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to cum,” Tiphani said flatly, annoyed.
    Derek felt like shit, but he jumped up and got his wife’s vibrating dildo from her treasure box. He turned on the little device, wishing he could make her cum like the little plastic toy did.
    Tiphani climaxed from her toy. It wasn’t the same as the orgasms she had from a real flesh and blood dick, but she had to settle.
    Tiphani turned over and gave Derek her back. She lay awake for the next two hours. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it. It was fine when they first got together; it was easier to handle, and Tiphani was more willing to overlook certain “short-cummings,” so to speak. She thought it would get better, but this shit was getting ridiculous. So, she lay there holding out hope that someday soon there would be a light at the end of the whack-dick tunnel.
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    The next morning, Derek was up extra early. Still feeling guilty, he busied himself with making Tiphani and the kids a huge breakfast of grits, bacon, sausage, eggs, and biscuits.
    Tiphani had not said many words to him since the night before. After the whole embarrassing court episode, she planned to take a few days off, and didn’t feel like getting out of bed. She felt that no amount of money was worth the embarrassment she had received at the hands of Scar’s lawyer.
    Trying to make it up to her, Derek brought Tiphani’s breakfast to her. “I’m going to take the kids to school for you. You can stay in bed all day if you want,” Derek said, trying anything to get her to smile so he would know she wasn’t still mad.
    â€œThanks,” she said dryly.
    â€œI love you, Tiphani. It’s going to get better,” Derek said, not even sure himself. He kissed her on the forehead then turned and left.
    She lay back down and pulled the comforter over her head. He had never told her about his molestation as a child. His pride wouldn’t allow it. The same with his thoughts on Viagra: Don’t need no pill to make my dick hard, he thought. Because of his silence on the subject, Tiphani did not understand the mental effects that sex had on him.
    Tiphani didn’t know how long she would be able to take this bullshit. She was at a real crossroads in her marriage. If she had known the true reason behind her husband’s sexual failure, she would have been much more supportive, but she didn’t. All she knew was that her clit throbbed all day, every day, and she needed good dick in her life.
    â€œC’mon, you two. It’s time for school,” Derek said, rallying his kids and ushering them out the door.
    Derek pulled out of his driveway, oblivious to the eyes that followed his every move.
    As soon as she heard the car pull out of the driveway, Tiphani threw the comforter back and jumped out of the bed. She was free from that limp-dicked excuse of a husband, and now able to take care of her needs. She walked into her bathroom and turned on the shower.
    Stepping inside, she let the water cascade down her sculpted, muscular body. Tiphani placed her hands on the beautifully tiled shower walls as she took the massaging showerhead down from the holder and placed the pulsing head up against her clit. Throwing her head back, she rotated the showerhead up and down against her swollen clit until she came.
    It’s a damn shame the showerhead can make me cum, but my husband can’t, she thought to herself.
    When she was done, she lathered her body, cleaned up, and turned off the water. Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from downstairs. Stopping in her tracks, Tiphani listened intently. She didn’t hear anything else.
    â€œMaybe I’m losing it,” she whispered, turning back toward the sink. She reached down to turn on the faucet and Clang! The bathroom door flew open.
    Tiphani screamed. She had no place to run. She was trapped in the bathroom. Her eyes popped open in sheer terror, and a second scream got caught in her throat