At that moment, Judge Stanford takes her seat on the bench and the trial resumes.

«Miss Bailey, let me say that we are very happy to see you sitting here with us today. The infortunate events that happened in the last few days have scared us all and we are grateful that you and your husband are all right» the judge says with a warm smile. I nod at her while Sid squeezes my arm.

Before bringing out their key witness, the defense calls a man and a woman on the stand, both employees of Stanley Ferguson. The woman, Sheila Perkins, was Ferguson's secretary and she's telling the court about her boss' schedule the day of the murder. Both testimonies takes up the entire day.

Once court is adjurned, I'm about to leave the building when a young woman, about 20 and very beautiful, grabs my arm to get my attention. «May I help you?».

«I think I'm the one who can help you, Miss Bailey. I need to talk to you» she answers while her eyes screens the hall. «May I inquire what this is about?» I want to know before hearing what she has to say.

«It's about the Ferguson case. I can give you the proof you need to put him behind bars» she replies with tears in her eyes.

I crutch inside one of the rooms used for conference between laywers, followed by the mystery lady. I sit down and prop my casted leg on a chair.

«Well, what's your story?». She starts talking and suddenly, I realize the missing piece of the puzzle has found me... As soon as the woman is through talking, I call Sid and ask him to meet me at the office. He is blown away by what I tell him over the phone. In my office, we go over this new information and decide how we will use it. At 10 o'clock, we call it a night.

When I get home, Tom is waiting for me in the living room. I hobble toward the couch and let myself down, drained by the day's events. Tom lifts up my cast and put my foot in his lap.

«How was your work session with Sid? Anything you can tell me?» he says while strocking my toes.

«No, but let's just say that Ferguson will go to prison for a very long time. I'm tired sweetie, do you mind if I turn in early?».

«Of course not. Let me help you».

Tom gets me my crutches and I slowly hobble down the hall. I quickly get undress and get ready for bed. Tom slips the pillows under my broken leg and kisses me gently before turning off the light. «Sweet dreams my love» he whispers.

The next day, I'm so excited that I wake up before the alarm goes off. An hour later, I'm back at the courthouse, but nobody's there yet. I take this time to think about what lays ahead. Dennis Turner is in for quite a shocker, not to mention Stanley Ferguson.

«Earth to Jennifer» I hear a voice behind me. I turn around to see Sid standing next to me. «Are you thinking about what we're about to pull ?». «Yeah, what else is there?» I reply smiling from ear to ear.

The judge enters the room and Dennis Turner is called to the stand. The defence go over Ferguson's alibi. Turner maintains he was with the accused when the murder was commited. Later that night, he took a flight to New-York and only heard about the murder two days after he got back. That's when he went to the police with his story. Ferguson's laywer seems very pleased by this witness' testimony. When he's finished with his questionning, Bill Collins turns the man over to us and the fun begins...

I get up on my crutches and hobble toward the stand. Turner's eyes are all over my casted leg. First, I ask him about his alibi and his trip to New-York, then I drop the bomb...

«Mr. Turner, do you have a daughter named Sarah?». Fear lits up in the man's eyes.

«I don't understand what...» he begins.

«Please, sir, answer the question. Do you have a daughter named Sarah?». A few seconds pass before the witness mutters an almost inaudible yes.

«Did you know that your daughter was having an affair with Stanley Ferguson?». Now, Dennis Turner is as white as a sheet.

«Please answer the prosecutor, Mr Turner» Judge Stafford warns him. Dennis Turner swallows a few times and then explains that he learned about it just a short while ago.

«Did you learn about it the night of the murder?» I ask. «Maybe... I don't recall..» Turners says.

«Then, let me refresh your memory. You met with Stanley Ferguson, at his request, a half hour after the murder. Ferguson admitted to you that he'd just killed his wife for the money and the love of your daughter. He also asked that you lie for him to the police in order to give him an alibi. If not, he would say that your daughter was the one who wanted his wife dead and that maybe she hired somebody to do the dirty job. You couldn't think straight because that was the first time you heard about Sarah and Ferguson being lovers. You didn't want any trouble for your daughter so you accepted Ferguson's terms. Is that how it went? Remember that lying under oath could put you in jail Mr. Turner...».

