Her underwear was equally antiquated. She stopped briefly before the full-length mirror on the wall to give her naked body a critical look. She had never been a vain person. She lacked the money to dress herself up, but she made a terse mental comment to herself that she looked good. The skin was creamy and flawless, with a slight olive tinge to it, her legs long and statuesque with firm,full thighs and beautifully turned calves. Her belly was flat, no baby growing there, yet her hips flaring perfectly. She did think her breasts were quite a bit too large, though they were round and firm to the point of being hard. The nipples, now relaxed and quiescent, grew to hard red points when Curt excited them with his mouth and the aureoles were a bright pink and the size of silver dollars. Turning sideways, she decided that her buttocks were a bit too big and round, though they were full and bouncy. She decided she would have get more exercise and spread less butter on her bread. She gave a quick brush with her fingertips to the sparse blond bush of her pubis and she felt the darts of pleasure striking into her womb at just that tiny touch. She moaned spontaneously and squeezed her thighs together to stop the spasms of need that shook her belly. It had just been too long since Curt had given her what in the first two months of their marriage she had come to need almost as much as the breath of life. She knew then that she had to get Curt straightened out and back in working order or that their marriage and her whole plan for life would come down around her ears.

Kim put on her best old underwear and her best old dress and her best old shoes. The person inside was the best young woman around, the purest and most beautiful, so she made up her face but lightly and took special care to have her hair perfect. She smoothed any creases out of her blue dress and slung her purse over her shoulder.

Half an hour and a bus ride later she was sitting in the waiting room outside the office of Ike Harvey of Manson amp; Harvey International. Harriett, the secretary, announced her over the intercom and Mr. Harvey's gruff-sounding voice came back asking if it was important, did she have an appointment.