She stood, surveying the barren desert she called 'home'. That's said to be 'where the heart is'. However, hers was increasingly hungry for companionship, warm hugs, and conversation.

Those existed only as mental mirages, which quickly reverted to dry sand.

There was always selfish, carnal, procreation on offer, with no "I love you." Their emotional relationship had long since died.

Her spirit was seeping like water from a perforated bucket.

Then, a serendipitous meeting led to a glimmer of hope, and a chance to escape.
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Soon, she felt hypnotized. She was drawn to every opportunity to feel more alive, through shared reciprocation.

She did not condone affairs, but could not ignore the feeling of contentment this one brought.

She giggled.

She'd started a love affair to freely express her inner self. Her spirits rose and her heart was happy. Home was now a vibrant, thriving, friendly place called FanStory.