Chapter 10 Shoelaces
Charles went home that day, his mind in turmoil after what the doctor had told him.
He could hardly believe it. The words echoed in his head, refusing to fade.
"You may have a severe case of caudalism, Charles. You take pleasure in exposing your wife to others and may even fantasize about watching her with another man—or woman, for that matter. However, this doesn't fully explain your erectile dysfunction. Come back next week, and we'll run a few more tests."
The moment he stepped outside the clinic, a sense of humiliation crept over him.
He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone as he walked to his car.
Once inside, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Ridiculous. Why would I want to share my wife with someone else?" he muttered through clenched teeth.
His jaw tightened as frustration surged through him.
Then, in a sudden burst of anger, he slammed his palm against the wheel.
The sharp sound echoed in the confined space of the car, but it did little to ease his turmoil.
He had been expecting some sort of medical explanation—something rational, something that made sense.