I got a text from my next-door neighbor today.
It read:
Hi, Fred, this is Richard, next door. I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve been riddled with guilt for a few months, and I have been trying to get up the courage to tell you face-to-face.
At least I’m telling you in this text and I can’t live with myself a minute longer without you knowing about this. The truth is that when you’re not around I’ve been sharing your wife, day and night.
In fact, probably much more than you. I haven’t been getting it at home recently and I know that that’s no excuse. The temptation was jus