The distance had been growing since they had moved to the south. Sarah didn’t know what she was doing wrong.
She bought a new perfume, wore it to bed, bought a new, sexy nightie, wore it to bed… she even stripped down bare naked and waited for George to find her in the bedroom after he got home from work… but he just asked what was for dinner and changed out of his work boots.

Sarah was gorgeous. Her beautiful brown hair curled up naturally into soft, sweet curls and her eyes spoke for her most of the time, shining outward. Her creamy brown skin glowed under soft, dull colors and her body was sculpted like a siren’s.

“Mama, I don’t know what to do. He’s just never in the mood anymore! I’m a woman who has needs… I don’t know about that, Mama… but you know I don’t believe in that—…” Sarah sighed at her mother’s silly “solutions” to her problems.
“… Alright, alright, I’ll think about it, okay?”

Three days later, Sarah found herself walking into the breathing store with a scarf around her face.