And when she had finished the last page, Lynn was suddenly glad she had done it, because the events of that last horrible night with the TV executive reminded her clearly what a beast Agard really was and how right she had been to decide to leave him and marry a decent man. She ripped the final page into tiny shreds and threw them in the toilet, watching the fragments of her past life whirl around in circles as it disappeared down the drain.
But somehow when it was all over, the girl felt no particular sensation of relief. All the written evidence of her evil past destroyed, she walked back into the bedroom, still naked, and threw herself again on the bed, her long tapered legs slightly parted and her arms cast out on either side of her in the classical position of abandon.
The scene would have been an exciting one had there been someone there to enjoy it, for the position of her arms caused Lynn's heavy rounded breasts to protrude more than usual, standing up free and proud as she gazed at herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. Her mind still occupied with thoughts of the shame of her past life, her hands crept almost unnoticed down to her turgid little nipples, and without realizing what she was doing, the love starved young wife began to massage her own lushly ripened breasts, touching the rose-colored buds of her-nipples until they became hard and erect, and pointed at the ceiling like twin artillery pieces ready to fire. Even as the proper moralistic part of her brain began to tell her that this was ridiculous for a grown married woman, one of her hands stealthily left the soft mounds of her breasts, creeping slowly across the flat plane of her tautly smooth stomach into her moistly heated vaginal crevice.