And then she would pretend to pout which was another cue for me to massage the back of her feet, and then we'd head off to the bedroom or just fuck on the floor. But for years I hadn't taken that bait. I mean, come on, we're both 45. That kind of ritual just doesn't work anymore, not that it did when we were in our thirties. COVID killed off whatever romantic spark was left.

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