Secretly, I’d been planning this weekend for months. My wife thought I was being spontaneous and romantic. In reality, I was organized and concise.
We checked into the hotel at exactly 7:00 pm. Right on schedule. I convinced my wife to relax in the jacuzzi downstairs. This, of course, was a ploy. I needed to visit some “friends” and she was on a need to know basis.
Stepping outside, a car immediately pulled to the curb and I jumped in. Without a word, the driver took off. We pulled into an alley ten mintues later. A cab was waiting. I made my deal and got back in the car. I was taken back to the hotel.
Back in our room, I hid my “package” with the Bible in the drawer next to the bed. My wife came back shortly thereafter.
We went to dinner, had some drinks, danced, and smooched. We weaved back to the room and made love. My wife fell asleep in my arms, content. Once I was sure she wouldn’t wake up, I grabbed the gun from its hiding place, placed it to her temple, and pulled the trigger.