“I just can’t help it,” she wrote in her journal. “Guys always know how easy I am.”

“It doesn’t matter if I play hard to get or tell them I’m not interested, the scent gives it all away. My lust, my desire — They can always smell it in the air — ” She added another line at the end: “See new doctor. Appointment next week.”

She’d sunk to a new level of promiscuity. It happened on the subway last night on the way home from the office. The building she worked in was conserving energy, so the air-conditioning had been barely running, and when she got on the train, she found herself running her thumb along the top edge of her bra, pulling the cups forward. Then she stood up and fanned her skirt back and forth a few times to cool off.... Read More