Donna, already twice hardened by fate, rebounded quickly from the shock, knowing full well that she had two young children to support, and the only avenue open to her was teaching. During the next few years, she had many male admirers, one of whom even asked her to marry him, but she became completely absorbed in the task of supporting her children, and in the process neglected her own personal life. She told herself that she would never marry again and risk the chance of losing another husband, but the truth was that although her short lived marriage had produced two offspring, she had been young and naive and unable to cope with the sexual requirements that went with it.

To her way of thinking, dating exposed her to risks that she couldn't afford to take, especially if it meant taking her time away from earning income for herself and the children. Yet, her startling good looks attracted many men, and she was constantly put in the position of finding excuses to spurn offers of dates. At first she used her children as an excuse, but later, when they were older and away at school, she fooled herself into believing that male companions would only be after her small, but hard earned savings. And, next to the children, teaching was her life. Yet there were times when she had feelings she didn't want to recognize.

Late at night when she was lying in bed, unable to sleep, tingling little flames of sexual desire would creep forth to dance enticingly over her long-denied body; her loins would begin to throb with a burning consciousness that dominated her mind, making her want to touch herself everywhere, to be covered with the hard muscular body of a man. Sometimes, in a dreamlike state, she would answer the demanding fires, stroking and probing between her thighs with hungrily searching fingers. But what always remained was a constant gnawing hunger, a desire for a close, intimate relationship, and she had to force herself to put it out of her mind.