“He certainly does have impressive muscles, doesn’t he?” Victor approached his wife from behind, as she stood perusing the pretty bronzed plant-waterer from their bedroom window.
“I hadn’t noticed,” she lied.
“Time to get ready for date night,” he reminded her.
She feigned enthusiasm.
Victor knew his wife’s makeup routine well.
He sat smiling to himself as he watched her dip her contact lenses into the cleansing solution.
She possessed a unique talent of being able to insert both simultaneously.
He’d banked on that when he replaced the solution with oven cleaner: sodium hydroxide.
She wouldn’t look at another man again.