Virility
Craig's wife helps him find confidence through her love.
“I’m sorry, Craig, but it’s Ferdinand that I love.” My wife’s hand was inside the Eurotrash’s shirt, one of those open, rippling blouses the guys on her romance novel covers wear. He had long black hair, dark eyes, and a smoldering look that reminded me of nothing so much as Derek Zoolander’s Blue Steel. “I understand, Jess.” What? No, I didn’t. My wife’s pretty green eyes showed so much relief at this. “You’ve been a goo...