Pass the wine...

Case #1538-B

(Not an actual case #) (Names have been changed to protect the dead).

It was late, Samantha had a long, rough day at work. Her boss had been down her throat about finishing her project on time, she left in a hurry, only to come home to an ungrateful husband and 2 unruly children. She longed for the time when the kids would be fast asleep and her husband would be passed out on the recliner with a half empty bottle of scotch on the nightstand beside him.

Samantha climbed into the bathtub, candles flickering around her, water just about to slosh over the edges and onto the white tile floor. Glass of red wine in hand, hair pulled back, but wisps falling down into the bath water, she turns quick bursts of hot water on and off with her big toe. She sinks under the water and tries to empty all the thoughts racing through her head. She comes up for a breath of air, completely relaxed.

Once Samantha's glass was empty, she knew it was time to get out and get ready for bed. She steps out of the tub, dries off, slips on a red silk robe and grabs her glass. She pours herself another drink. She goes onto the balcony of their master bedroom on the second floor. Wind blowing in her wet hair, she leans on the railing and drinks her wine. 

Sounds like a relaxing evening doesn't it? Well, by the time I arrive, Samantha is laying on her back, robe untied, half in a bush and half on the pavement, the smallest amount of blood is coming dried under her nose. 

This is where things got interesting. According to some, there was a fight between Samantha and her husband. The fact that she was lying on her back did make sense if she was pushed over the balcony. I mean who jumps to their death backwards? And who tries to kill themselves on a 2nd story? The success rate seems rather low. 

Others say that Samantha simply had too much to drink, slipped and went over the railing...I'm no detective, but it seems questionable to me. 

Either way, if you're jumping off a balcony, aim for the shrubbery, because pavement isn't too forgiving on the skull. Talk about a splitting headache.  

Take My Breath Away

Case #4137-C

(Not an actual case #) (Names have been changed to protect the dead).

Curtis McQueen was only 24 years old. I had known him since I was a child, though we were never close by any means. Years down the road, we ran into each other while I was running errands. I did not speak to him, and I do not think he recognized me, but I did notice something unusual about him...Curtis had markings and bruises around his ankles and wrists. I laughed to myself thinking he liked things spicy in the bedroom, and I pushed the thoughts aside. 

I couple weeks later I received a call to go into work. I arrived at the location of the body, and right away I knew it was Curtis. He laid there on the ground, naked, in an awkward position like he had been posed by an artist. Come to find out the cause of death was erotic asphyxiation. Curtis had placed the tie around his neck, tied it to the bed post, leaned forward and was pleasuring himself when he lost consciousness and choked himself to death. The coroner had come in, and cut Curtis down, and placed him on the floor. He was naked with a tie wrapped around his neck like some kind of bachelorette party stripper. My eyes drifted down his body like I was admiring a painting. I noticed beads, they looked like a rosary, wrapped around his privates. I was slightly amused, regardless of the situation. 

I got him onto the gurney and headed back to the office. I wheeled him in and started preparing the body. I had to remove the beads, tie, countless earrings, 2 nipple rings and placed everything in a ziplock marked with his name. His story had come to an end.

I understand people wanting to spice up their sex lives, but when dealing with this sort of thing, you need to be wary.....or have a spotter.