The witness looks directly into Ferguson's eyes and with a strangled voice, he nods to everything I've just said. At that moment, Ferguson jumps on his feet and starts screaming. «You bastard! Don't listen to him! He's lying...». Two court officers have to calm him down before the trial can go on. Behind me, I hear the audience go crazy.

«I have no further questions your Honor» I say while crutching back to my chair. Numb by what they have just seen, the defence rests its case. There's electricity in the courtroom as Judge Stanford gives her instructions to the jury. We all know that the deliberations will be short.

As expected, an hour later, the jury finds Stanley Ferguson guilty of murder one with premeditation. Sentencing will be giving in two days. After the verdict is read, Sid takes me into his arms and kisses me on both cheeks. Outside, reporters and cameramen are all over me, wanting to know how I found out about Turner's daughter. I explain how she came to me because she felt betrayed by her lover. She didn't want anything to do with a murderer, reaveling that she had trouble sleeping knowing another human being was dead because of her.

After all the commotion, I call Tom to give him the good news. He tells me how happy and proud he is of me and we promise to have a celebration of our own.

It is about 6 o'clock when I crutch into the house. I notice that the living room is lit only by candles, dozens of them, all colors, all shapes... What on earth is this? I wonder to myself.

«Tom, where are you?» I shout.

«I'm in here» Tom says as he steps inside the living room from the kitchen. Something smells heavenly and my mouth waters at the thought of good food.

Tom walks toward me and kisses me. «Congratulations Miss Bailey on a job well done». He hands me a glass of red wine and we sit on the couch, snuggling. We talk about the trial for a few minutes and then Tom takes me to the dining room. He serves me the most wonderful meal I have ever tasted and we eat slowly, enjoying each other's company. In the background, Diana Krall is singing about love.

«I have another surprise for you my love» Tom suddenly whispers in my ear. «You mean, besides candles, sweet music, red wine, good food and a handsome man? You are spoiling me rotten my dear» I tell him.

«You deserve it honey. Why don't you go in the bathroom, get undress and then you can come into the bedroom when I say it's OK...».

«What?» I say laughing. «Don't ask any question and do as I say. You won't regret it, I promise».

I get up on my crutches and leave for the bathroom. I do as Tom requested and a few minutes later, I'm hobbling into the bedroom, totally naked except for the cast on my leg. I can tell by the look in his eyes that Tom is excited to see me crutching in the nude. He caresses my bare shoulders and kisses me on the neck. His hands are now touching my breasts and he teases my hard nipples with his fingertips. Slowly, he takes one crutch away from me, and then the other. I'm now holding on to him, helpless without my crutches. Tom takes me into his arms and carries me to a big black table spread in the middle of the room. He gently puts me down on it, helps me turn around on my belly and slips one pillow under my casted knee. I still don't know where he's going with that...

«You've worked hard these past weeks honey and I think it's time you have a nice long massage to relieve all the tension that has been building inside that gorgeous body. Just relax and let the master do his work» Tom says.

«A massage? Baby you think of everything don't you?».

Tom opens a bottle of vanilla oil and a sweet and delicious smell fills the room. My husband starts his massage by rubbing my shoulders. His hands are warm and strong, yet his touch is very gentle to me. He moves slowly, massaging every inch of my body. He is now all over my back and I moan with pleasure, my eyes closed.

«Is everything all right?» Tom asks.

«Everything is just perfect honey» I reply. Tom is now rubbing oil all over my right leg and calf. This is so erotic ! When he is all done, he helps me roll over and kisses me again on the lips. He opens a second bottle of oil, which smells as wonderful as the first one. I think it's jasmine.

He rubs my belly tenderly and feeling Tom's hands on my bare skin gets me excited. Again, he massages my right leg and then rubs the sole of my foot and each toe lovingly.

He is now paying plenty of attention to my casted foot and toes. He caresses them slowly and when it's all over, he bends down and kisses the tips of my toes.

«So, what do you think of my little surprise?».

«That was wonderful Tom. I feel so relax, like I don't have a care in the world. There's just one thing I'd like you to do right now...» I say.

«What's that?» Tom asks me.

«Make love to me sweetie...». Without a word, Tom takes me in his arms and carries me to the bed where we kiss passionatelly. Our lovemaking is as perfect as the night, tender and satisfying for both of us.

Two days later, Stanley Ferguson is sentenced to life in prison.