"I don't believe it" shrieked Martha. "After

"I don't believe it" shrieked Martha. "After all the times you've told me you would never do that again. Perhaps now I can finally

get the divorce without that stupid prenuptial clause you insisted upon. I should have known then that you had an ulterior motive for marrying me." Plates glasses and and iron flew

towards the 747 jet turbine that he'd engineered to flow in reverse. He was sucking up the house so no one would have it in the divorce. She stormed out in her spanks, and

was sucked into the all consuming vortex of compressed air and volatile jet fuel, the look on her face one of absolute regret that she hadn't taken the doctor's advice and quit

hiding in the storage compartments of trans-Atlantic flights to save money. As she plummeted to the ground she wondered if

an umbrella would really work. As the craft went into a tail spin, she kicked out the emergency exit. Unfurling the bumbershoot, she leaped. "Mary Poppins!" she yelled and flew

The journey across the lake was long and painful. The only answer was to survive, but at what price? Would the man believe her or would he report her to the police?

She didn't know. But she couldn't take any chances so she left right away and went out of sight. She ran and ran until night fell and then went and rested. She had escaped from

her worst fear, or so she believed. Without her noticing or suspecting, her pursuers were moments from getting the drop on her! And then they did, and she died. Probably.