Jake was on his deathbed, his loving wife Susan held his fragile, bony hand.
Tears were streaming down her face and her praying awakened him.
"Susan, my darling, there is something I have to tell you."
"Ssssh! my love, save your strength, don't try to talk!"
"But Susan, you don't understand, I have to tell you this, I don't want to go to my death with this terrible guilt on my conscience!"
"Then whisper it to me my treasure," said Susan as she lovingly wiped the beads of sweat from his tired brow.
"I have to tell you my sweetness, that I slept with your sister, your best friend and your mother!"
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