My wife Sally had just turned 50 and was feeling depressed. “It only seems like yesterday that I was a high school cheerleader. All of the guys in school wanted me then. Now I’m just old and nobody wants me.” “How can you say that?” I replied. “You are still a foxy babe and I want you.” “But we’re married. You know what I mean. Men don’t turn to watch me walk down the street anymore. Besides, men only want younger women. If we weren’t married, you probably wouldn’t even notice me.” Sally lamented. “You...
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