Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring toge...ther for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a. “That’s it!” she said, irate as she put her things aside and went out the door. She walked down the hall to the next apartment and knocked forcefully until the door was yanked open from her, mid knock. “Hey, can I help you?” a tall, white guy asked as he leaned against the door. He wore a faded red flannel shirt over a white tank and loose fitting denim jeans. He was handsome in a very classic, all-American way with short cropped blond hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a chiseled granite jawline.. She had come to her daughter’s school to collect her certificates. We decided I can pick her up after that. When I reached the school I parked my car a little before the main gate and waited. I waited for another 10 minutes and here she was. In a blue long shirt and sunglasses. She checked around to find me.I first saw her properly, checked out how pretty she looked and then drove my car to the place she was standing. She swiftly got into the car and I drove. I shook her hand and started. My motto was even, "Only date one at a time, never more than one partner at a time during sex." During that brief, disastrous first marriage to a young man, who had already been married once before, I totally lost my self, my self-confidence, and my sexuality. I didn't have any sexual urges during the last two years of our marriage as it fell apart. I didn't feel sexy or think I was sexually attractive anymore after the grueling divorce was finally over. A strong hatred for all men continued.