The Pride
The boss grabbed his wife’s hand and kissed her passionately, then grabbed her slender waist and gently stroked the back of the woman in her forties.
“Don’t get me wrong, dear. At first I didn’t agree with what he said not to shoot him because it had disturbed mine,” the boss said soothingly.
“Hmm, so you don’t care about me anymore?” the beautiful wife asked and sulking.
Again the boss hugged his wife, “Don’t get me wrong honey, he forbade me to shoot him because he has a very brilliant idea.”
“Hmm, what’s that idea?”
“Which do you think is more appropriate for someone who abused you? Was he shot dead and buried, or did he die slowly, enduring shame and pain for the rest of his life?”
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