I am Jason Calbert. I am a criminal investigation. In all my years of work I have witnessed a number of fascinating cases. One of the most intriguing ones in my opinion is the case of Robert Johnson, a little known but very prolific murderer. Even though his story has not received a lot of intention in the last few years I am presenting it to the reader in the form of this narrative. I have pieced it together directly from the annals but I have changed the names. In parts of it I have substituted fictional accounts to fill in the blanks but the over all narrative is for the most part true. It reads as followers. Be advised: It is not for the faint hearted, morally intrepid, or weak.

Robert Johnson had everything going for him. He was married to a beautiful woman with four lovely children. They lived in a plush mansion on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Robert was also an internationally renown chief. The income from his cooking shows had made all of this possible. He owned at least five different restaurants, so even without his cooking shows he would have been hailing in tons of money. In all this there was a problem. Robert was a necro killer. For years he had been murdering and raping young women and evading the law. How did he do it? He was smart. He used his cooking shows and his culinary skills to cover up his crimes. He often bragged that he could make anything taste good. The "anything" included the flesh of young women that he had butchered and ground up to simulate his famous recipes. His success in fooling audiences for years made him unique in the annals of crime history.

His first murder had occurred ten years previously. He was just coming out of a market store when he saw a young woman on her way to her car. She was not that beautiful but she fit his bill perfectly: nice ass, small waist, big tits. As she slowly walked toward her car his eyes feasted on the shift and wiggle of her half covered ass. For years he had been wanting to attack some woman and fuck her dead corpse. Until that time it had only been an obsession to him. Now everything had come together in a way to make it a reality. It was late evening. The parking lot was deserted. His wife and the children were away at her sister's house. The perfect plan came together in his mind. He started to follow the young woman. As she slowly strutted along she seemed totally unaware of his presence. He walked faster and began to close the distance as she approached her car. How lucky he was. His car just happened to be parked right next to hers. He met her half way around. The unsuspecting woman looked up and smiled at him. She then reached down into her purse to get her keys. Robert seized the moment. He grabbed her by the hair and with all his enormous strength he slammed her head several times against the hood of her car. He hit her so hard that he cracked the top of her skull. She immediately collapsed into his arms her head falling on his shoulder. The full weight of her sizable

ass pressed around his cock. He lifted her head up. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were rolled up. He reached around and grabbed her tits. They were quite huge and floppy. He was getting a very significant hardon as he held her there against the car. Without any further ado he pulled her into the back seat. To make sure he checked her out. She had no vital signs, no pulse and she was not breathing. Good he thought. He could go ahead and have his pleasure right there in the parking lot since it was dark and deserted.

He proceeded to remove her clothes, starting with her blouse. Then next he was her bra. Her enormous tits spilled out in all their glory. They were even bigger than he had expected. He reached down and caressed them and kneaded them around like dough. Then he kissed them and sucked them. He then removed her shorts. This was more challenging as they were very tight fitting. It was however very rewarding. It took him several twist and pulls to get them down off of her hips. He then slid them down over her feet and tossed them on the floor board. This left only her panties which he quickly removed. She was now totally naked. She was not exactly model material but she was a big woman with nice curves and he liked that. Also he knew that there was a lot of meat on her heavy thighs and other parts of her that he could convert into delicious dinners after he was finished with her. He stretched her out and spread her legs so that one of them was over the seat while the other was on the floor board. He also noticed that there was blood from her injury dripping on the seat. This disturbed him some but he was not going to let it stop him. He noticed her hairy unshaven bush. Her pussy was neatly tucked into the hairy mass. What a pretty pussy she had! The lips were raised and perfectly symmetrical around the pink valley. He then pulled his cock out of his pants and mounted her.

