THE INITIAL EMAIL MESSAGE
Hi Fred. This is Alan next door. I have a confession to make. I've been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to get up the courage to tell you to your face, but I am at least now telling you by email as I can't live with myself a moment longer without you knowing. The truth is I have been sharing your wife, day and night when you're not around. In fact, probably more than you. I haven't been getting it at home recently, but that is no excuse, I know. The temptation was just too much. I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies and forgive me. It won't happen again. Please suggest a fee for usage, and I'll pay you.
Fred, feeling insulted and betrayed, grabbed his gun and shot his neighbor dead. He returned home where he poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa. He sat down at his computer, where he saw he has a second message from his neighbor.
THE SECOND MESSAGE
Hi Fred. This is Alan next door again. Sorry about the typo on my last email. I expect you figured it out anyway and that you noticed that darned Auto-Correct (Spell Check) changed "wi-fi" to "wife." Technology, hey?
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