Pay the carpenter
That afternoon I had stayed at home, doing some paperwork in my own studio. I was busy and hurried to complete the heavy task.The doorbell sounded and I asked Anita if she could go to open the door; since she was there in the kitchen.I heard a strange voice and my wife shouted out it was the carpenter, coming for his payment.“Oh, great” I thought to myself, this lucky bastard screws my sexy wife and he wants more payment…As I could hear their voices, I carried on doing my paperwork.After a...