Perhaps you’re just off to freshen up?
Shower, by Gordon Lawrie
Standing in the shower, Louise sighed. For months, her husband David had acted strangely, spent a lot of evenings out, their sex-life had been non-existent. Eventually she’d followed him several times to a house in the next town where he’d been ‘warmly embraced’ each time by the same negligée-dressed blonde.
David didn’t deny anything when confronted, just promised to sort things.
The shower seemed to be getting hotter – suddenly there was a further gush and she screamed in agony: acid. Louise actually disappeared quite quickly down the drain.
David told the neighbours that she’d gone to visit relatives in Australia.