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Bill always prided himself on doing the right thing. He grew up in a lower-middle-class family, and was told that if he worked hard, he could have the life he dreamed about. His parents did okay, but they worked hard. Bill's mother was a schoolteacher and his dad a carpenter. Bill respected their careers, but told himself he would never struggle the way they did when he was growing up.
At thirty, that seemed to have mostly come true. Bill attended an Ivy League school for both undergraduate and law school, earning top marks in both. After graduating, he passed the bar and started working for one of the best law firms on the West Coast. After five years of long hours and sleepless nights, he had made junior partner, well on his way to a rich life.
Perhaps, though, Bill was most proud of his wife. He considered himself to be average looking and handsome if he was wearing one of his nice suits. Bill was five-foot-ten-inches tall, weighing 165 pounds, what you might call skinny fat. Bill's wife, Mary, was a totally different story. She was a flat-out gorgeous dollface-- five-foot-eight, long brown hair, the kind of full figure that makes men drool, large breasts, hips and ass to give her a perfect hourglass figure. How he ended up with her still surprised him.
After dating for a while, he would learn that she had always had a pretty face, but she hit puberty very young, got a little chubby and got boobs before everyone else. The unwanted attention made her quite insecure and prudish. Mary eventually grew into her figure, but the damage had been done. That was the big problem-- Bill worshiped the ground she walked on, but she wasn't really interested in sex.
Although she had a body most would kill for, you probably couldn't tell from looking at her. She dressed frumpishly and overly conservative; she would not even wear more-than-modest heels because she didn't like being taller than Bill. Even on their honeymoon in the Bahamas, she wore a one-piece bathing suit to the beach. She was trying to start a real estate business, so her wardrobe consisted mostly of outdated pantsuits and blazers.
They still had sex, but it was far from passionate; she seemed to have no sex drive. Mary would lie there and let Bill pump away, until he finished, then would roll over for bed. Any foreplay more than Mary yanking on his prick to get it hard, was off the table. In truth, although they dated for years when he was starting with his law firm, his dedication to his work meant that they didn't have much sex at all.
Having been made a junior partner, Bill thought that surely then, he would have the time to dedicate to getting Mary to loosen up.
The only person at work that Bill confided in was his buddy, Terry Cooper. Terry was always convincing Bill to be more adventurous and assertive. In fact, Bill thought that without Terry pushing him, he never would have made junior partner. They had joined as junior associates together five years ago, and had been friends ever since. The pair would often grab lunch together, even though with Bill's recent promotion, he was technically Terry's boss; they didn't let that get in the way of their friendship.
"I just don't know, man. Nothing I do seems to bring her out of her shell," Bill said, during lunch one afternoon.
He continued, "It just seems like she's a ball of nerves, with her business not taking off like she would have liked, and just general anxiety; if I could just get her out of her head for a while."
Bill did not understand her worrying about work. To be frank, with his new promotion, she didn't really have to work anymore. Mary was the type of person that drew a lot of her self-worth from contributing, and Bill didn't want to take that away from her.
Terry listened intently and waited before answering. "Have you tried talking to her?"
"Yes I have. Even brought it up in couples therapy. She just says that she is always exhausted from working hard and everything she does is for our family."
Terry halfway smiled, as he swallowed a bit of his sandwich. "Sounds like she needs to smoke some weed, or maybe get laid," he suggested, before taking another bite into his sandwich.
While Terry chewed, Bill stared at him, deep in thought. Terry didn't know about their struggles in the bedroom, but maybe he was onto something. He didn't like weed at all, just never agreed with him, but Mary told him stories of smoking with her girlfriends in college before going out.
"Do you really think that would help?" Bill asked. "I don't think she has done that stuff since college."
"Whenever I need to turn my brain off for a while, that's what I do. Could be worth a shot." Terry was speaking mostly to himself at this point.
"Where would I even get weed?" Bill asked. "I know recreational weed is legal now, so do I just go to a pot store?"
"Naw man, don't do that. I've got this guy, he breeds special strains, the absolute best." Terry boosted. "I'll hook you up with some, gimme a couple days."
That afternoon, Bill made his way home as usual, and thought he would treat his wife to a nice dinner. He stopped at the grocery store and picked up some steaks, baked potatoes, salad and her favorite wine, and set off home.
Mary arrived home late that evening. Bill hoped to surprise her with dinner, but she walked in the house in a terrible mood.
"Another buyer fell through, damn financing. If I don't move some of these units soon, I am going to lose the contract," she said, with exasperation in her voice.
"I'm sorry, dear, I'm sure it will pick up. What about those clients of mine that I sent to you? Any of them interested in investing?" Bill added.
"It was very sweet of you to try, babe, but the people you sent me don't really have the money to invest in a property like this. I really need some high rollers, you know, people with 'real' money," she added, with air quotes.
Bill hated that he couldn't help her. Real estate in this city is all about who you know, and Bill wasn't successful enough to rub elbows with those people.
"Well I made us dinner," Bill said, changing the subject.
"Oh that's so sweet, honey, but I ate something at the office. I'm so wiped out, I just want to shower and go to bed," she said, as she was pulling off the pink blazer she was wearing.
"Oh," I said, disappointed. "I guess we will have leftovers for tomorrow."
Mary was already halfway up the stairs by the time Bill finished talking.
After putting up the food, Bill followed Mary upstairs into the bedroom and reached for the bathroom door; he could hear the shower running. Locked. Mary didn't even like him seeing her completely naked anymore.
Disheartened, Bill changed into his pajamas and got into bed. He put his head on the pillow and thought about what Terry had said. Maybe the weed would work; he really hoped so.
The next couple days of work were uneventful. Terry often had to travel to see clients so he would not be back until Friday. Bill was preparing to present his team's work on a large case to the senior partners next week. This was the first big test since his promotion.
On Friday morning, Terry walked into Bill's office first thing and sat down. He handed Bill his completed expense reports for his trip and a small brown paper bag. Inside the brown bag was a zip-lock bag with a small amount of green leaves in it.
"Is this it? Don't we need more?" Bill asked his friend.
" No sir," said Terry. "This is a very special strain. My guy said you are the first to try it. He said it would really get you and your wife's juices flowing."
