Worst image a man can have short of the violent death of a child God forbid is that of little Wifey in a hotel room far from home with her dainty ankles pinned back and wings wide open while some other hard leg is pouring the coal to it and she’s moaning and back clawing and chest biting while he goes places no man has gone before and she peels off wave after wave of major O
I equated it with the death of a child
That’s a pretty defining comparison