[Adrian]

The evidence was there, no matter how many times he looked, it just didn't go away. She was getting out of control! Invading a freediver's last refuge wasn't a good way to start a relationship with his new wife though. Why did she have to put her things in his equipment locker? Weren't the three walk-in closets he bought for her enough? He sat down on the floor and let out a savage snarl. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror he couldn't beleive how much he had changed since getting married. What was she going to do next? Paint the tips of his fins with her favorite nail polish? Wear his weightbelt to the hairdresser? Unable to fight against the raging fury building up inside, his heart finally gave up in a massive stroke and and then started to slow down into what was to become his Personal Best in static. A rather permanent Personal Best.

Two hours later Shirley walks in and finds his body on the garage floor. Gasping, she runs to the phone. "Marge Marge!" She cries excitedly, "It worked!!!", "Sure thing honey," her friend replied, "Just make sure they are freedivers - and rich!"







Adrian