She opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling of her small bedroom. Finally she's come to some sort of decision. She sits up in her black canopy bed and glances at the clock on her dresser. 1:52 a.m. She'd better hurry. Time is running out. She jumps to the floor and wrestles her tightest blue jeans up her firm legs and over her shapely thighs. Pulling a blck turtleneck over her lithe body, she dashes into the bathroom.

The girl rips a comb through her long, thick black hair and swiftly ties it up away from her face in a loose ponytail. She applies dark mascara to her long lashes and accentuates her deep blue eyes with dusty brown eyeshadow. She puts pale pink blush on her high cheekbones and red lipstick on her luscious lips.

Only pausing long enough to pick up her keys, cigarettes, and black leather gloves, she runs to the garage and into her black Corvette Stingray. She hits the garage door opener and starts the engine. Putting the car into gear, she pulls out of the garage and off the driveway to the road. Shifting violently, she squeals off into the dark, moonless night.

Barely seeing the long twisting streets of Los Angeles, she considers her decision. Is she sure this is really what she wants to do? She lights a cigarette and smokes it down to the filter. She's going to do it. She's really going to see this through. It's too late to back out now.

She pulls into his driveway as the dashboard clock changes to 2:27, 35 minutes after she began this trek. Shuts off the car and jumps out, leaving the door open behind her. She pulls the gloves on as she races to the door. Runs into the unlocked house and down the hallway to the bedroom, where he and a pretty blond jump apart in surprise.

She grabs his .38 from the top of the dresser, and before he can begin to explain what another woman is doing in his bed, she putrs three slugs into his face, shattering his nose and mutilating the fine bones. Blood sprays into his brown eyes and down his naked body. The girl on the bed shrieks helplessly as the remaining three slugs eradicate her beauty.

She drops the gun on the blood-streaked floor and then ransacks the room, taking all items of value, including the diamond engagement ring she had left the other night. She takes her time in leaving his house, not wanting to appear suspicious. The neighbors are used to her arriving and leaving late at night, so that might go unnoticed. It is now 2:55 a.m. She drives the streets aimlessly.

At 3:47 a.m., she comes to Malibu. She parks her car on the grass and walks to the water's edge, bringing a small sack of jewelry with her. It's all there, all of the gold from his house. She doesn't want to be reminded of him and his bimbos ever again. She throws the jewelry into the ocean, one item at a time, and watches it as the waves carry it further and further out to sea. She allows herself a few tears over what would never be, and then, when there is nothing left of him on the dark blue waters, she turns and strides purposely to the car. Her mission is complete. She is free of his lies forever. She can go home and sleep.