But as she'd sat drinking black coffee in the spotless little kitchen of her modern ranch house, the dreadful pictures once again rose unbidden before her eyes. There were two disturbing visions: the first, of Larry's head with its fashionably trimmed dark hair burrowing in obscene feast between her own wantonly widespread legs, his red tongue snaking out from between his teeth toward the most intimate, sacred part of her body – the pussy that belonged exclusively to her husband Verne; and the second image, of her husband's friend as she'd seen him when she opened her eyes to answer the phone, his huge, angry-red cock brandished in his hand and his black eyes burning with lustful desire.
All through the morning, as she carefully dressed and applied a touch of pink rouge to her unusually pale cheeks, then as she drove the ten miles from the subdivision of Lakeview Gardens to the larger town of Brunrocke, the disturbing images kept recurring. Now, as she sat in Tony Fletcher's studio waiting for him to interview her, Larry's flicking tongue and throbbing, swollen penis again flashed before the guilty wife's eyes. Flinching as though she'd been slapped by an invisible hand, the tortured young blonde exerted all her energy toward making the horrible visions vanish.
What's the matter with me? she agonized. Why did I keep seeing dirty pictures in my mind? I think I'm going crazy… stark raving mad!
Suddenly a flashbulb exploded in her face, breaking through her troubled reverie and dispersing the lewd, unwanted images with its burst of light.