And so it was that former auditor Patrick Clusky presided over the annual general meeting of the Literary and Debating Society of 2007-2008 (161st Session). He brought to the forth some changes in the committee structure and conducted himself in the same business like manor as Kate McCann as she slowly slid the kitchen knife over little Madi's throat, gently pushing down until her druged daughter began to bleed uncontrollably from the place her troat used to be. Little did the members of this august house realise that Kate McCann would make an appearance later in the meeting.

Later in the meeting a young but talented James O’Donnell soon to be lit n debs recording secretly spied something with his large, lovely luscious lovely eyes. One Kate McCann. He got to his feet and declared ‘noble brother rise to your feet and look henceforth’ The whole congregation looked at Mrs. McCann which caused her to break down and she screamed “It was me, it was me, it was me. I returned to the apartment alone as Gerry believed to check on the kids but I had other plans. I slowly slide the kitchen knife over little Madi's throat, gently pushing down until her drugged body began to bleed uncontrollably from the place her throat used to be. It was then time to put Phase Two of my untracked murder plan into action. Checked on my twins confirming their safety, I never dreamed of hurting them. I only had eyes for Madi. I then returned to the restaurant, keeping my husband oblivious to the blood orgy I had just conducted less than eight minutes ago . I sipped wine and enjoyed the rest of the evening confident in the knowledge that my Swiss love ending land hand would complete that evenings work.

Yeaning briskly made his way to the boot of the rental car to retrieve the hack saw bleach and hydrochloric acid. But unfortunately for us he cut himself on the saw and left a blood stain on the boot of the car. This would cause us complications later. Inanest to work and had the body parts dissolving in the bath long before Gerry and I were to return. But unfortunately for him I had other plans.

Told Gerry I was going to cheek on the kids again but instead donned a pay of latex gloves and yeaning land hand received the same fate as my dear daughter. The trill of blood running through my hands almost gave me my second orgasm of the evening, but it wasn’t to be. This time it was business. I quickly tossed his body into the bath with mediating to stew and dissolve over night. I retrieved my husband and brought him to bed where we made sweet love but all the time I was thinking of the gore in my bath tub I would much rather be bathing in.

Early next morning I pulled the plug on the bath and watched all my good work go down the drain it was now time for the third and final part of my untracked murder plan. I made the call to la policies as a distressed mother and set up a bank account in which empathising mothers can made donations which to this day fund my fetish for the fucked up bodies of my victims. If only I studied harder in school and became a civil engineer rather than lowly doctor,” she said.

It was at this point than former auditor Patrick closely intervened and said “please state your name and faculty and start again.”

“It was me, it was me, it was me!”

These are my minutes.