My name was Thea Gilmore, and I was a lonely wife who felt restless and empty if a single day went by without relief.After seven years of marriage, my husband, Hank Sawyer, was as limp and useless as a withered vine. He couldn't satisfy me at all.My body felt like a parched, dry desert desperate for a torrential rain.By the end of the year, he took me back to his remote hometown for the Christmas holidays.I wasn't prepared for how filthy his mom, Paige Turner, was. The water she used to wash the dishes had a foul smell, and the food was starting to spoil.I had barely taken a few bites before my stomach churned violently. The pain came in waves, and I dashed for the bathroom.Toilets in the village were crude. There wasn't even a door, and anyone who walked by could see me taking a dump.I rushed to the toilet in such a hurry that I forgot to grab the toilet paper, so I had no choice but to call my brother-in-law, Reid Sawyer, to bring some.As a college student majoring in
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