Always trust your gut instinct?

February 2, 2013

The attractive brunette standing at the top of stairs is not my wife. “Come to bed,” she urges. “But there’s something I need to do…”  “Is this one of your games?” she interrupts, pouting playfully. Her phone rings and she answers. Sensing danger, I open the door and run. Fast.

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