Betty's Memoir

Walking to my studio on West 29th Street early one morning, I ran into a man who had worked as a commercial artist for my former husband. Sergio DiNolti had been fat and homely, but the man standing in front of me was trim and very muscular with a lean, appealing face. As I admired his miraculous change, he said he'd been doing Karate four times a week. As we walked towards my studio, I sensed some extraordinary sex was about to take place. Luckily my diaphragm was still in place from the sex I'd had with Grant the night before.