sick of his lies and he's sick of her crying in fact if we're being honest they're sick of the sight of each other, and there's no point in trying, they haven't been happy in years. now jane never knew she had a body like the forest in the rain but she felt all that change when she heard brian say her name and now shame is ripping through her belly and her brain leavinger in pieces with these secrets to contain. you know, lust. heavy in her hands and her guts, the trust was once there and now it's gone all crust. her marriage was robust to the point it was gathering dust but now her blood gets hot at the thought of his touch and it's no big deal right, just to say crush. this can't be love. but nights, weeks, months, it's love. she's such a fool. she tries to call a stop to it then wakes up in a fever sick for loving. she cannot sit still. she's getting changed, the panic thrill, the chill, lipstick in the cab, at the hotel bar, she's had a couple now, she's smiling, touching, tonight we are not wives or husbands, tonight just us, just this, just crush me, finish me tonight, man! love me! poor kevin. see him, dignified, resolute, head down, a monument to the cavalry of me