Rick and Molly Coddle (Past Verb Tenses)
Read Rick's adventure and choose the best verb form.
It (be) 6am. Rick (drive) all night to get to Molly’s apartment before she (can) leave for Paris. The streets of Philadelphia (be) empty as Rick (pull up) outside Molly’s building.
Rick (check) with the doorman that Molly (not/ get back) from the nightclub and (go) up to her penthouse suite on the 13th floor.
As Rick (leave) the elevator, he (hear) someone else near Molly’s door. He (wonder) if someone (be) in Molly’s room. She often had male ‘guests’ in her suite. He (wait) silently for a moment. A man (walk) towards him with the biggest, ugliest dog he (ever/see).
When he (be) sure the man (go), he (open) the door with his Visa card and quietly (enter) the room. He (can smell) Molly’s sweet perfume and (smile) to himself. He (have) some good memories of Molly’s soft body, leather boots and chocolate ice cream.
Rick (sit) with his back to the door, smoking, when Molly finally (come in). He (speak) without looking at her.
“Hello Molly”, said Rick, softly. “I (not/think) you would come home from the club alone.”
She (not/look) surprised when she (see) him. Someone (tell) her he would be there.
“Rick, it’s good to see you” replied Molly, in her smooth, sexy voice.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“Whisky”, said Rick. “Straight, no ice.”
Molly (give) Rick a glass and (put on) some jazz. Rick (drink) the whisky quickly and (stand up) to take some more.
“ you (kill) Fat Frankie, Molly”, asked Rick, looking in Molly’s seductive eyes for the first time.
Yes, but you’ll never tell anyone” she replied as Rick (fall) to floor, his hand holding his stomach, the whisky glass (break) under his body.
“Ugh…..” said Rick, “The whisky…….”
“Yes”, (cry) Molly, “You fool! I’m going to cut you up and feed you to Cuddles, the neighbours dog, just like I (do) with your friend Fat Frankie.”
“Not so fast Molly!”, said detective Pavlovski, as he (run) into the room. “We’ve been watching you for months, and thanks to the microphones Rick (hide) under his raincoat, we’ve got your confession on tape. I hope you like prison food, Molly”
“Molly (look) back at Rick who (lie) on the floor. “Damn you Mansworth”, she (shout), as the police (take) her away. “I hope that poison hurts like hell!”
“No way Molly!”, (laugh) Rick. “After suffering 12 years of my wife’s cooking, I can hardly feel anything!”
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