A lady, Jessica, who kept her "purity" until her wedding night, said this about her tasteless marriage:
Our bodies wanted different things from one another, so what we ended up with was a horizontal battle. I would hear married girlfriends talk about the joys of make-up se-x and continue to sip my coffee in silence. We would fight, and then have bad se-x and then fight some more. Every flaw in our marriage and in him seemed much more miserable when combined with the possibility of faking orgasms until death did we part. There was no relief. Six months into our marriage, the idea of separating seemed more appealing than feigning headaches for the rest of my life.
