At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck ;TAN

Robert simply kissed my forehead.

“I’m tired, sweetheart. Tomorrow.”

But that “tomorrow” never came.

Then another tomorrow passed.

And another.

Eventually, I stopped trying.

Worse, I began to hate myself.

When I changed clothes, I stopped looking in the mirror.

I started thinking that this part of my life as a woman was simply over.

Until I met Eric.

He was thirty-four.

I was at a bar with a friend when I noticed him looking at me.

At first, I actually turned around to see whether there was another woman behind me.

There wasn’t.

He was looking at me.

A few minutes later, he came over.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

I laughed.

“I’m old enough to be your mother.”

He didn’t even