His Loss, My Gain
I told her she was beautiful and I appreciated her curves.
It was a warm summer evening when Sarah knocked on my door, tears streaming down her face. "Jim, I can't take it anymore," she sobbed, collapsing into my arms. "Ever since the baby was born, he just won't touch me. He says I'm too fat now and that my body's ruined from the pregnancy. I feel so ugly and undesirable." I held her close, stroking her hair. "Oh, Sarah, you could never be ugly. You're a stunning woman, inside a...