Ronseria

“Honey, can you sit down for me for a moment?” Henry told Patricia, beckoning for her to join him on the sofa.

“Okay…” Patricia said suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.

“You know you’re my queen right and I’ll do anything for you?”

“Yes?”

Henry’s light eyes grazed at Patricia in a serious expression, “We can’t have sex anymore.”

Patricia nodded slowly as if processing the information meanwhile truly looking at Henry in his purple pullover, dark jeans and black rimmed glasses. What exactly did he mean by “we can’t have sex anymore.”

“Did you meet someone else?” Patricia finally replied in an accusatory tone.

“Well-no.”

“What do you mean well, no?”

“I was having suspicions about these spots…”

“Spots?” Patricia said raising her eyebrows.

“Yes, spots on my penis. And I visited the doctor earlier on and I just found out that I have Ronseria.”

“WHAT? Ronseria? Is that-is that bad?”

Henry gazed at Patricia sadly and placed his hands on hers. “No, not really bad I have to get it treated. It may take a few weeks-a month at most for it to heal.”

“Oh.”

“I’m really sorry baby, but please trust me, I haven’t cheated on you. I don’t know how I got this. I really don’t know. Please forgive me; I like to think that our relationship is not founded on physicality.”

Patricia felt dazed and her heart began to pound in her chest sending a shiver down her back. She did not meet Henry’s pleading eyes.

“Henry? You love me don’t you?” she whispered.

“Of course that’s why I’m going to abstain from sex so we can treat this and nothing will happen to you.”

“I think I know how you got this disease.”