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Brilliant Insanity by Yvonne Mason

   My name is Marion Louise Reinhart. At least it has been for many years. The name on my birth certificate is Marion Lewis Reinhart. My mother wanted a boy. My parents called me Lewis from the day I was born. I am scheduled to die by the lethal cocktail in five days.
   The lethal cocktail is a mixture of sodium pentathlon, which produces a coma, pancironium bromide, which relaxes the muscles, and potassium chloride, which causes the heart to stop beating. Separately, these drugs are good. Together they are, well, lethal. What a way to go. When I found out I was going to have this lovely lethal cocktail, I looked it all up in the prison library. Funny, they strap me down to put me to sleep. By the time I get hit with the chloride, I will be in the twilight zone.
   But before I go, I've been given permission to tell the facts of what happened all those years ago. The facts are so much better than the truth as all of them know it. The facts are what really happened and why. The facts will finally set me free. Not their so called truth. The cops thought they were so smart. They thought they had it all figured out. They thought it was about my sexual inabilities. They thought it was the only way I could get off. Those idiots! It had nothing to do with sex. It had to do with revenge.
   As I glanced around the room, my eyes stopped abruptly on the young reporter sitting across from me. She was over dressed in a pale blue suit. Her blouse was a shade darker and all the buttons were fastened according to the prison rules. There was no excess or inviting flesh anywhere. She looked like an old-fashioned school marm waiting to wrap my knuckles for some infraction of the rules. I couldn't help but notice her red shoulder length hair, and like me, it had a mind of its own. She's in her mid twenties. I thought her deep green eyes were the best quality about her until I noticed her face, soft and petite with a mouth that is small and seductively inviting. She has a small delicate nose, which is slightly turned up on the end. She will break some man's heart one day, if she hasn't already. She wore no jewelry. Her name is Mandy McQuaid, from the Fort Pierce, Sentinel.
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