Rolling The Dice

[Caspin]

Oh he will die, Ollie, don't you worry.

Finalising The Plan

After a long discuss with involuntary murder consultant Caspin, Vanessa and Victoria felt that they finally had a plan that could work. It would be staged as a tragic domestic accident. Nobody would ever know the truth.




Vicky went over her notes carefully and then handed them to her mother.

Victoria: I am not sure I can spend too much more time on this, Mum. I have a lot of homework to write, skills to build, a part-time job to attend and I need to get a date for the prom so that I don't become a social outcast.
Vanessa: No worries, dear, I think Veronica and I can take it from here. You crack on with your everyday business. Just do one more thing for me.
Victoria: OK, what?
Vanessa: Swing by the general store and pick up the rest of the things we need to put this plan into action. If everything goes to plan, we can finish this business on Veronica's birthday. It will be perfect.
Victoria: Good plan. Then we can celebrate with more cake.
Vanessa: Please gods, no more cake! Oh and try to keep your father busy so he doesn't have too much time to get suspicious while I set up his demise.
Victoria: Easy.

Neat Freak

Styles was starting to become annoyed with his girls. They were so messy! His neat freak traits were constantly offended and he was kept busy from dawn till dusk, tidying up after them. Slovenly wenches!

Why could they not make their own beds?




Couldn't someone else take a turn at weeding the garden?




Surely it was not so difficult to collect up the plates and put them into the dishwasher?




Good food going to waste - didn't they know that there were children going hungry in Strangetown? It was not so difficult to put the leftovers away and yet he was always the one who had to act.




And as for that stinky Veronica! Sure, she'd learned quickly enough how to use the potty but if only she could be taught how to empty it herself too!




Bags of rubbish left around the place - the council had made sure that there are more wheelie bins than people and yet these women cannot be bothered to tidy up! Urggh!




I swear every time I finish putting away these away, someone tips them all out again - all over my nice clean floor!




Enough faffing, let's get this murder on the go!

Vanessa: Got the stuff yet, Vicky?
Victoria: I'll get it this afternoon, after school - I'll be passing by on my way to work anyhow. Are you absolutely sure that Veronica is going to be able to do this?
Vanessa: Oh yes! She might be a diabolical poop machine, but she's quite smart. I will explain it all to her in clear terms.




It had been raining all day. Summer was nearly over and Autumn was approaching fast.

Victoria went to the store as soon as her classes finished and picked up the required items. She felt relieved that her part in this was over. After all, it was not exactly a pleasant business and she felt glad that she could now get on with finding a date and driving around in the car. When mother has murdered father, that car will be mine! she thought cheerfully, like all the best psychopaths.




Vanessa: OK, Veronica, let's go over this one more time. Are you sure you understood about the trees?
Veronica: Tweeeees!
Vanessa: Good enough. Let's do this!




Death will follow. Hopefully nobody will be too afraid.