SQ she had to get it from herself. But, oh, it left her feeling so nasty when it was over! Masturbation was perfectly okay, it wouldn't rot her teeth or make hair grow in her palms or do any of the other awful things her mother had suggested when Joanne had turned twelve, grown tits, and begun to bleed. But who could live on finger jobs alone? she wanted to know. Who would even want to?

God, something was gonna have to change around here! No matter how uptight Tom was about getting his tenure, no matter how much he worried about his job and its future, he was gonna have to remember that he had a wife and that this turn-off of his was absofuckinglutely killing his wife!

She spent the morning at her housework. It promised to be such a nice day! It was a warm April day, and she stood at the back door, just breathing in the scent of fresh grass and the flowers across the fence in the neighbors yard. The morning sky was pastel blue, a few white clouds drifting across it, and it was too sweet a day to waste alone at home, feeling sorry for herself.

Standing at the sink, the idea came to Joanne. She splashed her hands in the dishwater, coated her arms in bubbles, blew them away, smiling happily. "Yes," she said aloud. "I'll do it," she added. "I'll put on that sexy yellow dress, the one cut way down to here and slit up the sides, and maybe I'll wear those black mesh stockings and the garter belt, too, I'll bet he's forgotten all about the garter belt. Mmmmmmm! I'll just pirouette into his office – let's see, his last morning class is out at twelve, so I should get there a little after – and I'll demand that he escort me to lunch like any other husband with two hours to kill. We'll go to that Chinese place, eat a nice light lunch, maybe some dim sun and tea, nothing heavy.