Chapter 23

• Flipping up my laptop and putting on my glasses, I snuggle into bed and eye my flannel pajamas. Good Lord, I need a lot of help. The first thing I do is surf around for new bras and panties, several hundred dollars worth. It’s a lot of money for underwear, and I feel a twinge of guilt that it could be better spent on my kids, car insurance, or school uniforms. Even though my family is well off, my parents instilled in Gage and me not to spend frivolously and that nothing comes without hard work.
• But I hit the purchase button anyway. I’m investing in my sexual future.
• God, I sound like a financial planner. Could I be less spontaneous? I’m planning for the day I might have sex again. Even I know how sad that is.