"Mark, not again!" I scolded Mark.

His eyes were leering again at the checkout clerk. She was roughly 21 give or take based on her long blonde hair tied back behind her grocery store hat. Had a short top on underneath the apron, and thin tight jeans.

Mark gave me a look of embarrassment. I just gave him away and called him out again. My head ached again. This was the third time today, earlier I had whispered when he checked out the brunette coffee babe as she handed him her coffee.

I looked down, and sure enough, the obvious tent had formed in his pants. He always was horny. I was getting sick of it. It was ruining our marriage.

"Lexi. I'm sorry." Mark said as he looked at me, his face red.

"That will be $88.45, Miss." The cashier said as she rang up the cash register and bagged our last grocery. I swiped our debit card and pushed the cart forward to the car.

"Lexi. I can explain..."

"Explain what?"

"I don't mean to... you know. It just seems to happen. These urges. It's always been like that."

"Yeah, I know it's always been like that. But we are almost 30 years old. I want to have a child. I can't worry about you impregnating the world." I whispered to him harshly as we exited the store.

"I know. I wish... It wasn't like that."

"Wishes don't break habits. If it was just about me, it'd be one thing, but, why is it every single pretty woman you see?" I ask, my face getting pale.

"I don't know," Mark said sullenly as unloaded the cart and loaded up the van.

"Mark, we've done therapy, we've gone to a doctor, I've read books. I understand, but please, please just stop. I just wish I could magic this issue away." I said defeatedly.

"Well, we haven't tried magic," Mark said. "I don't want to lose you, babe, you really do make me the horniest. I just..."

"I know."

I got into the driver's seat of the car as Mark got into the passenger and we took off. Mark had gotten out his phone and was furiously searching for something. At the next light I decided to confront him.

"What are you doing on your phone honey?"

"Well I found something that might work, but we would need to see a witch doctor." Mark said as he looked at me.

"A Witch Doctor?" I asked.

"Yes. Now before you go off on me, we've tried everything. Everything but this. Hear me out, there is one close by according to Goggle Maps. Let's just go there, see if he can do something for us." Mark suggested.

I sighed. "How far is it?" I wanted to encourage him to be motivated to fix this, so I should agree to it right?

"Not that far, just downtown, or near there I should say." Mark said pointing to his phone.

"Alright, plug it in, we are going now."