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efforts and found a good partner in his wife, yet he continued to leave her behind when he went on business trips. On the rare occasions that Nicola joined him, she often found herself alone in the hotel suite, waiting for him to return. More frustrated than ever, Nicola poured all her time into rehabbing three distressed Harlem properties the couple had recently purchased.
    So after all her work, Harrison was now accusing her of taking too long to respond sexually. She couldn’t win with him. Maybe he was right, though. Harrison usually was. She probably had oversuppressed her sexual drive with all those meditation exercises, and rehabbing buildings was no picnic. Even with a crew often who actually did the hands-on work, she often ended the day totally exhausted.
    A month after Harrison had abandoned her in the bedroom, Nicola’s brownstone refurbishing project ended. She tried to lure her husband away for a vacation, but all he said was, “You go on without me, lovey. You deserve a break.” Sensing her disappointment, he added, “I know what, I’ll send you to Monte Carlo. You love it there. You haven’t been in over two years.”
    He was right. She did love Monte Carlo. The luxurious hotels; the gambling; the beaches. But she loved Harrison more. Not at all happy with his decision, she reluctantly agreed to a monthlong stay at the five-star spa resort in the silver mining town of Taxco, Mexico.
Maybe,
she thought
, it’ll revitalize my tank.
Once there, Nicola enrolled in their popular regimen of activities created especially to de-stress busy, wealthy women. After three weeks of daily massages, healthy gourmet meals, and long herbal soaks, she began to feel like a new woman. The only disturbing things at the spa were the buff young men on staff whose only job was to cater to the client’s every whim. Some were quite brazen in their attempts to tease her into serious sexual activity.
    Nicola ignored their advances. She was, after all, a one-man woman. Harrison was her one man. Besides, she could still hear him complaining about how long it took her to reach an orgasm.
If my own husband doesn’t have patience for me, these fine young waiters won’t either,
thought Nicola.
    A seminar at the spa given by Dr. Ana Perez, an Argentinean reconstruction gynecologist, changed her mind. Her talk, “The G-Spot…Everything you need to know but were afraid to ask,” was enlightening. She was especially interested in the intravaginal injection that promised to heighten a woman’s sexual response. She called it the “G-Shot.” After the talk, Nicola literally attacked the doctor. Dr. Perez agreed to perform the simple procedure at her clinic.
    “Hold still,
señora
…
por favor
…hold still…relax!” pleaded the doctor. With both legs resting in stirrups, Nicola squirmed and jumped every time the doctor tried to position the needle into her vagina. She hated injections and the G-shot was given in a spot that she just couldn’t fathom wouldn’t hurt. Though the doctor explained it was nothing…her mind told her it was something. Dr. Perez pleaded again, “I cannot do if you move!”
    “I’m so sorry, doctor, I hate needles; and in my VAGINA!!!”
    “I know. I put you to sleep.
sí
?”
    Pleased with her decision, Nicola looked at the doctor and smiled, “
Sí!”
When she woke up from the procedure, as the doctor had promised, she had a new pussy. One, she explained, that would respond effortlessly to even the slightest provocation. She joked, “You’ll need a little hombre in your pocket now because you will want amor all ’de time, señora!”
    And the doctor was right. She could feel that warm sensation when she walked, when she ran, and she swore on the Bible whenever she breathed too deeply. Her pink little electronic buddy, that she was happy she remembered to bring on the trip, never left her side. Nicola decided to cancel the last week of her spa visit, and make a surprise visit home to her