The house felt too large with Sarah gone. Randy sat in the living room, the light of his laptop screen reflecting off of his face. He stared at the browser tab, a site he had bookmarked three months ago but never dared to visit. He scrolled through the profiles, his eyes skimming past the average and the modest. Then he saw it. A photo of a thick, dark shaft that seemed to defy physics. The caption read: Jim. Eleven inche...