It all began at the meeting. Jane was one of about 20 women (and a handful of men) to attend the meeting at Fort Sill. The sober crowd had been called together by Colonel Jenkins, the base commander. They knew why they were there. Their husbands, wives, sons, daughters, boyfriends, etc., had just had their tours of duty in Iraq extended.
The Colonel was upbeat. Their unit had good leadership, things were going better, their kids at the base school would get special attention, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Jane was not impressed; in fact, she was depressed. As she stumbled out of the meeting she collided with another woman.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "God! Three more months! Those presentations get under my skin."
"Me too," agreed the other woman, who then introduced herself. "I'm Melissa Block."
"Jane Frager. Say, are you free for lunch? Maybe we could at least commiserate."
"Great idea," said Melissa. "But I have to get back to my sitter who's with my one year old. Maybe next week sometime?"
A week later Jane and Melissa sat, sipping wine in Jane's living room, chatting about their kids, the base school system and other such everyday concerns.
After a sip of wine Melissa said: "Y'know, it's kind of embarrassing but as much as I miss Chuck, his thoughtfulness, his skills as a father and all that, I really, really miss the sex."
"Yeh," Jane agreed, "I know what you mean. I'll tell you, though. I confess to having at least a partial solution to that problem."
"I'm not sure I want to hear this," Melissa said tentatively, "but tell me more."