Sax spent the next few weeks at work, trying to keep it together but nothing was the same. Just last night they slept together and he tried to hold her and she pushed him away and clung to a teddy bear she had ever since she was nine years old.

She said the teddy used to chase away the demons. And then she looked at him. He guessed he was the demon. He slept with his back facing
her.

He cried himself to sleep silently. She did the same thing. He usually greeted everyone at the packaging company; they all loved him, but not
anymore.

He also worked at a mechanic shop part time and he wasn’t performing his jobs up to par. Customers complained.

His boss complained to him. Sax looked like he could care less. He didn’t fix the customer’s cars to his fullest potential.

In fact he barely looked at the vehicles. He did poor oil changes. Forgot to change the filters. Clocked
out late for lunch and clocked back in late.

Sometimes he didn’t clock out at all. He ate his food in front of customers, making them angrily wait at the service desk.

He would laugh then pick up the phone and call a few of his friends. He had attitude problems, snapping on people who didn’t do anything to him.

He didn’t give a shit. Dealing with customers he could live without.

He loved people, so his sudden attitude change had everyone he worked with having meetings about him.

They worried about him. He masturbated in the bathroom every day, thinking of the pussy he wasn’t getting at home.

He took out the magazine with his wife’s pictures pasted all over the models and said, “I guess I can fuck you this way!”

At home he and his wife argued and fought. He told her he hated her and she said that she loved him.

They had serious problems in their marriage but she refused to talk to him about them.

She chose to sweep them under the rug and pretend that everything was saucy between them.

After all her mother used to do the very samethings with her father. Ignore his concerns, defy his govern and she kind of did her own thing.

Her Daddy was too whim-wham to do anything about it. He figured since he had a wife and some good pussy at his disposal, he wouldn’t do anything to
lose it.

He wouldn’t speak out against it.

Her father was very paranoid about being alone. As a little girl she took notes she was now using on her own husband.

Men were stubborn and her man was no exception. It had to be his way or the highway and she wasn’t with the program.

In the beginning she hadn’t really protested against anything he wanted because she was too naïve to open her mouth or speak for herself.

But lately she was getting tired of his childish antics and it was beginning to piss her off. Common sense told her she was partly to blame.

She didn’t make love to him and he was lashing out.

He needed his wife and she deprived
him  All he thought about was sex, sex, sex and she thought about anything but.

Maybe that’s why he thought about it 24/7 because she wasn’t giving it to him, she gathered.