I reunited with my ex-lover at a class reunion—we broke up before we could even have sex because we were too young. The ring sparkling on her slender finger was dazzling. "You've become so beautiful," I said. "I can say things like that now," she replied. We were in a hotel room, tipsy with champagne in hand. Just the two of us, now adults. As I touched her, tracing the lines of her body, her eyes longed for me. Fueled by the lingering scent of our youth, we devoured each other's bodies. Her body was white, delicate, and beautiful. I reached for her slender waist...