This is a letter I wrote a couple of years ago. It is a true story. I actually had it printed and sealed in an envelope. That envelope was in a larger one addressed to a friend of mine who had reluctantly agreed to hand deliver it to a woman in our hometown. It was to be mailed to him at my death. He died. So, I have no way to get the letter to her without someone in her family seeing it. I have deleted or shortened names of people and places. Sorry, the only sex is implied.
A Bullet Story It was a Dark and Stormy Night. A loud clap of thunder masked the rumble from the rifle that sent the Bullet my way. It parted not only my skull but also me from my life. It was then I found out that there is a way to get even and along the way, make a few new friends. It's comforting to realize there is something after. / (Reviews)
After reading a story about a guy's wife cheating on him because he went to a strip club. She thought he cheated and of course he didn't. But she cheated anyway. She tried to make things even but getting the wives of the guys she fucked to fuck her husband to make things even, but he pussied out and said he would cheat on her. So here is my take on that story.