Mildred Manages

Let me tell you about my day. Well, I guess I should go back a bit. First, I am Mildred Magillicuddy. I  managed my life mainly by never mentioning my private business to my mother. My mother's head would blow up  and riddle her living room wall with chunky bits, if my dear sweet mother knew I was a killer for hire.

My mother has been told that when I go out of town, it is to teach the new hires how to do things the "Havelind Way". I briefly worked for them in order to get pamphlets and various papers  and such so my mother could have a real feel for my "job".

Every so often I change jobs in sales, and my momma gets new stuff to look at. My momma does not know that I finance her stay in "Graceful Living" by whacking bad people.  And they are all bad people, in one way or another. I thoroughly check everyone out before doing the job. 

Last week I flew into Pittsburgh to dispatch Gloria Gaffner. Gloria had offered her children up to various people through the years  so she can have more drugs, clothes, jewelry, whatever.  She had twin girls who are 11 years old, she tried to put on the block as virgins get a high price, and twins, well, sky's the limit!

Word got to the right people and I was hired to take the kids to her sister's house, then go back and send Gloria on a slow and very painful death.  I wanted to bash her head in, repeatedly.  But, unfortunately that was not the job.

A new poison had surfaced that causes "locked in " Syndrome. This is where you are aware of things, but have no movement, or very little. It is usually caused by severe strokes, or horrific damage to the brain. How horrid. And what a delightful punishment for that hideous woman. She will take about a week for her to die. I put a medical watch on her so each day I can go in and change her diaper and gown to show she was being cared for. After she is dead, she will be moved back to her house. It will seem as if she died in her sleep, and nobody noticed. I put her in a lovely gown and frilly underwear. Tidied the room a bit. The folks liked my attention to detail so much they paid me double.

I sure don't want another one of those anytime soon. It was depressing. My next job called for me to cozy up to a flagrant womanizer. His father in law was quite tired of being embarrassed by him. The job had to look like an accident. It also had to happen while he and his daughter and the grandkids were on the yacht in the middle of the ocean. Thousands of miles away. This will be the comedy I need after the last dismal assignment.

Howard Alton Pasterall sounded rich. He wasn't. His wife's family was. Sophia Martinelli had been sheltered by her family. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she was pretty, sweet, and kind. That was usually good enough for most people. When Howard met Sophia, he was instantly attracted to her. So much so that at first he did not realize how dim she was. He was no Einstein himself but he did notice that marrying her would give him an easy life.

Sophia loved him truly. Her father told Howard that she was special and as long as he kept her happy he would get a soft job with good pay from his company. At first it went pretty well. He liked doing publicity and quality control for the travel arm of the business. He and Sophia would visit their various hotels and look for trouble spots. They would check out the dining, laundry, and the quality of the rooms.

This all was working out well until she got pregnant. When she got pregnant she threw up the first three months. As soon as that calmed down, she decided that she didn't want sex because that would hurt the baby.

He made it through the first child being a good husband. But, she got pregnant again straight away. He suggested she get an I.U.D. She said she was a good Catholic girl. He started feeling very trapped. He found a discrete girlfriend. Sophia popped out a kid almost every year. 

He began to feel very put out. He felt like he was living in the "Twilight Zone". He was married, but couldn't have sex with his wife. He was married to a rich family, but he still had to work. He again, had extremely little sex with his wife, but had the contents of an orphanage. They were well behaved, and nice children, but everywhere. He did not have a moment's peace. 

Without the closeness with his wife he once had, he felt that he was only their caretaker, and felt very put upon. He started getting sloppy. He  came home with another woman's perfume on his clothes. He drank more. He stayed longer on his trips. Sophia asked her dad one day why Howard was gone so long on his trips lately.

It did not take any covert surveillance to discover that Howard had a second life. 

Matteo Martinelli was not best pleased. His daughter was upset. He could not have that. She was a lovely woman of thirty two years of age. She had nine happy children. He could find her a new husband easily enough. He had just the man.  Enzo Capulo. He came back from the war physically damaged. He could not produce children. And, he never married because of that.  

But, he already helped Sophia with the kids on occasion when they went traveling on the boat. Her children loved "Uncle" Enzo. Sophia liked him. Sofia felt calm around Enzo already. All Matteo would have to do was mention it to Sophia that it is a shame that Enzo didn't have a nice wife like her, who loves children like she does. He loves children. And he is so good with hers. After six months or so bereavement, nature could take its course. With a little nudge from him of course. He had a feeling Sophia would not miss Howard all that much.

My job this time was to seduce him, and give him a medical embolism. Drugs can do most anything these days. I was given the syringe. Matteo would have enjoyed having him slowly sliced and diced, but that would have upset Sophia.

I had no trouble finding Howard.  He was in the bar of the "Villa Sophia" in Los Angeles. He wasn't bad looking. He seemed in nice shape. I would not suffer unduly if we actually had sex. I was in my "Throw me down and have me" outfit. My black, "how does she keep it on," dress. It was discrete, yet screamed "SEX". It was a wrap around dress that would reveal all with a simple tug on the side bow. It brushed the tops of my knees in a ladylike way. The material was not see through, but it sure pretended to be. It did not let you really see anything, but it sure made you keep looking. I was on the job.

I demurely sat down and asked for a dirty martini. That usually was enough along with the dress, to have guys do all the heavy lifting for me. I simply had to sit, and let them hit on me. Which in his case was remarkably fast.

With his tepid lines, I had to wonder how he ever got anyone he did not have to pay for. But, I let him whisk me away to his suite. It was no wonder he was in trouble. Having women come to his suite in his father-in-laws hotel? I doubted the sex would be any good, so I just made him a drink. His extra ingredient drink worked instantly. There would be no trace of the drug.  He would just have had an embolism.

I left the hotel and took a taxi to the airport. I went into the bathroom, removed the wig, makeup, and swapped contacts for glasses. I changed into a shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. I turned the bag inside out, stuffed everything inside and walked calmly to airport parking and drove my car home to Las Vegas.

Which brings us back to today. There was a small item on the news about "Matteo's family sorrow." My mom enjoyed getting the smart TV with all her favorite channels installed that I purchased this morning bright and early. We played cribbage all day while watching " Bridgerton" on "Netflix". We have seen it many times. We ate tuna fish sandwiches and chips. We had Dr. Pepper blackberry zero cola , with two oreos each for dessert. Well, you can't go completely without sugar can you?  Another ordinary day. My mom asked about my latest job. I told my mom that I thought it was time for a new sales job, I was bored. Life goes on. Well, for us anyway.