My Name Is Dave

I was so in love with her. Crazy in love, so in love that I would have killed someone for her if she asked me. Then one night she did.
She told me she was being blackmailed by this man named Roger, she refused to tell me for what but she said that all he wanted from her was sex.
I understood, she was beautiful, sexy beyond belief, I can not say I would not do the same thing if I was in his shoes, she was that desirable.
But I could not have another man having sex with the woman I loved, the woman I hoped to marry.
So I planned and I waited for the right moment to kill this man named Roger. I followed him for weeks, figured out his schedule and I finally knew exactly when I was going to do it.
The night came, I knew he always walked home and took a shortcut through a dark alley that required him hopping a small fence.
I knew there would be no witnesses, that fence made people walk around the block and at this time of night the only people on the streets were drunks and junkies, and they were not jumping fences.
I waited for him, sure enough, he hopped the fence with no idea that his life was about to end. He did not stand a chance as I came out of the shadows and was upon him in a split second.
I grabbed him by the back of his head with my left hand and buried the knife deep in to his stomach with my right. As he slumped to the ground, I twisted the knife in, making sure it did maximum damage.
He laid on the ground in shock, looking directly in to my eyes with fear, wondering why and what had just happened, blood pouring from his mouth.
I looked in to his eyes and said with fury, “Roger, you will never touch her again, you blackmailing asshole.”
His body shook, he was dying, he looked at me with horror and fear and tried to say something I could not understand as he was spitting up blood trying to get those last words out.
Finally his body relaxed, he knew his fate was sealed and he gave up the fight to live. The blood flowed from his mouth in a gush, clearing his throat just enough so that he can get the last words of his life out clear enough for me to understand, “my name is Dave.”