The Bluff
The Bluff By Alyssa Davis It was just a typical Saturday morning, or so I thought. I had been reading the newspaper over a cup of coffee, my daily routine, when my wife, Amy, stormed into the kitchen. She had a smug look on her face. I knew that lookI knew I was in for trouble. "All right, Carl," she announced, "You always make the smart-ass statement you would go on a vacation with me anywhere I wanted to go but only if you could travel as a woman. You're so sure that I think the...