Brad wanted more from a woman than Marcy could give him, and it ruined the marriage.

"I thought everything was great with you two," Marcy said as she turned to look at Susan. Susan sat on the opposite end of the couch, her long legs crossed. She looked down, a little sad. Marcy felt for the lovely young woman, understanding their mutual problem concerning Brad. "I don't suppose I should tell you, but when you married him, he used to call me up and gloat, brag about how good you were in bed, that you gave him what he always wanted and how I was so cold and everything."

"I've heard about you, too," Susan said. "I found it very hard to believe the things he said. I can't imagine any woman being so icy, Marcy."

Marcy felt a warm flush on her face. She had never been comfortable talking about sex, especially with a man. She could discuss it with a woman only a little better.

"It isn't that I'm so cold," Marcy heard herself saying. "It was… I don't know. He wanted things from me that I couldn't do."

"I know," Susan answered in her breathless voice that seemed so good to hear.

"You do those things for him, he told me," Marcy went on. "He would call and brag, giving me all the details. Why, I don't know."

"I know why," Susan said. "I was in bed with him most of the times he called you. I heard."

"Didn't it embarrass you, listening to him say those things about you?"

"Oh, no," Susan smiled warmly. "I'm not easily embarrassed, as you probably know. In fact, if you want the truth, listening to him sort of made me more excited."

Marcy wasn't sure she liked the turn in the conversation. She wasn't sure she should talk this way with her ex-husband's wife. Yet, to her surprise, she felt an odd little tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, a feeling like going over the top hump in a roller coaster. The last time she had felt such a thrill had really been on a roller coaster when she was thirteen.