40Something Mag

"I was a Vegas dancer when I met my husband," 45-year-old Sugar tells us. "I never really planned on getting married. I was enjoying the single life way too much. I came to Vegas when I was just 18 from a small town in Nebraska. I guess you could say I had something of a reputation back home, but I was always destined to get out of that backwater. I got a job dancing right away, and I loved the attention I got from all the men. Every night, they would send bottles of champagne and roses backstage for me, and they'd wait outside, practically begging to take me out to dinner. Most nights, I'd say yes. You know how much energy you have when you're that young. I could stay out all night partying, then work three shows the next day without blinking an eye." But sweet Sugar had a secret. "Even though I had a reputation for being fast back home, I was a virgin when I got to Las Vegas. To tell the truth, I was a little scared of sex. I mean, I made out with guys, and I'd been felt up, but every time I felt a bulge in their pants, I'd panic. My ex-husband was one of those guys who waited outside the stage door for me, and when he found out I was a virgin, he really began pursuing me hard. He wanted my cherry, and he wanted it real bad. I'll never forget the night he finally got it."