One bottle a night and sometimes even two.Trying to be some sort of macho pig." Oh my. Toxic masculinity. And how did you hear about this solution t...having a husband like that?" I spotted something on-line, Sammy, and then did a bit of research." That's fascinating, Mandy," he exclaims, even though it isn't.She goes on, "I found a clinic not far from where we live and convincedhim they would increase his sex drive and make him a better lover." Is that true?" Well, his sex drive was increased. The local movie theater ran features on both screens, with two showings of each movie on weekends. After all, it was Saturday.The young projectionist locked the doors once everyone left and surveyed the parking lot as the owner drove off, tossing him a wave. The projectionist turned into a janitor, and he cleaned up the mess.Shortly after he began, the old clock in the town square started chiming out the hour. Twelve mournful clangs intoned the midnight hour. Despite the loud bells, he barely. Too late. He was trying to make conversation, and Sarah responded with a slightly flirty friendliness that made him almost purr with pleasure. Well, we were in the middle of nowhere, and apart from the listless griddle chef at the other end of the restaurant, we were his only entertainment, so he made the most of us.Sarah took off her sunglasses when our order arrived, and we ate the second rate food with a starvation-driven gusto it didn't deserve. Our waiter, returning, gave Sarah a double. ‘Hi, looking to spy on couples doing it?’ she joked. He looked slightly guilty and said ‘Nah.’ Drawing away from staring at her well-filled bikini top he took a closer look at her face and said, ‘Greer, Greer Walsh?’ ‘Aye but I married so it’s Greer Gregory now. Are you Jimmy Applefield all grown up?’ He grinned. ‘Right on the button babe. I’m a national park ranger these days and I can see where you’ve grown.’ Greer took the chance. ‘They are in desperate need of attention Jimmy. My husband.