You have suspicions, many of them. You suspect your wife is fucking other men behind your back. You suspect your friends despise you. You suspect even strangers are looking at you askance, thinking what an insignificant loser you are. You suspect that you’re a sorry excuse for a man. Unfortunately, it’s true. It’s all true. Your wife, your friends, your acquaintances, none of them care about you. They’re just waiting for the opportunity to get away from you. Soon you’ll have nothing. Nothing, that is, except Mistress Harlyn.