01/04/2011 § 2 Comments
Her naked back, so beautiful, glows soft and pale in the lamp’s light. Such a pity it has to go to waste. I can’t let my wife find out about her.
“I’ve got to go now,” I say.
She doesn’t suspect a thing.
As I utter these words, I calmly pull the gun from out of my coat, point it at her, and squeeze the trigger.