Jacquelyn had noticed before that Professor Shaffer and her were close in age. She immediately found him to be intellectually stimulating. She also noticed that he didn't wear a wedding ring. She quickly dismissed the sudden surge of feelings that were fighting to overtake the stance her mind had taken. She had repeatedly told herself, "no men, no relationships"--well at least not right now. She had finally concluded, "keep drawing from the same well, you'll keep getting the same bitter water."
She wanted a man that would satisfy her until she wouldn't thirst again. One that would love her so completely that her soul would be fed continuously and the wanting would cease. The wanting to hear words whispered in her ear while they made love, the wanting to hear that she mattered to him.
She wanted a man that would let her be herself or whoever she felt like being that day. Maybe a Latino woman from Spain dressed in a red ruffled regalia flamenco dancing for him while he sat and sipped wine. And when the music stopped he would then pour the wine on her and lap it off her breast.
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