This is a romantic/forgiveness story. Amy is 51 and frumpy and finds out that her husband is having an affair. She goes shopping and by chance meets a young man who finds her attractive. After spending the afternoon in his arms she learns the meaning of true beauty and love.
In 1960 I was a sex-obsessed fifteen-year-old, with an addiction to the glossy pinup magazines of those pre-internet days. I turned to shoplifting as a way of meeting my needs. When I got caught, the owner of the store, a recently widowed lady in her thirties, didn't know what to do with me. Eventually she came up with a unique way for me to pay for my crimes. At the same time she found a way to fulfill the needs of a horny teenaged boy and a young widow with an overactive libido.
Two friends get caught up in the beauty and wonder of a magical place. They let their senses and emotions lead them to their secret heaven. This is a story written in the male perspective with a female touch. I love the mystical feel and the language in this story. *sigh*
I'd been married for a few years to a bastard disguised as a gentleman. I thought he was charming, despite his complete inability to tell the truth. After I threw him out, I kept to the house for a long time. No dating. No boyfriends. No sex. Well, not with anyone else. And I was happy, I thought!