The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

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ding night he must have screwed her ten times. And he kept
up the pace for months. They screwed constantly. At first
it was passion and then it became a point of pride. He was
afraid she might think he wasn’t manly unless he was constantly
at her, so they screwed night and day, day and night,
but then he missed a night and the next morning she said
it was good to get some sleep for a change. He asked what
she meant by that and she said she didn’t mean anything,
just that it was good to be well rested, but he knew what she
meant. She was saying sex with him was so boring she preferred
sleep. That was three months ago, and the situation
weighed on his mind so heavily that he began to experience
performance anxiety. He screwed less and less, and the first
time he fell below five times in a day Carlotta said it was
nice to be able to get through a meal without stopping for
sex. The statement wouldn’t have bothered Grady so much
if she hadn’t been looking at a forkful of limp spaghetti at the
time. After that he really began to suffer anxiety. Sex fell off
to nothing. He couldn’t get it up anymore. He would sit on
the edge of the tub and watch Carlotta bathe, and sneak an
occasional look at porn on the internet, but nothing aroused
him. So he thought he’d try a sexual enhancement drug.
The ads for the drugs said to check with a doctor before
using them, but he didn’t. He bought a package of the pills
and read the directions, and he assumed that if one pill was
good, two would be better. Big mistake. The doctor at the
emergency room told him later that he’d suffered a rare side
effect, or more of a reverse effect. Instead of giving him a hardon,
the medication backfired and blew out his hemorrhoids.
The accident occurred a week before, and he got out of the
hospital just that morning. He decided to shoot himself
while Carlotta was at a late mass.
“He has bandages on his ass,” Heather said. Grady looked
toward his feet and saw her squatting there. She had elevated
his legs by placing his ankles on a stack of towels from the
linen closet. She lifted a leg and pointed. “I wonder what
happened back here?”