She was lying on the bed reading a book when her husband walked into the bedroom. He had a pair of pinking shears in his hand. She felt uncomfortable because of the serious look that was on his face.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He did not answer, but he walked quickly to the bed, grabbed one of her hands, opened the pinking shares and put her pinky finger between the blades, “I bet you that I can cut off your pinky.” He chuckled.
She felt the cold steel against her finger and she was scared, but she held in her screams.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” he asked.
“Would it make a difference?”
“You are not afraid that I would really do it?”
She looked at him seriously and said, “Isn’t this one of your jokes?”
“I guess it is.”…
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