What was life, after all, when you didn't know what you were being meticulous about or moderate for? She stepped closer to the mirror, gazing searchingly at the picture of perfection, and almost wished she were not so lovely. In that context, she might be able to make more sense of Tom's peculiarly indifferent attitude toward her, especially lately. It had been at least two weeks since they had last made love, which might be natural, and was certainly better than having to fight him off all the time the way she had to years ago. He had eventually learned moderation, but the moderation had dwindled lately into abstinence, and she didn't think she wanted it to go that far!

Suddenly, from the TV room, a high feminine squeal of laughter interrupted this depressing chain of thought. Liz put on her robe and went out into the hallway. Her son and his new bride were back from their honeymoon and visiting while they searched for an apartment. As she started by, Liz peeked into the TV room, and her green eyes narrowed and focused more sharply on the strange picture confronting her. Kevin's lean and muscular body was spread out on the couch in a pair of shorts. Liz's heart pounded unexpectedly. He looked so much like his father at about the same age. He had the same dark handsome looks, the curly dark hair, the deep brown eyes. He also had the same wild energy that she had fought so long to hold under reasonable control. Now this little girl he had married, nothing but a bleach blond, and as wild as Kevin had ever dreamed of being! It was a shame! After all of Liz's hard work and careful training, the new Natalie Rouelle threatened to undo it all!

Right now, the little blond, in a tight jersey and shorts that were at least two sizes too small for her, was trying to sit on Kevin's lap. Her lushly curving ass kept sliding down onto his pelvis, and his arms swooped out to grab her by the elbows and cast her off.