But her husband, Carl, was crazy about her hair and, like most men, that was the first thing he noticed about her. But the men also paid rapt attention to her magnificently put together body as well. Curves no man could resist, she had been told more than once.

Ann smiled softly to herself as she thought about this in one flash of deja vu. Taking both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, she toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, imparting pleasant sensations into her swollen breasts and a matching tingle deep down in the center of her belly. She was not an over-sexed whore, but only a normal woman who had come to enjoy sexuality of late. Consequently, every morning when she awoke she seemed to be more aroused and anxious for her husband's fond attentions than ever before.

Not that Carl noticed. Indeed, lately he didn't seem to notice much of anything. And it showed. He'd lost weight from skipping lunches, or just grabbing a bite for dinner. He and his assistant, Dr. George Everett had just started an extensive research project under the auspices of the Medical Center where he and his colleague were studying the psychological causes of unnatural sexuality and the changing sociological patterns that resulted, always with an eye to the ideal zero population growth theory. To Ann, it sounded complicated as could be, with all those big words and demographical terms and gobbledygook that she didn't give a damn about hearing, although the sexual case histories were another matter entirely.

Ann patted her breasts and then pushed her hands up in back of her lengthy hair, and let it fall again. Her pretty head couldn't really get much interested in her professorial husband's affair. All she knew was that Carl just didn't seem to care much about being in bed with her very much these days.