Deathbed
Jake was on his deathbed while
his wife, Becky, maintained a steady vigil by his side. As she held
his fragile hand, her warm tears ran silently down her face,
splashed onto his, and roused him from his slumber. He looked up
and his pale lips began to quiver with sound.
"My darling Becky," he whispered.
"Hush, my love," she said. "Go back to sleep Shhh! Don't talk."
But he was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice. "I have
to talk. I have something I must confess to you."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky. "It's all
right. Everything's all right, go to sleep now."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I slept with your sister, your
best friend and our next door neighbor."
Becky mustered a pained smile and stroked his hand. "Hush now Jake,
don't torment yourself. I know all about it," she said. "Why do you
think I poisoned you?"









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well that's the tail wagging the dog...........
replyYou can only keep stuff from a woman just so long, then you need a body double!!!
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