I am such a great and concerned wife that I intercepted that wretch at a cross road on my way back home later that very afternoon. She was only to clean the house twice a week then leave you see. I was so good as I spotted her and hid behind a corner. I was as good as I pulled out the new knife I bought from her husband, the local butcher himself! Yes surely I was a good woman as I rammed the blade of the knife into the side of her neck when she was close enough! Down she went; her end so swift and precise she never had a chance to make a noise. As she fell dead, her head dangling of her body, I smiled knowing what I had to do for the good of my husband. So I went to work hacking the body to many pieces after dragging it to a more secluded area. Whack, she was decapitated. Whack, those dainty little hands gone. Whack, whack, whack, there go both her dingy filthy feet. Unfortunately my labors were only half done. You see me being the good woman I am; I needed not only eliminate the problem, but make sure he learns his lesson. So calmly I packed the smaller pieces of the she devil’s body into my shopping bag. I had to hurry home. You see no matter what, a good woman had to ensure her husband’s dinner was made.
When I arrived I did not call out to my husband. No I remained silent as I peeked into the room. Just as I thought, he went shooting again without telling me. That was his favorite thing to do when he was bored. It seems that maid did not hold his attention long enough. It doesn’t matter now. Soon all would be well. Now a good woman must not dwell too much on the past. I had a dinner to prepare and a husband to take care of. Now first I must clean up. Being the great wife I am, I had to look my best when my husband came home.
The soft pale blue dress, now splattered in red, was discarded and put in the bottom of the dirty laundry. I switched into a long white satin dress that complimented my figure so nicely. It hugged all my curves wonderfully and the long sleeves dangled off my arms slightly; giving the dress more character.
“Perfect” I thought as I looked in the mirror applying the last of my make-up. I looked like his sweet little innocent attentive wife. Then again I am! Now what should I do for tonight’s dinner. I know I’ll make him his favorite soup after his active day today. After all I have a few new ingredients I want to add to the mix.
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A Good Woman
TerrorA good woman needs to take care of her husband. Or at least that's what our narrator thinks. See exactly how she takes care of her husband, as well as his mistress!
