I was a wife, a mother, on the verge of forgetting my identity as a woman—until this young man awakened me again as a sexual being. Of course, I never intended to betray my husband or my son, yet I found myself unable to end this affair. Guilt over betraying them constantly writhed deep within my heart. But as day after day I was taken, loved, and enveloped in pleasure, a hidden, depraved side of me slowly began to awaken. Perhaps by then, I no longer had the strength to care about what lay ahead.