Inability

Jenny was radiantly beautiful. Blonde hair braided expertly. Big fake breasts filled with milk for feeding her Arabic son. Perfectly blue eyes, more of a lighter blue than Elizabeth's. And a devilish attitude that got Douglas hard. Or used to.

Being so close to her, nude and laying on her belly in bed, under the ministrations of Douglas's hands, only happened because it was 'used to' now. Bereft of any potency, Douglas was no competition for a bull. He was here to make Jenny happy, and that was it.

She cooed as Douglas rubbed her aching muscles. Douglas was a good enough partner for what she needed him for. Raising the children together, relieving her aching feet and back, helping to support their household. But just as he was so acutely aware of his physical limitations, she had her own demons. Ahmad wouldn't pick her as more because she was faithless -- she was sinful -- she was heresy in heels. Douglas accepted all that -- feasted on it perhaps. And maybe it was fate that a man and a woman, both crippled by inability of different forms, were cast together.