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A Loving Wife Dies: Bora Bora

... brain worked hard. "Couldn't you offer a good PI company?” he asked. Collins was surprised, “Ah, you’ve got an idea? „My whore identified most of her lovers, and if they were married that time and they are still married with the same wives now, the wives could get a copy of my wife’s letter…” Collins agreed, and smiled at Max. “It’s a good idea,” he admitted. But Max went on. “…And you are right about my having to be kind to her. If I am civil with her, I may get information about her affairs, when she was with her lovers. I think the majority of the old wives won't divorce from their husbands but the being-old-together project of the exlovers will be poisoned a little with anger and hate.” Collins gave Max the address of a good PI firm and he telephoned the attesting notary. He told her it was an emergency matter because of the last stage breast cancer, so she set the appointment in the hospice for two o’clock the next day. Collins told Max that he would be there too. Max went to the PI firm. He asked about investigation possibilities about the addresses, the marital statuses and the exact dates of the weddings. The PI firm could also provide the service of delivering the evidence to the innocent spouses. Max planned to use this service as well. He went to the hospice at five o’clock. On his way he was full of hatred against Martha, but he got into a patient mood in the hospice. He conditioned himself to a polite conversation. He was lucky everybody had gone home, so ...

... they were alone when he entered the ward of his wife. Martha was in her bed and her pain was attenuated by medication. She looked at Max with pleasure. Max wanted to spit right into her face, but he was determined to remain in a polite mood. “Hi Martha,” he greeted her. “I’m glad you came. I was afraid of you had some problem,” Martha said. Max sat on the chair beside her bed. “I’ve got your letter,” he began calmly. In the room the silence was dense for a while and Martha looked at her husband with fear. Max carried on. “I cannot say I was happy when I read your letter, but I had almost one day to digest it.” “My priest told me it’s better to be with God without lies. I’d like to have my soul cleaned,” Martha replied. Max swallowed. “I know it isn't easy to read my confession, but I want to relieve my soul before my death to go to heaven,” she added. Max wanted to yell at his cunt whore “What heaven?! Go to hell!” but he managed to keep cool and an idea formed in his mind. He now knew how to turn the conversation to serve his purpose. “I think you could get absolution from God, if you assist me in your last time on Earth. Moreover, you could at last do something for me according to your wedding vow.” Martha sighed.“Max, I’ll do what you ask from me. I want to be your good wife before my death,” she said. Max was boiling inside, “You want to be what? A good wife?! Who do you think you're, you bitch?! Skank! Cunt!” but keeping in mind Collins’s advice not to lose his temper he ...