The second, intrigue filled season of the Showtime series "The Tudors" is in full swing and I thought it was a perfect time to talk about the women of "The Tudors" and the man who loved and beheaded them.

My name is Dexter Morgan and I'm a serial killer.  Megan's allowing me to write her post this week because I make her uncomfortable.  She had mixed feelings about writing about me, because she finally saw my show and liked it.  You see, Megan finally broke down, cheapskate that she is and got Showtime. So she's gotten to know me very well in anticipation of my CBS network debut.  While she's fascinated by me, and that other guy, Michael C. Hall, she's terribly embarrassed by her attraction to me.  She really shouldn't be.  We are what we are. I'm a forensic blood spatter specialist for the Miami Police Department.  My job is to help catch killers.  But since I was a young boy, I've had those urges myself.  The only time I ever feel anything is when I kill.  I've developed good techniques for appearing normal to everyone around me, but make no mistake about it, I feel nothing.  Except of course when I can add another slide to my blood collection.