The gentle man's health deteriorated even more. His whore wife (whom he had always thought of as a lady) didn't know what to do. She couldn't leave. She loved him in her own way; due to time; like a brother or a friend but she also needed a lover. She wanted to be needed sexually.
She would walk for miles at a time; just trying to rid herself of the sexual frustration. She worked, she cleaned and did all the repairs around the house. Nothing helped; she wanted and needed sex; animalistic sex; bondage sex; hard, rough sex that could last for hours or until her needs were met (for that time).
She's looking now for that lover. She rides in her car; goes to stores; always looking for a secret lover who can fulfill her needs.
And she still hated parts of her life and other parts were worth living.
