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She never sleeps

“Another sleepless night. I can’t stop thinking about the photos I found on my husband’s phone.”

24 hours

Another sleepless night. I can’t stop thinking about the photos I found on my husband’s phone. What I saw was depressingly predictable. A young girl. Naked. Bound in a variety of stress positions. The girl looks a lot like I used to, before pregnancy and grief took their toll. Her gaze is intense and worshipful. Her breasts, with their perfectly centered areolas, look surprised.

I feel like an old woman. Ten years ago, I would have found these photos exciting, less a betrayal than a pungent break from the routine. I would have playfully chided my husband for keeping the tender young flesh to himself. And urged him to organize a threesome.

Alas, my threesome days are over…

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