Son Of Evil
â€˜â€™Iâ€™m worried that Iâ€™m losing my wifeâ€™s love,â€™â€™ the husband told the counsellor.
â€˜â€™Has she started to neglect you?â€™â€™
â€˜â€™Not at all,â€™â€™ the dejected man replied. â€˜â€™She meets me at the door with a cool drink and a warm kiss. My shirts are always ironed, sheâ€™s a great cook, the house is always neat, she
keeps the kid out of my hair. She lets me choose the television shows we watch and she never objects to kinky sex or says she has a headache.â€™â€™
â€˜â€™So whatâ€™s the problem?â€™â€™
â€˜â€™Maybe Iâ€™m just being to sensitive,â€™â€™ the husband ventured, â€˜â€™but at night, when she thinks Iâ€™m sleeping, she puts her lips close to my ear and whispersâ€¦
â€˜Die, you son of a bitch, Die!â€™â€™â€™