The blinding aura emanating from his hip in no way impedes my vision of his painfully grimaced, open mouth. To his right, with a ruby-hued, tear-sodden face, was his beautiful naked wife, perched, suprised, on the red silken bottom sheet of their marital bed. The matching top sheet, the bed’s regal-coloured purple duvet, and the pillows in their perfectly-matched royal covers, were all strewn about the floor around the magnificent king-sized bed.

Laura’s plump breasts echoed her magnificently round, child-bearing hips in paying homage to her sheer perfection not only as a lover, but also as a mother to their two children.

Andrew hadn’t been with the company long at the time of it’s anniversary function, and I know I wasn’t alone in admiring his glamorous older wife. That night heralded a five-month affair between us.

They say your life flashes before your eyes at your time of death, but this was my last sight as Andrew came into the room with the shotgun, only allowing time for me to alight from the bed.