Betty Sue fought away the image of her virile husband and forced herself back to reality, to the fact that he was at that very moment suffering in a hospital bed while she chatted away girlishly with her baby sister.

"Oh, Barbara Jean," she said, "you're right, I do miss him so, even… well, you know, that way… maybe especially that way."

"You mean you'd like to fuck, don't you?" Barbara Jean asked.

Betty Sue, a bit of a repressed prude, blushed just from hearing her worldly sister use the word "fuck". The thought of actually using it herself was somehow totally alien to her being, to the high moral standards she had tried to set for herself and her own family. It had actually been years since she had even remembered the wanton little sex games she had played with Barbara Jean, in the privacy of their bedroom, late at night while their parents were asleep. Or perhaps, even while they also made love, in their bedroom.

"Oh," Betty Sue said. "Na! I don't mean that. It would be nice, though, if Johan were here, to hug him and… and… make a little love."

"Bullshit!" Barbara Jean said. "You're just horny. What you need is another man to get your mind off your troubles. You should have an affair, Betts. It'd do you a world of good, open your mind up to some of the things you've been missing." She giggled and her thoughts turned inward, to the guy she had picked up two days earlier, and the enormous whang he had hanging between his stubby legs. "Some things are definitely better than other things, Betts. Some cocks better than others."

"Oh, Barbara," Betty said. "I'm ashamed of you! Why I never, not in all my life, thought of… of actually letting another man do it to me."