He entered her and fucked her really hard, assuming a primal piston like rhythm. He enjoyed watching her head flop around and her huge tits jiggled and dance as he fucked her Her open vacant eyes seemed to stare right at him. Indeed he could even imagine that she was alive. He decided that he wanted to feel more of her. He raised her legs up around his back. He realized that he had forgotten to take her shoes off. The heavy heels pressed into his skin. He was surprised at what a grip her dead pussy and on his cock. He felt his orgasm coming. He knew it was going to be better than any pleasure his wife could give him as she could never fulfill his necro fantasies. It didn't even bother him that he was a murderer and a sordid pervert, not to mention that he was cheating on his lovely wife in the worse way. His wife who was away thinking of what a wonderful and successful husband she had. He bent down and kissed he slack dead mouth passionately. He thrust his tongue inside to explore. He pushed it against and tried to duel with her own lifeless tongue. He wrapped her arms around his neck as he increased the tempo of his fucking. He could now hear his balls slapping against her ass and his flesh striking hers. He could hold back no longer. He came in her. His ass became a blur as he pumped away at her furiously. His pleasure was so intense that he growled and bellowed like a bull. His face contorted into an expression tortured ecstasy. Ne pulled nearly all the way out of her and then rammed his cock all the way back in to the balls. He ass clenched and his whole body stiffened as he ejaculated his sperm into her dead womb. He then momentarily collapsed on top of her. He was not through with her yet.

He turned her over so that her face was on the seat, her knees were on the floor board, and her ass was sticking straight up. He was an ass man and she had such a fabulous ass, plump and round with such wonderful globular cheeks, placed so symmetrical around her crack. The dim light played upon it, creating a shadow affect across it's surface, exposing every dimple and crevice. No sculpturer could have created anything as marvelous. He waisted no time. He plunged his cock right into her A hole all the way to his balls. The feeling of being in such a wonderfully tight crevice was indescribably delicious. As he plundered her tight hole, he yanked her hair and played with her tits. Her whole body shook to each of his thrust as he pounded her. Within moments he came. His orgasm was more intense then any he had ever experienced even after ten years of marriage. He regrated that his wife would never agree to anal sex and it took a corpse to bring him such pleasure. He yelled out his passion in a loud bellowing groan. When he pulled out of her and let her go she fell down into the floorboard of the car. He simply left her there and got back into the drivers seat. He was now through with pleasuring himself with her. Now he would carry out the rest of his plan.

In less than an hour he had arrived back his estate. He had to be careful. He first had to make sure his wife would be gone. He also knew that the two day time butlers and the maids would be gone home. He pulled his car up into one of the driveways to make sure no one would see him carrying a body inside. After he closed the garage door he removed the dead woman from the car. He made sure she had stopped bleeding to avoid getting traces of blood on something. He slung her over his shoulders and went in through the kitchen. He carried her into one of the down stairs bathrooms and placed her in the tub. He then went into the kitchen and retrieved a shape butcher knife. Before he proceeded any further he called his wife to be sure she would not be coming home sooner then expected. Once that was settled he set about his work. He proceeded to cut her corpse up into multiple pieces. Up until then he had only cut up animals and filleted the meat to be cooked. Doing this to a human was an entirely new challenge. He knew that in any animal the muscles were the meat and the bones and entrails were mostly to be decarded. He used the same procedure on the woman's corpse. He took him most of the night to finish the disgusting task. He took all the bones and what else could not be used as meat and placed them in a bag. He then discarded them in a near by dumpster. After

cleaning away all the blood he was then ready to perform his culinary magic on what could be made into food. By the time his wife and kids arrived home he had the dinner prepared. His wife welcomed him with open arms and kisses.

"Oh Robert" she said to him. "I have missed you so much."

"Oh Betty", he replied. "I have missed you to. Wait until I serve you the spectacular dinner I have prepared for you and the kids." "It is your favorite, curried lamb with tortilla soup."

"Oh Robert how thoughtful of you. I know I will love it.?

Robert was very nervous. Sure he was a culinary genius and swore he could even make carboard taste good but he had never prepared a meal from human remains. In a while the table was set. Robert excused himself from dinner using the excuse that he had already eaten. Then he stood there watching his wife and his kids consume the woman's remains. When he saw how much they were enjoying it he relaxed. He then join them. He had however prepared his own plate which was real lamb curry with real tortilla soup.

Once he knew his family had enjoyed his dubious preparation he introduced it on his cooking show. It would be going out to millions of households world wide. He was now totally confident that if he could fool his family with the terrible dish he could fool his audience and the world. He was exactly 10:00 am when Robert stepped into the studio. He had already been introduced by his trusted host. He was not worried at all now. He was in his own element. He was not just a star when he came to cooking. He was also a charismatic figure who could command the attention of an audience. When he walked out onto the stage he received his usual loud applaud, after which he gave his audience his usual bow.

