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Lee said.
    Marsha shrugged. “I can’t begin to describe what I’m going through.”
    “What if I tell you the power lies in you?” Dr. Lee crossed her legs.
    Marsha set the cup on the coffee table eager to learn how to fix her problem. “You sound so positive.”
    “Someday, you’ll be able to raise your chin and conquer this.”
    Marsha wiped her tears. Here she was listening to her nemesis counseling her when she was supposed to be the expert—the Love Guru.
    Dr. Lee took Marsha’s hand. “You’re a beautiful and strong woman. You don’t realize what you’re capable of. The best is yet to come.”
    Marsha pulled out her wedding photo from her wallet and showed it to Dr. Lee. “We were so happy.”
    “Relax, be still and let go of the wheel. You’ll be surprised that great things happen when you’re not in control.”
    Dr. Lee sounded like one of those life coaches who was filled with enthusiasm, but nothing she said lifted her spirits. Still, it was better than staying at home and being reminded that Blake was gone.
    Dr. Lee moved closer to her and signaled Marsha to stand up and led her to a full-length mirror. “You can start by removing your coat. What are you hiding there?”
    Marsha stiffened her shoulders as Dr. Lee gently removed her blazer and loosened the rubber band from her hair.
    From behind, Dr. Lee combed Marsha’s long brown hair, pulling it forward.
    “What are you doing?”
    “A fragile woman is afraid to show who she is. Behind a big coat and power suit, you are a woman; gentle and vulnerable. There’s more to being Dr. Marsha Caufield.”
    Marsha stared at herself in the mirror, remembering that she was only fourteen years old when she lost her mother. She held both her younger sisters hands as they say goodbye to their mother in the coffin. Marsha didn’t dare let her sisters see her cry—she needed to be strong for them. After counseling numerous patients who lost their spouses, Marsha finally understood the pain they felt.
    Straightening her shoulders, Marsha faced Dr. Lee. “What exactly does a sex coach do?”
    Laughter exploded from Dr. Lee’s mouth. She glanced at her watch. “You have a lot to learn about being a woman. How about I take you dancing tonight?”
    “Dancing? I can’t remember the last time I went dancing.”
    “Well, it’s never too late to start. C’mon, we need to get you out of those clothes and put on some dancing shoes.”
    Marsha hesitated for a moment, but she remembered what it felt like to be in an empty house.
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    A tall stocky black bouncer checked IDs outside Venus club as young women, dressed in skimpy outfits, lined up. Men ogled at them and one man whistled at Dr. Lee who was wearing her black leather pants and a sleeveless safari shirt.
    Marsha hid behind Dr. Lee as she scrutinized her black leggings and skin tight black and white blouse with matching high heels. Dr. Lee had promised her this outfit would boost her confidence. She was wrong, Marsha felt awkward and hoped she wouldn’t bump into any of her patients.
    Dr. Lee nudged her. “You’re smoking. Quit trying to analyze the situation.”
    Marsha studied the crowd around her. “I’m not sure about this.”
    “You’ll be fine.”
    Strobe lights welcomed them on the dance floor as people swayed to the music. Dr. Lee and Marsha inched their way around people to find a table while men watched from their seats.
    “Do you want to dance?”
    “Me, oh no,” Marsha said.
    Dr. Lee pulled Marsha toward a back curtain.
    “Where are you taking me?”
    Two women are pole dancing as men cheered for them from their seat. “This is where the action is.”
    Marsha turned around to leave. “I’m not doing any of that.”
    Dr. Lee tugged her arm. “Remember what I told you earlier? That you’re capable of doing anything. Now’s your chance. Follow me.”
    Dr. Lee pulled Marsha to the stage. Dr. Lee removed her clothes exposing a metallic bikini.
    The men dropped their jaws and