It was years later. I'd married. My body had changed; my desires had not. 

So there they were. The haughty ones seemed even haughtier, the plump girls slimmer.

Then I saw her. She turned to face me. I watched as she folded her thumb into the palm of her hand and formed a cone with her fingers, and looked directly at me. I blushed and lowered my eyes. Meekly I followed as she led me to our secret place.

I knelt naked before her. "Shatter my heart with fierce pain, Goddess," I said.

"Oh, Babe, you still remember the words."