On another night I heard Dad trying to get my Mom to let him fuck her.Dad: "C'mon Angie, roll over and spread your legs, I need a piece of ass."Mom: "...ot tonight Herb. It's the wrong time, so leave me alone."Dad: "Whadda ya mean not tonight? I'm ready now! And whenI'm ready, it's never the wrong time! Now roll your ass over dammit and open up that cunt."Mom: "Go away Herb. I said not tonight and I mean it. Why don't you just go down to your favorite street corner and fuck that little whore. I’ll call him Mike. He introduced me to smoking weed and quite a few other vices along the way. He was also responsible for one of the sluttiest, sleaziest things I have ever done. Well, partly responsible – most if it was down to me. Let me explain. One Easter break we caught a cheap flight to Amsterdam for a long weekend, spent the nights in a tiny tent in a backpackers’ campsite and the days mostly getting wrecked in coffee shops. On our second evening we’d wandered into the red light. I thought I could help her. Besides, even knowing about it, I wanted her. Except for her thing with boys, she’s my ideal woman. I mean look at her. She’s got looks, brains, grace. She’s loving. She’s one in a million.”“You realize, don’t you, that even if I had never met Jan, your marriage would still be in trouble?”“Yes, I’ve seen that. I’ve seen her getting bored with me. Becoming more distant.”“And knowing all that, do you still want her?”“I will never willingly give her up. If all I had was. It was never my intention to fall in love with Sally. Sally claimed she was incapable of loving and could not appreciate being loved! She demanded I marry her before she would cure me. So, I did. Nothing romantic, she simply wanted the anonymity of being Mrs. X, rather than herself loathing self. I took her on a honeymoon anyway. She could say she had one, to anyone who may ask. Sally agreed that was a worthwhile reason. Sally slept through most of it.Is the cure sometimes worse than the.