"Would you kill me?" her voice low and inviting.

"How could I kill a person I don't even know? Um…what's your name?"

She climbed on his lap and moved a lock of curl from his eye. "I'm Audrey." she inched even closer to him. "And what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't." he replied flatly.

He could feel her cool breath on his skin; her hands snaked underneath his shirt as she planted small kisses on his neck. He closed his eyes and sighed. Strangely, he wasn't in the mood. He had other things on his mind. He leaned back and tried to enjoy Audrey's attention.

"You like?" she asked breathlessly.

He stifled a yawn. "It's nice."

She leaned even closer to him, pressing her ample breasts against his chest. Micky opened his eyes and pushed her away.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"You mentioned at the diner…you said you were with someone earlier, right?"

"Yes." she answered annoyed by his sudden interest to talk. "Why?"

Micky shook his head. "I just got a whiff of a familiar scent, that's all."

She giggled. "Oh yeah, my boyfriend and his after shave. I swear he pours it on."

Micky took a deep breath. "Remembrance, right?"

"Yes." she smiled. "He loves it."

"Micky could you hand me my aftershave?" Mike yelled from the bedroom.

Micky, brushing his teeth, leaned around the corner and tossed it to him. "When will you stop using that stinky crap?"

Mike splashed two handfuls across his clean-shaven face. "I've never heard you complain about it when I'm having my way with you."

Micky walked out laughing. "Well, I'm complaining now. It's time to forget Remembrance."

Mike grabbed Micky and held him tightly around the waist. Micky giggled while Mike kissed his earlobe and neck. "Want me to stop…using it?" he whispered lightly in his ear.

"No, don't stop...don't stop..." he moaned.

"Hey?" Audrey tapped Micky's shoulder.

"What?"

"Where were you just now?"

Micky turned to Audrey. His demeanor very serious. "How ironic that you showed up at the same diner where I just so happened to be."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just seems strange."

She sighed, "If you must know, my boyfriend lives about two blocks away. I always go there to unwind."

"And pick up guys?"

"Is that a problem? Mike doesn't mind if I see other guys."

"Mike?" Micky asked.

"Yeah, Mike Nesmith. He's a musician. Perhaps you've heard of him?"

Shocked, Micky's eyes widened. "Yes, I know Mike Nesmith." He nervously scratched his head. "How long have you two been dating?"

"We were dating while he lived in L.A. I was one of the reasons why he decided to move back to Texas," she said proudly.

Anger grew inside Micky. He held the black bag even tighter. "Did you know he was dating someone else?"

She nodded. "Yeah, some loser he was trying to get rid of - Never said who it was." She kissed his lips. "I'm glad he chose me instead. I've told him several times, pussy is better than ass anytime, unless he's fucking mine."

The pain resurged in Micky's head as he processed everything Audrey had told him. He grew madder and madder at Mike for betraying him with this sleazy whore. *Mike never cared about me. He talked about our relationship with this slut. How could you?!* Micky's heart was breaking all over again. *Make him pay, Micky. Make Mike pay.*

Audrey took Micky's hand and pulled him up. "Stop mumbling to yourself."

"Where are we going?"

"My bedroom."

Micky shook his head. "I don't think this is such a good idea."

She seductively kissed his sweet lips. "I think so."

Leading Micky to her bed, her hands slowly unbuttoned Micky's shirt, kissing and licking his neck. "You are sexier than I imagined."

The pain in Micky's head slowly subsided. A devilish smile crept on his innocent face. "So are you."

They landed on the bed together. His body hovering over hers. His lips brushed against the soft skin on her neck. "I hope you enjoyed your relationship with Mike."

"Mmmmm, what?" she groaned.

His hand traveled up her stomach to her breast, cupping then squeezing it, making her squirm with pleasure. "Mike betrayed me because of you. That will never happen again."

Audrey opened her eyes in panic. "What are you...." her words faded as Micky's hand tightly held her throat.

"It will never happen again."

The loud ring of the phone woke Mike from his sleep. He fumbled for the light switch and answered, "Hello?"

"Mr. Nesmith?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have a girlfriend by the name of Audrey Lake?"

"Who's asking?"

"I'm Detective Carson, Houston police."

Mike rubbed his eyes. "Yes, I have a girlfriend named Audrey, why?"

"I'm sorry sir, but she was found stabbed in her apartment."

Concerned, Mike asked, "How is she?"

"She's dead."

There was a long pause. The phone slipped from Mike's grip.

"Sir, are you there?"

He couldn't believe it, Audrey was dead....