Impotent HusbandChapter 2
"I wish your sister would run her own fucking errands," Bob Reed told his wife, Tina, as she dressed to go out. "I mean, Christ, love, she wanted the kid. She should take care of him." "You just want me here so you can fuck me again, don't you?" Tina smiled as she slipped into her overcoat. It was white, pure white mink, and her ebony shoulder-length hair contrasted with it as sharply as night contrasts with day. "Well of course," Bob smiled back at her. He wasn't really angry,...