Wet for Her Mouth

Sheila, a mother of three in her 40s, finally found herself with a rare afternoon of solitude. Walking through the aisles of the grocery store, she felt a sense of liberation, picking out her favorite wine and other little luxuries she rarely treated herself to.As she made her way to the checkout, she felt a sudden warmth. The young woman behind the counter, Melanie, wasn't just scanning items; sh...