A Mixed Blessing

It was a day you'd dully feared. You still had a sore ass from a john plowing you at his condo overlooking the Atlantic. You felt it acutely as you barely heard the words that the hijabed Amanda was telling you. That she was pregnant, and your fears and dreams were realized. And yet she felt more distant than ever from you, adapting to her husband's culture, retreating from yours. There was only one thing to satisfy the increasing void. Increasing whoredom.