My friend ate my wife.

One day on a holiday in May, a few years ago, my wife and I went to our apartment in San Vicente with Rita to spend the extended vacation. We were just the two of us, because my parents had taken our children for a trip to Caldas Novas, Goiás. We got up on Wednesday night and we went to relax. On the fifth morning, the holiday as usual was rainy and nothing inviting to a walk on the beach. But it would be to rest. We stayed all morning in the apartment, talking, resting, when the colleague rings the door. My wife went to open the door, and it was Paul, a colleague of mine, divorced, that because I knew that he lived alone, I would always invite him to go with us to the beach. This was not the first time that we were going to be dressed up for a while, because my wife would have entered this house without a rainy shower. We were going to have such a nice view. My wife told me that we would have to wait for a while. My wife told me that we would have to get up on Wednesday night and we went to relax. On the fifth morning, the holiday as usual was rainy and it was not inviting to a walk on the beach. This Decision shall enter into force on the date of its adoption.