Kim knew she had gotten herself into a situation that was rapidly escalating out of control. At age 45, she no longer turned heads like she used to, and to top it off, she was the one who had to initiate any sex when they went to bed. And to make it worse, her hormones lately had been running rampant. She had met this younger black man ( man? hell he must have been no more than 18 or 19 ), at the gas station, while pumping gas into her car. They had made eye contact while he was filling his car, and his sweet smile just made her knees feel like jelly. "Why in the world would… 阅读更多内容