To one man she was the mother of his children, a dutiful wife, a best friend. A partner.

To the other man, she was a goddess to be worshipped, an angel, the most beautiful woman in the world. Alive.

43 years old, athletic and slim, eyes the colour of sapphires, her hair stylised in a pixie cut, her skin lightly tanned, Julie stood before a mirror, back straight, eyes forward, looking at herself, looking for the answer.

Heart racing, stomach tense, nipples hard, she wondered: who am I? Who do I want to be?

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