To Get At Her, They Had To Tell Him Horrible Things.

Stocked her car with concrete blocks.

Confused her finances with the cash of a fuel-attendant from Ghana.

They were repellant and neverending, and knew how to wear down their relationship as if they studied her whole life.

There was only one way to get back at them, of course, to prove to him she was right, to fix their sex-life, and she was going to need more jars and bits of car-parts to do it.