Chapter Two
Then
“This is disappointing.”
My husband looked down at me as if I’d given him a physical slap rather than one of the metaphorical variety.
I could see he felt embarrassed and, strangely, rather than inspire me to the usual: “It happens to all men at some time or another”; followed by the usual rebuilding of the male ego; his sense of shame for not being up to the challenge empowered me. We had been about to indulge in some lovemaking after a Saturday night on the town and, after what passed for foreplay with my normally wham, bang and thank you ma’am husband, I was looking forward to something that at least approximated s*x when my husband could put it off no longer and fessed up.
“It’s not happening, Rhon,” he had told me as I waited for the usual penetration and the pre
