“This is my sixth month of pregnancy, and things have never been easy for me,” I complained bitterly while sitting in front of my apartment, glancing at the atmosphere as the gentle breeze blew through.

This should have been me in my husband's house. Being cuddled sweetly under his loving arms. But here I am all alone with no one to talk to.

I really need a warm massage from a man. But that was denied by Linda's brutal action.

A gentle kiss, a hug, a glorious romance that will keep the ...