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Annabel’s words kept Elizabeth up half the night tossing and turning. The thought of having a lover literally made her hands shake. There had only ever been one man for her. Martin had been her childhood sweetheart who she had married on her twenty-first birthday. She had been completely at ease with him in every way, including intimately, as Annabel called it. The prospect of sleeping with another man terrified her, but the thought of being alone for the rest of her life also worried her. So she was willing to be receptive to the possibility of dating again; she would deal with any intimacy issues if they arose.
The magazines she loved often told her that men’s libido decreased with age, so maybe she was worrying prematurely. Dwelling on it for too long brought on a tension headac
