And that is why at the age of twenty-three, Julia Mitchell was still a virgin, with the photograph
of the man who ruined her for others tucked in the back of her underwear drawer. For the past
six years, she'd slept with his picture under her pillow. No man had ever come close to comparing
to him; no feelings of affection had ever approximated the love and devotion he inspired in her.
Their entire relationship was based on a single night, a night she relived in her memories over
and over again...