Now, Beth shook her head, trying to dislodge the memory. What good did remembering such things do? Help her understand the affairs so she could stop them? Long ago, she had thought that much was true, but had seen the theory proved wrong more than once. More than twice. A hundred times, maybe.
So many times, logical endings to the encounters presented themselves. Perfectly logical: take a job, have a baby, fill her days so there was no time to go out and hunt for men. She would think how, really, it should be easy to want no man other than Mark. After all, he was handsome, masculine, sexy, a good lover. In fact, the s*x they had was often better than the s*x she had with a stranger in a motel room, walk-up apartment, or sometimes, a public place. Logically: why should she pine for more?