"Ladies and gentlemen boy do I have a show for you this morning. I will be cooking lamb curry and tortillas. Yesterday I served it to my wife and my children and they loved it. I am sure you will to."

There was a thundering applaud. The show proceeded in its usual style with Robert demonstrating his step by step cooking methods in his preparation of the dish. Once it was all done he served a portion to the audience and the camera man. No one even indicated that they were aware of what they were eating and the dish received a unanimous thumbs up. He smiled at their gullibility. He had just fooled his family and the whole world. He would now set out looking for new victims for his necro pleasures and to add to his recipes.

Sharon Smith had just left her apartment on 4th street and was headed to the club where she did her pole dance. She had managed to get up and dress without waking her husband. She did not leave him a message as he knew her routine. Sharon was a luscious blond bombshell with long sexy legs and as many curves as a country road. Her years of dancing had taught her to walk with poise and confidence. She was literally poetry in motion. She walked with a liquid grace, putting one foot ahead of the other along a symmetrical line in a decided strut, her ass swinging freely with a sort of rhythmic beat. She was the very embodiment of sexual energy. The clop clop of her high heels hitting the pavement announced her coming. All eyes turned her way as she walked by. Then there was the whistling and the cat calls. Even though she looked neither to the left or to the right one could see by her expression that she loved the attention and fed off of it like fine food or wine.

That morning as she walked up the street she was unaware that she was being watched. The streets were unusually deserted that morning. Not even the usual cat callers standing on the corner were there. She still had a way to go to reach the club. For some reason she felt uneasy. Even afraid. Ahead of her she thought she saw movement in the shadows in the enclave between two buildings. She even thought she heard a sound. She suddenly stopped. The thought occurred to her that someone could be waiting in the shadows to grab her when she walked by. She wondered how she could be so silly. She had never in her life been really afraid of anything. Some voice inside her told her to keep on going. After a few moments pause she listened to the voice and proceeded. She was not however walking with the same decided strut as previously. She was walking more like a little girl in a big forest. Suddenly something startled her and she stopped again. This time she knew the source of the noise. Two big rats ran out in her path. She smiled. She realized how silly she had been and proceeded on. She had nearly passed the dreaded enclave when someone came up behind her. She never saw her attacker, nor did she hear him. The heavy mallet came straight down on her head, knocking her senses into oblivion. She would have fallen to the pavement but two hands grabbed her and held her up. She was totally limp in her attackers arms. Her head collapsed on his shoulder and her eyes were rolled up in her head. She had a large bleeding gash on the back of her head where her skull was crushed in. Sharon was dead. The hands then pulled her lifeless corpse into the shadows between the two buildings.

When Sharon did not show up later that day her husband set out to look for her. He knew the usual direction she went so he proceeded to look up and down fourth street. When he enquired at the club he was told she had not showed up for her dance. He then retraced his steps back down fourth street. He finally reached the enclave the between the bank and the insurance company. He looked down into the dimly lit alley. Halfway he saw something that caught his attention. When he saw what it was his blood ran cold. He recognized his wife Sharon sitting there against the brick wall. Only her face was recognizable. A good part of her skin had been cut off down her skeleton. There were pools of blood and blood splattered every where. When he finally recovered from the shock of seeing the horrible site he called the police.

"I tell you gentlemen said the captain of the police. We have a maniac in our mist that reminds me of the brutal murders of Jack The Ripper. What most confounds me in this whole case is that young women have been disappearing in this town without a trace. It makes me wonder if this most recent killing is by the same person since he did not bother to hid the body."

"This killing almost seems like ritual type as the young woman's body was partially dismembered". interjected another officer.

Yes that particular murder seems to be ritual but what about the others. For those we don't have a trace of evidence. We can't connect anything without evidence. In fact in most of the cases we can't even prove murder. Just disappearances", added another officer.

"Well this last murder had at least left us something. If only we can connect the other dots", interjected another officer.

While this discussion was going on among the officers at the station Robert had introduced another piece of artistic culinary genius: dead body parts as Spanish style beef tortillas. Robert did not prepare these at home. He conceived the ingenious idea of setting up a taco stand in the middle of town. There he created his celebrated tacos using Sandra's dismembered body parts. After selling them on the street corner he then brought them to his show. He got a big standing ovation as her served the to his audience.

