After inserting a fresh Tampon, she toweled her still warm body and began to dress. Her watch on the bathroom sink, looked at her and said she had time to make the twenty-minute drive home, plenty of time to let the glow of sex fade from her face. The Tampon was a decoy against sex with her husband and it absorbed any semen that hadn't trickled out in the shower. Pulling into the garage she thought of her husband and what his reaction would be if he knew she was sleeping with his business associate. The thought made her squeeze her thighs together feeling a faint tingle, but the brief smile that crossed her face disappeared when she saw him standing there dressed in his bathrobe and .45 caliber automatic. The belt of his open robe swung slowly, as did the heavy weapon dangling at his side. As she slid from the car, rage suddenly blackened his face, showing his teeth. She heard shots ring out as she saw the gun extended in his wide-eyed grip and heard the crack of the bullet as it passed over her shoulder missing. She felt the second before she heard the sound. She felt it enter, tearing her insides, ripping past her spine, destroying her abdomen and her empty womb. The Tampon wouldn't stop this flow she thought. She saw the smoke rolling from the barrel in a dreamy haze as she dropped to the waiting kiss of cold concrete, a new lover waiting to caress and kiss her body. Numbness of a shattered spinal cord anesthetized her fall to the garage floor. Lying there, she could see the encroaching red tide rolling toward her face. Resignation hugged her spirit even when she realized the blood wasn't hers. From the awkward angle, her eyes showed her a rough pair of boots, draped black denim jeans, a battered army field-jacket and a black woolen mask leaking red. The dead hand was still twitching under the chrome trigger guard. In the dark, she had driven past the shadow that had awakened her husband. Dark blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, the small entry wound in her back and from her abdomen, where her exploded uterus pumped blood and bits of cotton packing onto the fast fading garage floor. As her eyes filled with the smoke of death, in the echoing the distance she heard her husband's distraught voice screaming "No!" but it was too late, the door had already closed. "I love you" went unheard as he cradled her lifeless body.