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MURDER HE WROTE--A Poolside Death
« on: December 06, 2016, 03:17:28 PM »
MURDER HE WROTE – A Poolside Death . . .

Brian Chadwick and several friends had spent most of the afternoon lazing and swimming in his family's pool at their home in Portland, enjoying the warmth of that August Saturday. He and his buds had finished their cookout; not to mention, finishing off a couple of 12 packs of their favorite brew. It was going on 6 PM when the rest of his friends made their excuses and left Brian's home; the rest of Brian's family had taken off the night before to spend the weekend at their cabin on Lake Quinault. Brian had told his parents that he had invited some friends over and that they were going to spend Saturday afternoon hanging out at the pool.

Brian was just short of his 19th birthday; he had graduated in June from Prescott High School and was very much looking forward to his first year at Corban University in Salem, Oregon. He would turn 19 on November 7. Brian was a very responsible young man and his parents felt quite assured that he'd be okay on his own.

Brian was a very handsome young man, his looks made him the envy of many of his friends. Brian had been a member of the Prescott High School swim team; he had the physique of most competitive swimmers. At 5'10" tall, 150 pounds, he was a natural in the water.

Shortly after his friends had left, Brian had a couple more beers then stripped himself out of his Speedo's and headed over to the outdoor shower. He never made it.

He heard the wooden gate of the fence that surrounded the pool creak open. He turned around briefly to see who had come in to the enclosure. He watched as the masked figure began to walk toward him. When he saw the gun, time began to slow down as he watched the man approach. Without a word, the man lifted his pistol (Brian could see the silencer at the end of the pistol) and fired a single shot. The bullet entered Bryan's forehead snapping his head back a bit. He knew that he had just been shot not really feeling the bullet pierce his brain. His naked body fell backward onto the concrete slab that surrounded the pool,. his head bent over the edge of the pool. The man approached Brian's dead body and knelt down beside it.

Brian never felt the man's hands caressing his naked body, pinching his nipples repeatedly or stroking his cock and playing with his balls. After a while, his assailant simply got up, walked across the terrace and exited through the gate.

It wasn't until the next day that one of Brian's friends found his body and called the emergency services and the police department. Brian was pronounced dead at the scene.
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