Reader, I schtupped him.
But you figured that out already, yes?
I could have left the story at that, with me as the triumphant middle-aged divorcée who got her groove back, Joe as the hunky young stud.
Life is more complicated than that.
Schtupping is more complicated than that.
When you’re naked in bed with someone for hours, you can go to some deep places…
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