After losing my husband, I lived alone with my daughter. I was shocked when she suddenly came to me with a serious concern, and I took her worries deeply to heart. She confessed that she was suffering in her relationship, that sex was extremely painful for her. Her boyfriend’s “thing” was simply too large, and she wanted to end the relationship. As a mother, I felt I had no choice but to protect my daughter. But I realized that mere advice wouldn’t be enough to resolve her pain—so I came up with a solution of my own. Looking back now, it might have been a mistake. Still, their relationship began to heal, little by little. And strangely, I found myself increasingly drawn to his “thing.” I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop my feelings from stirring. Before I realized it, I was craving his body.