Beth stood with her hands on her hips and stared at her husband of ten years with a disgusted look. He had finally told her of his infidelity.

"So, I guessed as much. You say you've been seeing prostitutes for the last five years?"

Her forty-year-old spouse shrugged and shook his head.

"Why are you so shocked? We haven't done it for months. I need sex. I'm a red-blooded man."

"I can't pretend I'm not hurt, Steven. Truly." Beth spread her hands and smiled. "If I knew that you were willing to pay good money for it, you should have said!"