Well, by now you know that I was actually in love with a beautiful woman named Diana Davis, I'm gonna opt the "Miller" part because I was no so fond of the so called husband of hers. Ever since we killed her husband, I mean technically Martin, my bodyguard shot him on the head but I am guilty too since I stood there and watched ─ even worse, I took advantage of his absence to get inside his wife's pants. But to me Diana was not just a whore whom I wanted to fuck, she was the love of my life and practically the only woman I had hopes of sharing my life with.
Diana was the very air I breathed, the reasons for my existence and the only woman who knew how to calmed down my nerves. I was an addict back then but with her I didn't need any drugs, Diana was my drugs, and anxiety pills. You could ask Martin if you don't believe me, but I was healed around her ─ I was content and happy. I still have vivid images from our night in Santorini, with the huge storm upon us.
