AIDA concerns two gals and a guy. One of the gals becomes the guy's wife. She is a PhD, a devoted mother of five, a clever homemaker, a beloved teacher, and a frisky adulteress. She does not protest poverty by fellating homeless hoboes, nor does she protest racism by interracial coitus, but she does enjoy sex every male she fancies, vows and mores be damned. The other gal is an undereducated stripper who vows to improve her sad family's stature by progeny. She plans to get pregnant by a college student with heritage genes and raise him herself. She will make the world proud of him whatever her sacrifice. The guy is Hopkins-educated, a lawyer, a Wall Street broker, and educator, an artist, and a writer. His idea of beauty? "A healthy young woman with a big smile on her face and a mouthful of cum." AIDA, an ironic read with a twist of fidelity.