"Damn!" she cursed under her breath, feeling annoyed because she felt that Brint hadn't even heard her. He was in the bathroom running the water, brushing his teeth probably, and what did he care what she thought anyway? She banged the brush down on the table top and brusquely moved her chair back, all noises which she subconsciously hoped would reach her husband's ears.

Standing up, Fran took in the image of herself in the lovely long satin nightgown which she'd bought herself in Bonwit's during a secret shopping trip she'd made into the city. It was creamy beige and showed every single curve she had, including the soft uplift of her well-shaped, rounded breasts with their tiny nipples protruding saucily and, when she turned around, the soft dimpling of her lightly quivering buttocks, smooth yet pleasantly supple.

Yes… it was still a very, very good figure, she reminded herself once more, even if the only person who got to appreciate it these days was her husband Brint! Instinctively, Fran struck a pose for her own benefit, remembering the cooing encouragement of the long-gone photographers. One of them especially would say such wicked things to her, things that made her respond exactly the way he wanted her to, and the pictures had turned out to be the best she'd ever taken. She still had them in her old portfolio and from time to time she took them out and looked at them. Sometimes, too, she would even think about the time that same photographer – Giuliano was his name – had gone farther than usual… much farther… and they had made long and passionate love right there on the floor amidst the tripods and the lights and the photo paper. God, it had been wonderful!

Fran still felt a twinge of guilt about it, even though thinking about it excited and pleased her so much that she could go through a whole day without getting depressed about the present boredom of her life. After all, she told herself, she had no reason to feel guilty. She'd been single at the time, even though she was already going out with Brint… Brint who was hounding her and pestering her to give up modeling!