"I have normal physiological needs."
Amos Smith gazed into Bertha Haines' eyes, slowly explaining to her.
"I think you wouldn't want me to seek out other women to address them while we're married, would you?"
"But..."
Bertha felt something was off, as if this man was setting a trap for her, and despite knowing it might be a pit of fire ahead, she had no choice but to jump in.
"There must be other solutions to this issue. Can't we..."
"Twice a week."
What?
She hadn't agreed yet!
"I think..."
"Once a week, no less than that. I'll put it in the prenuptial agreement, and I hope you will fulfill it as promised after marriage."
Bertha was stunned. Shouldn't such a matter be decided together after both parties discuss it? Why did he make the decision so directly?
"Then how did you..."
Bertha felt too embarrassed to continue, her face felt too thin.
Amos glanced at Bertha's shy expression, already guessing what she wanted to ask.
