I came upon the lovers as I was hunting in Colbert's Wood. They were making love out in an open meadow.
Embarrassed, I turned away to leave--then saw that the woman was my wife. I stepped behind a bush and waited. When they sat up, I saw that the man was my best friend.
I shot them both, cleaned the rifle, and returned it. The weapon belonged to my best friend, and no one knew that I had borrowed it that morning.
Except maybe my wife. But that didn't matter, now.
Embarrassed, I turned away to leave--then saw that the woman was my wife. I stepped behind a bush and waited. When they sat up, I saw that the man was my best friend.
I shot them both, cleaned the rifle, and returned it. The weapon belonged to my best friend, and no one knew that I had borrowed it that morning.
Except maybe my wife. But that didn't matter, now.