Robert's wife Betty had heard of all the murders of young women in the town. Never in a million years would she have suspected her husband. One day she happened to see the blood stains on the back seat of the car. For a moment a cold chill went through her. She hated to go there with her train of thought but she couldn't help it. The only thing to do was to get an explanation from her husband. That evening she confronted him about it as they lay in bed.

"Robert I want the truth from you. Why are there blood stains on the back seat of the car?"

"Betty you talk as if you believe I murdered someone back there." He smiled at her. Betty I brought the lamb chops back home from a butcher shop. I suppose some of the blood seeped through the packing. It is that simple Betty."

Betty swallowed the explanation hook, line, and sinker. She believed him because she wanted so much to believe him. She had no other alternative. If she did not believe his explanation she would lose her mind. He had given her such a rational explanation that she hated herself for even making such a suggestion. She then apologized to him.

"Oh Robert I am sorry that I even suggested that you might....."

"That I might have murdered someone" he said to her with a smile.

"Oh Robert of course not. I never believed that. Robert lets not discuss it again."

"I don't want to discuss anything. I want to make love to you. You look so sexy lying there in that see through French nightie." "Kiss me gorgeous", he said to her."

Betty rolled over into her husband's embrace. Soon they were kissing. She loved lying there in Robert's strong arms and feeling his muscular body pressed against hers. It made her forget everything she feared about him. His kiss became more passionate. She felt the passionate flow of energy as his mouth overed hers. His hands roamed all over her body sending tingles through her. She felt his immense hardness through his pants. His tongue licked along her lips and slowly entered her mouth to explore. She met it with her tongue and their tongues fought a sensual duel. As they kissed he slowly removed her nightie and tossed it on the floor. Betty then sat up and pulled off her bra. Her luscious orbs spilled out in all their glory.

"Oh they are so beautiful", he said as he squeezed and caressed them. Betty then slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off onto the floor. She then help Robert out of his under pants. Now they were both naked. She then slipped into his embrace and locked her legs around him. She kissed him as she grabbed his cock and guided him into her. They then fell back on the bed. Robert was then on top in the missionary position. It was Betty's favorite position. Robert was now balls deep inside her and pumping furiously away at her. betty's mouth was still crushed to Robert's mouth. She loved to kiss him while they fucked. To her it was the best of both worlds. Robert assumed a primal rhythm as he pumped away at Betty. His tongue in her mouth matched the rhythm of his fucking. It was driving her crazy. She locked her arms tightly around his neck like she would never let him go. She fucked him back with all her might, rocking and gyrating her hips to meet each of this thrust. She could not remember such passionate lovemaking in all their marriage. She felt her orgasm coming and she knew it was going to be a most spectacular one. She raised her legs up high on his back and lifted her ass to give him even deeper penetration. She didn't know that it was even possible as he was already hitting her womb. The sounds of their lovemaking was incredibly erotic, the loud

smacking noise of flesh hitting flesh and the creaking of the bed springs, all united into a sensual crescendo. It was then that the full force of the orgasm hit her. It seemed that her entire body became electrically charged and was totally out of her control. She gyrated and writhed around in spasms of pure pleasure. She tore her mouth away from Robert to yell out her passion. Robert was now coming inside her as well. His ass was now a blur as he pumped away at her. He yelled out:

I am coming in you Betty. Get ready to take my white cream up in your womb!"

"That is right Robert Come inside me baby. Flood me with your cream. I want to feel it all the way." Oh God Robert....Oh God.....EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAh....."

Robert had never seen his wife in such a state of passion. The expression on her face was one of pure ecstasy, her eyes slits and her mouth opened into a perfect O. Her huge breast were jiggling and dancing as she moved uncontrollably, her ass bucking and grinding into him. Finally he pulled out of her nearly all the way and then slammed back in to his balls as he ejected the last of his sperm into her. When she finally begin to relax, Robert said to her:

"Turn around and get on your knees."

