Actions Do Speak Louder

Still in his business suit, Phil nursed a scotch at the small cafe table as Carly breezed in, announcing, "We need to talk!"

She emerged from the bedroom in sweat pants and a tee-shirt, and plopped into the chair opposing him.

"Finances... errands... chores... work.... Look, we're just not having any fun in our marriage any more, Phil, and I know I own half that responsibility."

Her whine continued and so self-consuming that she didn't notice the hand he slipped into his suit coat's side pocket to fondle the gun, finding the trigger.

The gun was out and aimed at her chest, specifically at her breasts, as he emptied it while she shrieked and screamed until the squirt gun was empty.

Her nipples reacted to the ice water, popping erect against the cotton tee, and he yelled, "TURKEY'S DONE!!" prompting her to leap across the table, spilling the drink, ending-up with two entwined bodies giggling, rolling and trading kisses on the floor and a $49 table in need of repair.