She didn’t set out to be that way, but it had always been the case. She loved being admired, looking good, being desired; but just wasn’t especial...y sexual. Sure, she enjoyed the sex she allowed Pete a couple of times a week if he was lucky, but she could take it or leave it, and was at a loss to understand why he always wanted more from her. It had been quite a problem in the early years, but Pete had grown into acceptance now, contenting himself with the fact that he had a beautiful wife, who. People were still walking around in jeans and layered shirts, but there was a good chance of ice on the ground. "Happens to us all," Margaret assured her. She thought the girl was proably right around twenty years old, a student at the college where Margaret and Steve both worked.The girl didn't move to pull herself away from Margaret. The older woman had her held with one hand in the small of her back, the other around her shoulder. "My name's Jennifer," she said."I'm Margaret." The married. ”“True!” Jennifer smirked.“Jesus, Jen! You could have let me have five seconds of feeling good!”“No way! Your ego needs constant whipping to keep it under control.”“Just ask Elyse,” I chuckled.“Flogger?”“Yes. Steve was a bad boy. And when Kara found out, she took the opportunity to swat me on the butt a couple of times.”“What the hell did you do?”I quickly explained what happened with Crystal and Mitsuko.“Damn, Steve, that’s low and idiotic even for you!”“Tell me about it!”“Well, if Crystal. But don’t worry, I do have one and it will reveal itself on the pages ahead. I suppose I could summarize and say that it’s about me and my life as a single woman, but that wouldn’t be quite right. Or I could say it’s about my constant battle with my own insecure, even though deep down I know that I’m pretty I’m talented and I’m a decent person, but that wouldn’t be quite right either. I could tell you that if you are accepting this to be some kind of Bridget Jones rip off, you should probably.