I feel the cold gun barrel hard against my temple and imagine the shape of the mark it must be leaving.
I’m too afraid to speak or move; her nerves are frayed, wound tight to the point of snapping. Any wrong word or involuntary twitch could be my last.
“Do it,” she commands again through gritted teeth.
Finally, I gain control of my body. I reach out… and gently lower the toilet seat.
“Ha,” she crows, “I KNEW you could!”
Her eyes narrow and I hear the stiff metallic click as she cocks the pistol, “Now let’s talk about motivation.”
These Trying Times (Lockdown Blues)
Re: These Trying Times (Lockdown Blues)
Yes! Just gets better 
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That’s why I don’t let my wife have a gun, especially after what she’s already done to me with the potato peeler. Needless to say, I don’t urinate while standing anymore.
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