Dumping Miss New Mexico

Leland lay next to his frigid wife. He needed something from her. Anything.

"Maybe just a handjob, Maureen?" he asked hopefully.

"Why don't you ak your new assistant?" Maureen spat back. Leland sighed. Carrie may be dumb as a box of rocks, athough he suspected she was savvier than she let on. But at least she didn't deny him sex.

"Maureen ... I want a divorce."