An Affair

The phone rang.  ‘I’ll get it,’ she said, slipping out of bed.  Sitting there, watching her go, he was reminded once again that it was his best friend’s house, his best friend’s bed, and his best friend’s wife.

“Who was it?” He asked when she returned.

“My husband.” She replied, “He’ll be late.  He’s playing golf with you.”

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One Response

  1. This one would make a good comic, I think.

    -random visitor from the freakangels board

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