once upon a time in the land of all debauchery there lived a fellow by the name of Robert Oakley Marshall. The Oakley should have given it away on the douche meter but alas it did not. He had a stunning wife named Maria and three sons who’s names I am not going hunting for because it isn’t really important…okay maybe it is hang on. Christopher, Robert and john. Happy now? Anyway Marshall was a marmy swarmy insurance salesman who preached like desmond tutu about the importance of family and spending time together and all that other family related stuff. A lot of said stuff happened at the Marshall residence.
Maria was in tears when he threw her a surprise anniversary party, actually she started to sob and had to excuse herself. Now Maria was not simply so moved that her feelings got the best of her, she was sobbing because she knew her preachy, family first husband was having an affair with the town bicycle. She and Robs friend and a few other people had planned to confront him about it to try and get him to see the error of his ways. Thing about dogs is they generally don’t suddenly turn into cats. The intervention was set for two days after the anniversary party.
The next night Robert decided he wanted to go to Atlantic city to go gambling. Again not weird unless you took into account their dire financial position. On the outside everything was fine. On the inside they were totally fucked. Now there are things like bankruptcy court but then the whole town would know. What would they say at the county club. In Atlantic City Robert raven into someone named Ferland Laroux who he supposedly owed money to. 800 to be exact. Now word had got out down at he bayou that Ferland was not being an honorary crook and was just going to keep bleeding poor old Rob dry without ever doing anything about Robs problem. That problem being said wife who he was trying to have murdered. So someone that Ferland knew took over the job.
Rob and Maria left the casino and as luck would have it just as a rest stop was coming up Rob said his tire felt funny. This was the ruse. So Maria took one to the head with a bullet and Rob got bonked over the head with a tire iron. My goodness poor Rob. He went home after the police (who did not believe a single thing out of his lying mouth) cut him loose and he went home and called his son at university to tell him his mother was dead. The other two children were already aware.
In the morning a friend of Rob and Maria dropped by and Rob just could not contain his secret love any longer. His friend said he already knew because dun dun dun dun Maria told him and she’d also hired a private investigator and that is when things got very very interesting.
I’ll finish tomorrow my back is bothering me
RBMD peacing the fuck out