Sansone Sultana has a problem. A problem that stands just a few scant inches over 5 feet and carries his surname. 3 years into a marginally unholy matrimony and his wife is on the warpath for a baby; a baby that he's all too happy to oblige her with. However, there seems to be a bit of a hiccup in their plans. Mother Nature isn't feeling particularly forthcoming with the creation of life using--what he considers to be--the perfect blend of their genes. With every failed pregnancy test, Nyssa's quiet resilience transforms into a frightening determination that quickly makes him feel as though he's nothing more than a walking reproductive organ in her eyes. When things begin to spiral in their bedroom he decides that a plan of action must be thought out and executed. Said plan has one thick, black bottom line--showing Nyssa that sex simply for pleasure is a still a thing while reminding her that he's more than capable of delivering.
