Poem by Ellen Keeland: Pete and Mabel were dating, going steady, Necking every chance they could get. But when he held and pressed close to her, She’d say, “Not yet, not yet.” Then one night she gave in, True love was also her quest. Winging her way past sin, She gave... One thing I never thought I’d be; I became sexually hung-up, did not want to make love to my husband at the age of 20, after 1 year of marriage. I got this knowledge of how to cure frigidity from an old family health book probably written in the early 1900’s. It... 