Regret Cheaper Than Dust

Everyone in Seavelt knew that Dr. Ethan Caldwell, the city's top gynecologist, never got close to women.

No matter how many youthful figures stood before him, he never so much as glanced their way.

I always thought I was different, even after ten years together, when he wouldn't let me touch him.

If my fingertips accidentally brushed his sleeve, he'd snap, "Don't touch me."

After another failed attempt to climb into his bed, he sent ten men to sleep with me.

Afterward, when I cried and lashed out at him, he said flatly, "I can't let you live like a nun forever."