Begging for some pussy...

He's down on his knees, begging some whore for some pussy. Helena is too far away to hear what exactly he's saying, but can tell whatever he's saying isn't very convincing. Of course he’s struggling for any kind of attention. Poor farmers like him usually don’t have much to offer. Helena knows, as his unfortunate wife. He is a short, scrawny man, barely standing taller than 5 feet. She actually stands taller than him at 5'4", and his endowments were especially pathetic for a world like this. His cock only measured to be about 6 inches long, and his balls the size of a withered orange. A walking disappointment to Helena, and her disappointment deepend day by day.

She's embarrassed to be his wife, especially now as she watched him embarrass himself trying to convince this whore to lay with him. She could almost hear him begging her to let him plant something in her "fertile fields", something he said often to her when they were in bed. Ugh… Even looking disappointed in her husband made her sick. She watched her husband prostrate himself to this whore like she was queen. She kept watching her husband embarrass himself until the whore looked up from him and seemed to notice her watching. Helena turned away from her eyes, not wanting this whore to think she had anything to do with this man.

She walked off and leaned on the fence that walled the entrance of her husband's house. She stared off into the distance, imagining a better life for herself. She closes her eyes, trying to forget about this muddy farm, the dirt hovel she calls her home, and her disappointment of her husband she shares it with.