That same evening,

I went through the torture of my life. The worse form of making out. I hard some injuries on my private, I was bleeding. He cared less.

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The same night...

"It's been months now that you haven't touched me as a husband. All we do is sleep and sleep!. What's wrong with you?!."

Izzy calmly asked Joe.

Joe had just comed back from work. He dried eating dinner but Izzy won't let him be.

He didn't answer her, not knowing what to say. It was more than him.

"Joe, I am talking. Don't dare ignore me!."

Izzy repeat.

Joe seriously speculated about what to tell...