Broken

My name is different every month—Brandy, Honey, Amy…sometimes Joe doesn't even bother to ask—but he never fails
to arouse me with his body, his mouth, his touch, no matter
what I'm called or where he picks me up. The sex is always
amazing, always leaves me itching for more in those long
weeks until I see him again.



My real name is Sadie, and once a month over lunch Joe tells
me about his latest conquest. But what Joe doesn't know is
that, in my mind, I'm the star of every X-rated one-night
stand he has revealed to me, or that I'm practically obsessed
with our imaginary sex life. I know it's wrong. I know my
husband wouldn't understand. But I can't stop. Not yet.