At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck

to him.

At one point, Eric kissed the side of my neck much harder than I expected.

 

I flinched and pulled back.

“Easy.”

He immediately stopped.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No… it was just a little too hard.”

We even laughed about it.

At the time, it seemed like nothing.

I had no idea that only minutes later, the entire night would end in panic.

I got up to get some water.

 

I took two steps.

Suddenly, a strange ringing filled my ears.

The room seemed to tilt.

“Eric…”

He turned.

“Linda?”

I reached for my neck.

Then my legs gave out.

Everything went black.

The next thing I remember was the steady beeping of a  hospital monitor.

 

I opened my eyes.

There was oxygen tubing beneath my nose.

 

A doctor was standing beside me.

“What happened?”