![]() ![]() Susan was baffled at first, then distraught she’d hit him twice across the face she’d run from the house in a thunderstorm and slept at a motel she’d wrestled Ted to the bedroom floor in a pair of black crotchless underpants. His desire was so small in the end that Ted could slip it inside his desk or a pocket and forget about it, and this gave him a feeling of safety and accomplishment, of having dismantled a perilous apparatus that might have crushed them both. Then in half again, so he hardly felt it. ![]() Then in half again, so that feeling desire entailed no immediate need to act. Then he’d folded it in half again, so when he felt desire for Susan, it no longer brought with it an edgy terror of never being satisfied. “Yet each disappointment Ted felt in his wife, each incremental deflation, was accompanied by a seizure of guilt many years ago, he had taken the passion he felt for Susan and folded it in half, so he no longer had a drowning, helpless feeling when he glimpsed her beside him in bed: her ropy arms and soft, generous ass. ![]()
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