Printed paperback books had re-emerged in companionship with the introduction of "mommy porn", the first fruit of the splinter-demographic-porn-fiction movement---which now encompassed "plumber porn", "farmer porn" and, thanks to Ena Faye Wilkins, "trucker porn".

While e-readers initially rode the back of splinter porn, their use precipitously dropped because spouses began tying their partners' sudden fascination with having a reader in bed to their budding deviant sexual fantasies. As spouses threw e-readers into the trash, paperback books underwent a revival.

"I'm riding the new paperback porn wave", Ena Faye told a close friend.

"I threw my e-reader into the trash the day Michele Obama went on CNN talkin' about mac n' cheese and waving her stupid reader all over the place", her friend said.

Indeed, that CNN interview delivered a near fatal blow to the e-reader market, Amazon stock dropping half way down that afternoon. Sales of paperback porn books surged.  

By the time the last installment of Ena Faye's Shades of Fifty Truckers trilogy hit indie bookstores and truck stops, she had already sold more than two million books. Critics enjoyed beating their own chests by demeaning Ena Faye's homey writing style, often concentrating their force on one particular sentence, "The lot lizard woke up an entire rest stop of fifty snoring truckers in Missoula, Montana when she banged on the door of his rig and screamed, 'Holy crap, Mister, you aint goin' to get no BJ for a dollar', and give him the bird."

Ena Faye's husband, Ernie, was not happy with her new found career as a writer and was living in their fifth wheel trailer in a park outside Fort Smith, Arkansas.  

"Ernie, I refuse to go to Pastor Bill for marriage counseling", Ena Faye said, "we either work this out by ourselves or get divorced."

"Ena Faye, what good is money if it ruins our marriage?"

"We can't retire on just Social and Security plus what little you earn workin' in an auto parts store", she said, "I want enough money for a vacation once in a while."

"The sex you write about is disgusting. Kids are buying these books. Is that what you want---kids practicing deviant sex?"

"I just write stories", said Ena Faye, "and I can't control what kids do. But folks are bored and want to get themselves excited by reading about a man blowing up a car, robbing a homeless person, or whipping his girl friend's bare bottom."

"We need to meet with Pastor Bill, or I'm not moving back into the house", said Ernie.

Just as money from sales of the "Fifty Trucker" trilogy appeared to fulfill all of Ena Faye's vacation and retirement hopes, a woman in Rifle, Colorado, sued the publisher and claimed that the  trucker porn books were stolen from internet stories she herself had previously written under a different title.

Ena Faye's publisher escrowed her royalties. She was depressed and, for the first time in a while, she missed Ernie.

"I'll go meet with Pastor Bill one time, but I won't be lectured to", Ena Faye said.

Pastor Bill was a rock hard Baptist and a man of country ways but he might have been a gestalt therapist from Beverly Hills in his deft dismissal of the book dispute and confrontation of the couple's real problem, 

"When's the last time you took this lady to a nice hotel for a marriage renewal weekend?,

After a brief period of blushing and stammering, a plan for a renewal weekend was sketched out. Ernie and Ena Faye went to a fancy hotel in Chicago for three days and made love without giving a thought to the lurid sexual practices which enticed readers of her books---except when Ernie made a joke and pretended to be a cowboy wielding a whip.

"That really turns me off", said Ena Faye.

Soon after the renewal weekend, the publisher called with the news that the Colorado woman had settled her claim and that Ena Faye should present her next book proposal. That Sunday Ernie and Pastor Bill stood talking after the morning Service.

"It's not my place to tell Ena Faye not to write any more books", Pastor Bill said.

"It disgusts me and it ruins society", said Ernie."I can't forget about this trash by saying we've seen it all before. If this behavior is allowed, what's next?"

"I tend to think we've seen this before, going back to ancient Rome", said Pastor Bill, but my thinking is for you to concentrate on what's real between you and Ena Faye, not what's in her books."  

Later that day Ena Faye said to Ernie, "I've got an idea for a new story."

"I hope to hell it's not about truckers", Ernie said.

"No", she said, "it's about an older guy who is stuck working as a sales clerk in a retail store and, in a stroke of luck, receives a huge amount of money. Suddenly he has everything in life that he had hoped for as an eager young man."

"That's a relief", said Ernie, "what's his name?"