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When your husband of thirteen years sends a close-up of his erect penis, you should not, under any circumstances, ask him why he sent it. Rachel Abbott didn’t know much about sexting etiquette, but she was fluent in middle-aged male fragility.
Who wouldn’t be grateful to wake up each day swaddled in downy white privilege?
She’d never been loved like that before: like a wish that had finally come true.
Her dreamy smile burrowed into his chest and slid inside a dozen places it probably shouldn’t.
