He was 45, married for 20 years to his beautiful yet materialistic high school sweetheart, and therefore, we knew for an absolute certainty and beyond... all doubt, that he hadn't had any type of sexual relations for approximately 19 1/2 of the past 20 years. Yep, just your typical adult married male. Josh would be a wonderful Poster Man for sexual grief. We knew the minute the audience saw his sad, twisted face, his shoulders stooped, his shuffling, uneven walk and somewhat unbalanced gait, his. When she walked in front of Jane, Lea had a cat-o-nine tails in her hand. The ends were knotted and the strands had been oiled."Kenneth, why don't you join me? You can use that over there."'That', turned out to be another cat, oiled and knotted just like hers. Ken smiled and Jane shuddered and closed her eyes.Smack!"Jane love, don't close your eyes," purred Lea's voice.Jane opened her eyes just in time to see the ends of the cat in Ken's hand snap against her inner thigh. Pain flooded her. I think of how she'd choose the panties she wanted me to wear, how she'd look up into my eyes as she eased them up over my thighs. They were always tiny, filmy, frivolous little scraps of nothing, designed to tease and titillate. They were always chosen with a view to what they'd show rather than conceal.I remember how, at work, we'd look across the office at each other and speak with our eyes. Hers sometimes said, "Come and eat me, my cunt is yours."Mine always said, "I love you."Getting out. "Margo rolled his eyes. "A straight TV in this place? Have mercy. Whenthe boys who like to take us upstairs hear we got one of those -- let mecatch my breath -- they are going to have a feeding frenzy." He pursedhis lips in thought. "But maybe 'feeding' isn't the right verb."As Margo busied himself getting ready for the club to open, more of theswishy crew appeared. There was a short Asian guy who looked more like agirl than a guy even before he changed his clothes or touched his.