She hated the stares; despised the appreciative comments. She could have any one of these so-called men - even the married ones. Especially the married ones. She had given her word, though, and it was sacred. Her body was her husband’s, no matter what temptations beckoned. It was for him alone that she dressed this way.
She breezed through the front door, pausing hopefully. Dale barely looked up from the TV, his eyes blankly reflecting the flickering images that held him.
