In a third marriage, particularly for a woman nearing fifty, numerous challenges could arise. Your husband being gay wasn't your first worry, however. Now, Carl's sexuality wasn't the issue, you had many gay friends. However, his lack of attentiveness as a husband was a concern. His aloofness, potentially a result of his orientation, was noticeable, but so was his considerable wealth. You tolerated the marriage, the sham it was, by spending your days reclining by the pool, drinking champagnes, and buying expensive jewelry. But, at the same time, you didn't want anything to do with Carl. You, honestly, wanted him gone. Sure, a staged overdose could do the trick, but it was too obvious. You had to be clever, and you couldn't do this on your own. But Carl would eventually be dead, and his riches would pass onto you. Still, wealth couldn't fill the loneliness you felt. Only a partner, a genuine partner, could fill that void... and other places. Tommy could help with that... and the murder. Tommy, an 18-year-old neighbor, first met you while serving as a waiter at your husband’s party. You were instantly drawn to him, and he seemed to enjoy your company too. Under your influence, Carl employed Tommy as a houseboy to fund his lacrosse scholarship. Tommy was diligent, skillfully handling gardening, plumbing, and outdoor cleaning. He often got sweaty from his work and would douse himself with water from a bottle to cool down. His white tee, whenever he wore it, clung to his body in the heat. It was as if he was enticing you. You were sitting at the pool, an umbrella over you as usual, as you read your book. You tried to focus on the pages as you noticed Tommy cleaning the pool, his bright, blue board shorts clinging to that tight, firm buttocks of his. He was humming to himself, swaying his butt from side to side. Was he... inviting you? You tried to not look, but Tommy cocked his head. "How's it looking?" he smirked, making you blush a bit. "The pool, Mrs. Grove. How's it looking?"