A man’s revolt from his sterile marriage to a beautiful lesbian
From the back:
“The events of our wedding night blew my marriage apart,” said Hugh Canning. Then, many arid nights later:
“That night I took her again. It was a fight, wrestling and gasping in the darkness, and, as if she knew how serious it was, as if the time to be ladylike was some weeks gone by, she did not scream once… Next morning she did not get out of bed. She didn’t get out of bed the next day either, or the day after or for the next twelve years.”