Guest guest Posted May 20, 2004 Report Share Posted May 20, 2004 Dying Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. " Becky my darling, " he whispered. " Hush my love, " she said. " Rest, don't talk. " He was insistent. " Becky, " he said in his tired voice, " I have something that I must confess. " " There's nothing to confess, " replied the weeping Becky, " everything's all right, go to sleep. " " No, no.. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your mother! " " I know, my sweet one " whispered Becky, " lie still and let the poison work. " Express yourself with over 8,000 FREE Email Smileys - click here! Get your FREE personalized email signature at My Mail Signature! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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