**CHAPTER FOUR**
As she walked around the coffee table in the TV room collecting empty Budweiser cans on the Thursday evening following her “check-up,” Lucille looked despairingly at her husband Frank. He was slumped in his lounge chair dozing, same as most any other evening. *I wonder if a car crashing through the French doors would even wake him?* she wondered. She went to the kitchen and turned on the tap, rinsing the cans before dropping them in the recycling bin.
“It’s your own damned fault,” she muttered to herself, listening to his snoring through the open door. “I wouldn’t have to resort to this if you were more of a -”
She cut the sentence short. It was past time that she stopped lying to herself and stopped blaming her husband. Mid-life and aging required adjustments to one another that she and Frank hadn’t been able to make. They’d grown in different directions.
Fucking Doctor Norman and Courtney had nothing to do with her marriage. The simple truth was that the very outrageousness of the act had been the thing that excited Lucille beyond all reason. Norman’s suggestion that she use his practice as a stud service to indulge her carnal cravings made her even hornier to contemplate because it was so perverse. The kinkier the scene, the more she craved it…at least in her fantasies.