Betty knew what her husband wanted. She had always been opposed to rear entry sex when he had tried to get her into it. This time however she decided to give him what he wanted. She obeyed him and got on her knees. Robert had never seen the naked moons of his wife's ass so up close and personal. Being the connoisseur of asses that he was he would rate it on the upper end of the scale, very nice indeed. He compared it with is last victim's marvelous ass. It was not as plump and round but rather more pear shaped.

He spent a few moments just studying its ends and outs, its symmetry, and how it curved around the delicious crack. He stroked, caress, and kissed the delicious cheeks. Betty was now dying with anticipation to feel him inside. Now it was her begging for the rear entry. Had she known what was in his mind she would not have been so eager. Had she known the comparisons he made to the woman he murdered. It was what spurred him on.

"Come on Robert your killing me. Hurry up and get that thing inside me. Oh God Robert."

He waisted no time in complying with her wishes. He did something however that she was not expecting. He rammed his cock right into her A hole. Any other time she would have resisted but at the time she was so filled with lust that she could not help but enjoy the penetration of her anal opening. She never imagined that it could feel so good. She yelled out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He thrust deeper and deeper inside her until he was all the way to the balls.

Oh God Robert....Oh GOOOOOD.....she yelled EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.....Oh I am Dying........OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh....GOOOOOOOOOD,,, , OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH....."

He reached around and grabbed her tits as he pounded her. She backed up and ground herself into him trying to give him even better penetration of her anal hole. He could tell she was enjoying herself immensely. In fact he had never seen her so immersed in pure carnal pleasure. She had become almost totally primal in her movements and actions. Within moments he came inside her and she came with him. Their voices united in such a crescendo of passionate yells that it reverberated throughout the entire mansion. Finally they both collapsed into unconsciousness.

Betty thought that night was the high point of the marriage. She realized that she had been wrong in denying her husband certain sexual acts simply because she was fixated with a certain moral code. She apologized to him and promised to be a better wife from then on. That morning she served him breakfast in bed totally naked and spoon fed it to him. She considered it all a fresh beginning.

Of course had she known her husband was a serial killer things would have been very different. Of course it was only a question of time when the truth would come out, but the truth was the marriage was ultimately doomed. Robert had not reformed at all after their night of raw sex. He continued his obsession and his search for new victims. He continued to make recipes from dead women he murdered and served them to his family and his gullible audiences. If anything he became even more popular expanding his viewer ship world wide. He also had a pride about him that kept him going. He had the idea that he would never get caught. He had concealedall the evidence with such genius planning. Even if they did find evidence his world wide fame would protect him from any ongoing investigation, or so he reasoned. His house of cards was destined however to fall sooner than he thought.

Brady Matin was an internationally known fashion model. She lived in the same city where Robert lived. He had been watching her runway shows and he had he had developed an obsession with the tall leggy model. He also had a desire to murder her, have his pleasure with her, and make recipes from her remains. If he could pull it off it would be his masterpiece of crime. He had been observing her comings and goings for months and he had everything planned down to the last detail. He had observed how she left her apartment where she lived with her boyfriend. He knew the time when she came and went. He chose the early morning as the streets would be deserted. He would then catch her unaware as she walked by.

That very morning Brandy Martian awoke after a night of intense sex with her boyfriend Mike. She looked over at him. He was sound asleep. That was good. He might want to go on fucking her all morning. That would not fit in with her schedule. She had to get to her show that morning. She got up out of bed and walked over to the full length mirror. She was totally naked. She smiled in admiration of her perfect body, the product of years of working out at the gym. She picked up a hair brush and began running it through her long curls. She knew her boyfriend was now awake. She could feel his eyes devouring her.

Mike loved watching Brady comb her hair in the mirror. She shifted her marvelous ass around as she pivoted her weight from one leg to another. She had the best backside on the planet and the most marvelous pair of legs. His cock spring into an erection and he found himself wanting her badly. He got out of bed and walked up behind her. She smiled.

"I see you in my radar", she said jokingly to him.

"Your going to feel me to", he replied.

He put his arms around her. She could feel his erect cock pressing into her backside. She knew she had to leave but a feeling of uncontrollable lust came over her. She put down the hair brush and and gripped the dresser. She pushed back and ground her ass into him as he thrust inside her.

"Damn Mike your fucking inside me and I have to go....Oh damn you Mike....."

