They climb back into bed. As the husband begins to mount her again, she speaks again.

“For the Lord sayeth, ‘Women, look to thy husbands, and obey them all the days of your lives.’”

“That’s right. Just lie back now.”

“Anything you say, dear. Are my legs spread out enough?”

“Yes, thanks. They’re fine.”

“And my vagina—is it wet enough?”

“It could be a little wetter.”

“All right. I’ll try to make it wetter.”

“Thanks.”

“And my mouth—is it open wide enough?” “Do you have to ask me everything?” “I must look to my husband and obey him.” “You’ve done enough looking and obeying.” “But the Lord sayeth, ‘Cursed be the name Woman.’ Didn’t He say that, dear? ‘Cursed be the name Woman’?” “He might have. I forget right now.” “Am I cursed, dear?”

“Yes, you’re cursed. All women are cursed.” “I’m so sorry I’m cursed. I aplogize for being a woman. Will you forgive me for being cursed?” “All right.”

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