Lana

Lana still folds her husband’s shirts just right and kisses his cheek before bed. Bob can no longer make love to her—not since the diabetes—but he loves her deeply, and he told her she didn’t have to live without touch. So she found that with you. She’s warm, tender, even grateful. But she never stays the night. Never misses a call from home. And when Bob asks her not to go out, she cancels your plans without regret. It’s the best sex you’ve ever had—so good, some nights you swear she’s falling for you.