I was reading the latest series about ending the affair. I saw an entry from Harddaysknight and thought of a favorite story,
Not Guilty
, one of the most humorous stories I've read, here or anywhere. In that story, he uses a concept he calls an unspoken agreement, to great effect. What follows is 750 words ending an affair with an unspoken message. I hope you enjoy.
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My name is Bill Burns. I am co-owner of a small manufacturing firm here in Riverton. I've been married for 21 years to my college sweetheart, Sandy. We have two children and Sandy stayed at home with them, until the younger went off to college. Facing an empty nest, Sandy got a job as the executive assistant at Dunbarton, the largest firm in our town.
Sandy has worked at Dunbarton for five months. There are several executives for whom she is the chief assistant. She has a business degree and, frankly, it didn't hurt that her husband is a big customer of Dunbarton's products.
Among the people Sandy assists is Jay Bingham. He is several years younger and apparently a real lady's man. The first few months Sandy was absolutely effervescent about her job. She was always talking about some flirtatious think Jay had said or done. As I think about it, she has not mentioned him in a few weeks.
I am thinking about that because I just got a call from my business partner, attorney Randy Grant. Randy said he was driving by the Pines Motel, and saw Sandy pulling out of their lot. The Pines has no restaurant, and only one redeeming feature, cars parked at their rooms cannot be seen from the road. Many use the Pines, to my knowledge, no one ever slept there. I asked Randy to cancel everything and come to our offices, right now.
I am a problem solver. Sandy and I have an iron-clad, no questions asked policy about cheating; one and done. The last six weeks have been a disaster. We bet the company on a new piece of automation and while the quality was great, the production was too low. I have been working night and day. Not the best strategy for a man whose wife just started working with a known womanizer.
Being honest, in our marriage, there have been two different times, in 20 years that circumstances caused me to stray one night. I knew the rules and never admitted anything. Now, I had a big problem, Sandy and I are in love and I can't catch her, or I will be forced to divorce her. So, she must let me know, she was not having an affair, and would never consider one.
I got on the phone and ordered two dozen red roses to be delivered to Sandy at work. I had the card read,