Tom spins the wheel again. He doesn’t know why he goes along with this stupid fucking game; it’d be so much easier to buy a hooker and just fuck her brains out. Sure, he’d by down fifty, but at least he could find sexual satisfaction without the assistance of personal lubricant and that (admittedly fire) MILF playlist on xnxx. “Tom! spin the Wheel!” Angela commands, “It’s getting late and I want to sleep!” Tom gives the wheel a hearty spin. Staring into the spinning disc he contemplates to himself how things got to this point. After 45 years and a lifetime of experience and learning on this earth, he finds himself spinning a wheel at 11:30 pm at night on a Tuesday for the chance that he might, MIGHT, get to have a 5/10 orgasm. He mostly just doesn’t want to feel alone, and he sure as hell isn’t sexually attracted to his wife of 17 years, who’s physical appearance falls short of only her personality in terms of how rugged, crass, disgusting and generally unpleasant it is. The wheel stops; and in bright bold letters, “NO SEX” is displayed. “Alright, turn off that light and come to bed” Angela commands. Tom only does half of that. He shuts the lights off and goes downstairs. He walks through the living room, filled with happy photos of the couple, with none of them under ten years old. Tom walks into the garage, the cold cement doing nothing to his callused feet but making them even harsher. Tom goes into his car, and in the glovebox receives a .9mm beretta handgun. He laments on how it’s actually ironic that, originally, the gun was for his personal protection, but will now be used against himself. In a way, Tom is initiating self defense. He is protecting himself from himself. Tom is no longer going to let himself suffer a dead marriage, miserable job, gradually failing health and life in a small rust belt town that is falling apart more and more each year. Tom is saving himself from that future. Tom closes his eyes, counts to ten, and pulls the trigger. A loud bang shocks the neighborhood, and what will follow is a lifetime of confusion, shock, anger, sadness and a plethora of other emotions that will be faced by various people Tom knew. That doesn’t matter, as Tom is now at peace.