"Why can't you understand, I just can't do this with you right now, not ever," Marino stated woefully.
He would much rather drown his sorrows at the end of a bottle than have sex with Misty.
The most he did was sleep beside her to keep her company when she complained about having night terrors and not being able to fall asleep.
Marino just could not bring himself to touch her in a sexual manner no matter how much he drank, many times he thought about attempting it but his rod would not stiffen for Misty.
Each of his words was like a piercing dagger through Misty's heart but she refused to give up on him.
"What time is it?" Misty's voice came at him shrilly. She was still in her nightgown.
He wished he had not noticed her nightgowns seemed to be getting more see through and less with each passing night, pretty soon she would be walking around stark naked.
