109. A Poet’s Dogma

Hendra eyed him suspiciously, he got a bad vibe from this odd doctor.

"Keep trying until you get through it, then do it once again or twice. After that, I'm sure your wife will not ask you for a divorce again," the doctor smirked in a twisted way at his declaration.

Hendra, clueless this time, simply asked, "Why is that?"

"Haish! How could you still ask that?" the doctor groaned in frustration, "Of course because she will be addicted! She won't get enough of it! What else?!"

At the dawning realization, the blue eyed man's mouth turned into a big 'O', pouting.

"Ugh … how could a man of your age not know about these things?" the doctor complained out loud.

"I'm just–"

"That was rhetorical. And yes, I get it. You want to stay away from women all your life except for your wife," the doctor was silent for a moment, "But … you know how to do it, right? Don't tell me–"