It didn't have to be that way. He didn't have to work at his demeaning job. She'd have been only too happy to work while he went back to college.

She had pleaded with him to let her send him through school. He could have finished on his own years ago. They had been at the state university where he was on a football scholarship. Tom had injured his knee, however, in the first week of practice. The university would have honored its contract with him despite the fact that he would never play. It had been Tom who packed up and returned home. Tom had only been interested in football, not in the education. Now he resented being in a low paying job. Damn it, it was his own fault. She would still pay for him to get his education.

Maybe they should talk about that again. Maybe they needed to do a lot of talking. If he was being such a bastard because of his own frustrations, then she needed to do something to reassure him. Sheila quickly began cleaning up the table. She spent almost an hour in the kitchen, then walked into the bedroom and began changing clothes.

She'd go down to the tavern. Yes, she'd show him that she didn't feel superior to his friends. She'd have fun with him tonight, even drink beer with him! Ugghhh! That would be a way of proving her love. He knew how she detested the smell and taste of beer. She would sit there and drink with him, then come home and have a long, serious talk.

She felt much better as she ran the comb through her hair. She had slipped into tight slacks and a soft sweater that emphasized her tits. She shook her head sadly, knowing that there was no way she could pass as a typical tavern wife. Then she laughed at herself. Why should she worn? Maybe this would even help Tom. Every man in there would drool over her. That ought to give her husband a feeling of being important. He had always been proud of her sexy appearance. She might be able to use that tonight.