Dirty Dates

I had to do it and I was scared.

But I needed these dates – these dirtiest of dates.

I craved them and developed a hunger so deep I couldn't resist the men. The filthier-minded, the better.

At forty-nine, I had little time left to do these things. Time was running out and my hair getting grayer.

I did it at first to help my husband. Then I was doing it for me.