This is my first story. Thanks to CindyTV for pushing me to write it myself instead of wanting her to run with my idea to publish it under her name. 750 words isn't easy.
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Morons! I swear the airport is run by absolute Morons! I almost had to run from the domestic to international terminals because my connecting flight was late. I'm in great shape, if you consider round a shape, so I was breathing hard and perspiring. The morons at security thought I was sick and didn't let me in. Not making this flight meant I would miss my meeting so I might as well go home. Concur was my friend and was able to change my return flight from LAX to Phoenix. After a leisurely walk I was able to board the 737 for home.
Midnight found me parked in front of my dark house meaning Alice, my wife of 4 years, was asleep. As I set my backpack down in its usual place, I almost tripped over a briefcase - that wasn't mine. Turning on the lights, I noticed the table set for two with bits of food remaining.
I'm insecure. My wife is a fox and I've always been overweight and out of shape. Add to that all the LW stories I read. Enough said. Climbing the stairs with my new Samsung S23 in hand, I looked in the master bedroom and could see my wife and someone, not me, sleeping with her.
After taking a few pictures and gathering the men's clothes from the floor, I went downstairs to my study. I wasn't ruling out doing something stupid, just wanted to think about it first. After holding my Glock 20 (I know - Combat Tupperware for all you 1911 bigots - this dig doesn't count towards my 750 words) for a couple minutes, I had an idea.
