.He almost missed class, twice – the subject was fascinating. That thing he’d been doing for pleasure had other implications – and the acts he�...d been performing were considered to be a poor substitute for the act that was the purpose of the whole thing...Once he delved into the subject, he was surprised that he’d ignored it for so long! Even a purely biological description of sex explained why he had to pump a load of cum out of his cock regularly – a male his age was supposed to be out. ‘Actually, I believe they, your husband and Liz, have equal cause.’ Louis remarked. ‘And why is that?’ asked Martha while staring at the street beyond the doughnut shop’s window. ‘Because neither of us has made love with our partners in the last eight months.’ Martha smiled seemingly without shame, like the smirk on a class clown’s face, while being scornfully rebuked by the teacher that can’t be taken seriously. ‘Has Liz questioned your lack of interest?’ inquired Martha as a favorite memory. Going in there was the last thing shewanted to do but she had no choice.She trudged across the grass, gripping the backs of her arms, desperateto stay warm, but half way across she slipped on the mud and went downhard, landing in two inches of freezing cold water that had gatheredthere in a dip in the grass."God damn it! Why is this happening to me?!"She was soaked! And covered in mud! It was on her face; in her hair; allover her clothes! And where the hell was her shoe?She scrambled up. Then I got up and broke into another jog. I heeded Fiore's warning and kept the pace moderate, determined to make it all the way to Martha's. I stopped at the newsstand for a Sunday paper. It was too cumbersome to jog with, and I was getting out of breath again. I waited on the corner of 86th Street and 2nd Avenue for the traffic light. I looked around: not yet eight in the morning, and traffic and people were everywhere. I thought: What a life, what a city! Surely there must be something I.