Nike was not going to miss his chance for another piece of her fabulous ass before she left. Before she could stop him he was already inside her balls deep. She knew it was already too late to resist and she didn't want to. She couldn't if she had wanted to. Her body was already in pleasure mode and she couldn't turn it off. His hands reached around her and squeezed her tits. He kissed and licked her neck and shoulders. That was the clincher. When he hit her erogenous zones she was gone. She held onto the dresser as he pounded her. The dresser and mirror was shaking to his thrust. She had one orgasm, then another in short order. She had already had so many orgasms she had lost count. What difference would another few make? If pregnancy had been her goal, she would be pregnant twenty times over. She yelled out her passion. Once again she had come.

"Oh God Mike You seduced me!"

She turned into his embrace and pressed against him.

"Mike I lied", she said to him smiling.

"You lied about what". he replied.

"When I said you seduced me. It wasn't seduction. I wanted you Mike. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and mashed her mouth into his. She kissed him for a very long time rotating her head around and twisting her mouth into his. Before she pulled away she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.

"Your a good kisser", he said to her.

"That was my apology to you", she replied.

"I want another apology", he said to her.

She kissed him again, very long and deep putting everything she had into it and griding herself into him.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....I love your apologys.

"I love you.....Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....."

Roger was getting inpatient as he waited on Brady to come out. She was already an hour late and he was beginning to wonder if she would come out at all. It was already starting to get daylight and the street cop would be out soon. Another few minutes went by. He had just started to leave when he saw Brandy step down the stairs of her apartment. He went back into the shadows. She turned and started in his direction. He was amazed at how lovely and alluring she was. She was clad in a very expensive and revealing outfit. She walked with the same spontaneous and natural grace that he had seen in her catwalk. It was too bad he thought that she had to die but it had to be that way. He heard the loud clap clap of her high heels as she approached. She was close enough now that he could see her face. How beautiful it was, how arresting. What flashing eyes. What sensual lips. Now she was close enough. He raised the mallet to strike the fatal blow. Just at the wrong time he saw the cop down the street. The surprise was just enough to make him lose balance. The blow missed her head and hit her shoulder. The force was great enough to knock her to the pavement. She screamed out as she fell. The policeman heard the scream and blew his whistle. Robert then took off running. The policeman came to assist the woman. She was not too badly hurt. She was able to give a good description of her assailant. Brandy was taken down to the station and ask more questions. The pieces were now all starting to come together. Even though there was still no real evidence police were now had a suspect. It was Robert Johnson the host of the international cooking show.

When Betty heard that her husband was a chief suspect in the murders it confirmed all her suspicions. She still wanted to be wrong. She didn't want to connect all the dots just yet. She went to the kitchen and opened the freezer. It was full of packages wrapped in paper. She noticed that they had not been professionally wrapped as they would have if he had bought them at a meat market as he claimed. There was another thing that caught her attention. The writing on the paper was in Robert's had writing. It was not done by a meat cutter. She was compelled to open one of the packages. What she saw made her scream. It was a human arm and hand, that of a female with long red polished nails. She stumbled back from the horrid site, nearly fainted from the shock. The maid heard the scream and rushed down to see what was wrong. By the time she got there Betty had recovered.

"Watch the kids she told her. I am going out."

Robert was at the time right in the middle of one of his shows when his wife bust into the studio.

"Monster", she said to him. Don't eat it, she said to the audience. "He made it from body parts of women he murdered."

One can imagine the shock to the audience who were at te time right in the middle of eating the dish. Suddenly Robert rushed at her with a knife he was holding. When the blade came down she screamed and fell to the floor. It just missed her neck and made a gash on her back. At that very moment the police rushed in.

"Stop or we will shoot", they said to him.

Robert then pulled a pistol from his his pocket and aimed it to his head. He pulled the trigger. The audience gasp as the loud shot ring out. Brains and blood spewed from his head even before he fell to the floor.

"You better take the lady out", said one of the officers. She needs medical attention and she has been through enough."

"Are we still on the air", screamed out the co host.

"I am afraid this went out to millions of households", replied the camera man.

"Oh God", replied the host.

"Well this is one for the books", said one of the officers.

"Yes but most of all I feel for his children."

"Yes I feel for his children and his poor wife", replied the other officer.