Lara, a woman of advanced years, seeks solace in her secret passion. She locks her door, shedding her clothes, letting them fall to the floor like forgotten memories. She lies back, her eyes closed, her fingers exploring her still-warm, still-wet center. She thinks of the men she's known, the women too, their bodies entwined in her mind's eye. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she brings herself to the brink, her body tensing, her heart pounding, before she finally falls, sated, into her pillows.