I cried whenever I was alone because my whole life seemed to be a fraud.I began to hate it when Brian wanted sex, and after awhile this became an issu... between us. At first he thought it was his fault, then he wondered if I were having an affair. As if... you know it would probably have been better if I had.Eventually I'm going to have to tell you about my whole coming out, aren't I? Do you always get your way? (laughs; her smile looks too bright to me, the kind one uses to push down sad. Zelena admitted she'd have to have sex with strange men, and be paid for it."It's really sort of a high class whore, y'know. It pays pretty good, but you have to be careful. I've done a bit of that myself, I was a prosty for a while, and still have a couple of customer I see from time to time."You? Whore?" Zelena was astounded. She never imagined Emma, who looked just like an ordinary, but attractive, English house wife, would be a prostitute."Oo, don't say whore, dear. That's doesn't sound. That bruised eye and cast made him look more a vagrant than a warrior. “It’s Owen, right?”“It is,” he said. He had that glasses French bimbo at his side. Val ignored Giselle. “Um ... I’m thinking Valerie? Frieda told me and I forget.”“Just Val.” She said. “Are you looking for Kirk?”“No.” He shook his head and smiled. “I’m looking for you.”“Me?”“Yeah.” He slipped his arm around Giselle’s hips. She smiled. Val kept her eyes from rolling. Owen said: “I’ve had such beautiful women at my disposal.. My mind constantly replayed the scenario that I had witnessed in the bedroom and it invoked a dreadful insecurity from within. I began to convince myself that the entire situation had been initiated due to my own sexual inadequacy. I had never been able to make love to my wife in such a way that I could consider that she had actually enjoyed it. Watching her in bed with those unknown strangers portrayed her as someone who I did not know at all. I could never have competed sexually with those.