Beth stared at the garish neon that seemed out of place in the mid-afternoon heat. Her mysterious benefactor had sent her to a bar? For the trillionth time, she wondered why she had answered that ad. For that matter, why had she even picked up the magazine at the grocery store? She never read Cosmo. She wasn’t frigid. She just had some issues to work out. Who wouldn’t? The first guy she slept with ditched her. And Steve? Her ex was nothing if not blunt about how cold and unimaginative she was in bed. Her sex-drive had simply taken a very long vacation. Logic failed at that point because Beth didn’t have a clue about how to get it to come home. She’d spent many nights in her empty apartment trying to figure that out. A year later, she managed to replace the furniture Steve had taken when he moved, but not her libido. Sending in the application had seemed like a joke until she’d received the acceptance letter, giving her one week to request vacation and prepare. It had been the most nerve-wracking week of her life.
