My Boss, Her Lover

When my wife brought her lover home for the fifth time, I decided enough was enough.

I said nothing, not a word of complaint or protest. Instead, I superglued the windows shut and locked the bedroom door from the outside.

From the bedroom came the muffled sounds of her little escapade, breathless and feverish, carrying through the walls like a shameful melody no one asked to hear.

Calmly, I sat in the living room, picked up the phone, and called my mother-in-law.

"Jessie," I said, putting on my best tone of urgency, "it's bad—real bad!