Bedtime Story
"Careful, honey, it's loaded," he said, re-entering the bedroom.
"This for your wife?"
"No. Too chancy. I'm hiring a professional."
"How about me?"
He smirked. "Cute. But who would be dumb enough to hire a lady hit man."
She wet her lips, sighting along the barrel.
"Your wife."
- Jeffrey Whitmore
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