She lay back, covering her shoulders with the calming hot water. The ends of her Raphealite strawberry-blonde curls floated for a moment and then sank into the water to straighten into slender strands of silk. A sigh of contentment broke from her chest as the warmth seeped into her pores, internally massaging her aching muscles and tight, tension-taut neck muscles.

As she lay there soaking, she reminisced on those lost fifteen years, remembering how at seventeen she'd been cheerful, vivacious, full of hope, self-promises… a far cry from the lonely, depressed person she was now. What had gone wrong? Again she asked herself the question that tormented her daily. Had she make a mistake in marrying Sid?

She knew the difference in their attitude and life style was overwhelming and now they didn't even have the same interests. Sybil, raised in a wealthy family in Memphis, Tennessee… daughter of a debutante and banker, had been blessed with everything a young girl could want: money, clothes, parties, her own car… Like the Dunlap girls, mused Sybil raising a steaming wash cloth to dab at her cheeks.

And Sid… idealistic Aquarian that he was, with no desire for material wealth sometimes even eliminating comfort. Education, learning… that's all he cared about. Oh, sometimes they went to movies together, but most nights he read and she watched television.

Tears blinded her eyes as she thought of the endless litany of unfulfilled nights… their frustrating sexual encounters… they were almost strangers to each other. In fact, she'd witnessed him with some of his students, and he showed more appreciation for their curiosities then he did for her cooking… more concern over their emotional whims than he showed over his wife's feminine needs.