When we were outside the house, Erin and I were worried about Donna's state of mind. Her rare smiles looked fake, and she seemed depressed. She refused to go out or meet with friends. Once, about a month later, Erin cried to me, "Robi, you are the only one who has some influence over her, do something."
"I'd love to help, but how?"
"I don't care: Buy her a new perfume, take her on a trip, or have s*x with her..."
"What are you saying?"
"Yesterday, when you were out at the gym, I had a long talk with her. She cried that she missed Dad immensely. They were the best of friends and best f**k-buddies. She always felt desired and energized after they had s*x, which was on average 3 times a week. As we continued talking, the only time her face brightened was when she told me about her latest
