Jack Erickson > Quotes

“He always had a thing for Madonna-like sexpots. His wandering eye never stopped roaming at dinner parties, the theater, or shopping. A sex grenade would come into view, and he’d stop mid-sentence until she had passed. A stunning redhead would stroll by our table, and his wolf eyes would follow her rear end like a puppy chasing a ball. It was embarrassing and shameless, and it really pissed me off.”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“I braced for what lay ahead; my life could change profoundly in the next few moments. I was about to confirm—or deny—my suspicion that my husband was shacking up with his lover in one of the secluded homes.”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“I’m a decent engineer with an analytical mind. Using my problem-solving skills to whack my husband became a challenge. A fun challenge, in fact. I wanted to put him away so I wouldn’t have to pay the price for murdering him. What an exciting challenge for an engineer! Spousal murder as a work project. My juices started flowing.”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“Three months later, I was playing the role of grieving widow. Lyle had been caught in flagrante with his paramour when they were incinerated in their love nest. I earned bushels of sympathy from friends and acquaintances, who, after a suitable time, hinted that I must have known something was up; everyone else did. I played the shocked and unsuspecting wife role to a level I thought deserved a Tony or even an Oscar.”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“goalposts, tore chunks of the field as souvenirs, and surrounded our team in their mud- and grass-stained”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“Guys are open books; wives can read them without breaking a sweat. They’re just little boys who love being bad.”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“Someone—or ones—was in the house; my gut told me they were my faithless husband and his illicit lover. A ribbon of smoke curled from the chimney. My plan was going to work!”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror, wet hair plastered against my forehead, a grin on my face. My plan had worked! I had my perfect alibi for a perfect crime.”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“Why bother? Why in the world would I need a new man in my life at this time? Such foolishness. I might get a dog, though, one of those cute Shih Tzus or a Pomeranian. Their messes are easier to dispose of than those of men, who are sloppier. I would have my dog neutered, though, so I wouldn’t have to deal with those foolish impulses when another dog strolls by and they do that silly tail sniffing. How gross.”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime

“celebrate”
― Jack Erickson, Perfect Crime