I entered the kitchen, cut a lemon, squeezed it into a glass, added sugar, and began pouring cold water into the glass when I felt David's hands on my shoulders. He said, "Mrs. Brooks, I watched you outside, and I really think you are very pretty."

I mumbled, "I noticed your stares at my body. I guess you need to try harder with younger chicks."

His hands rubbed gently my shoulders, "I was never attracted to silly, superficial spring chickens who use social media 24/7. I want a mature woman, who knows what's important in life and has experience."

His powerful hands sent shivers down my spine. His massage was...