Disgusting! Her husband was disgusting! Far too disgusting to be endured. Did John know that as soon as the estate was settled, Melissa was planning on divorcing him?

Yes, she would divorce him. He wasn't, after all, the man she had originally married, was he? He had gone off to war (to conflict? to whatever?), to fight for his country like his daddy, and granddaddy, and great-granddaddy, ad infinitum, had done. He had gone off and changed from a man to an animal.

Well, by God, Melissa was having very little of it! And if John wouldn't grant her a divorce under some civilized guise like incompatibility or irreconcilable differences, then Melissa was quite prepared to label John an adulterer and name the correspondents. Oh, yes, Melissa was quite aware that her husband had been out fucking on the side. And, she was glad of it, too. Let someone else go through the horror of John's pants, and grunts, and groans, and gasps, and… oh, but it was disgusting!

Melissa drew the brush through her long mane of tawny blonde hair, enjoying the pull against her scalp and the resulting tingle.

Reflected back from the vanity table mirror, although Melissa wouldn't have been likely to admit it, was a very beautiful young woman. Her hair, of course, was her best feature. It was honey-colored, lush, and had been cut to give a tousled, fly-away look that was exceptionally attractive. Her eyes were blue, set a trifle too far apart. Her eyelashes were long, almost brown now that they'd been cleared of blackening mascara. Her eyebrows were fine, evenly plucked lines. She had a good but quite ordinary nose; full, cupid's-bow mouth. She had high cheekbones.

Her long neck curved downward, opening up into the deep cleavage displayed by her robe-covered breasts.

Yes, Melissa was quite attractive. However, she had so long been made to look ugly in stiff unattractive school uniforms, in short-cropped hair, in ungainly shoes, And in virtually no makeup that she couldn't quite imagine she had blossomed into quite the woman she had.