Stephanie Case knew what it was the second the cell phone rang. She laughed angrily to herself as the strains of his custom ringtone, Pink Floyd's "Money" slashed through their weekend. He would go of course. He always went.
Paul Case explained. Stephanie never heard a word. He should change his ringtone to "Leaving On A Jet Plane", she thought sarcastically.
As she left the beach in front of their condo, Stephanie saw his white Lexus leave. She looked at her watch. Two hours before the scheduled community cocktail party she and Paul were to have hosted. " Buck up Stephie girl", she thought to herself, "been here a thousand times!" She put the key in the door, entered, and headed to the bedroom. She stripped, and gazed at her naked body in the mirror, appraising. Short auburn hair crowned an oval face which was evenly proportioned and highlighted with green eyes. A slender neck flowed into narrow shoulders. Her 36d breasts were firm and perky, the areolae a soft brown, centered by pinker nipples. Her tummy was flat and swooped down to a tight pelvis. Her mons was clean shaven. Her vaginal gash was clearly defined by softly rippled outer lips, the top punctuated with the head of a prominent clitoris. Her legs were firm and long, her calves and thighs configured by years on tennis courts. Stephanie tilted her head sideways, shrugged and stepped into the shower.
Twenty minutes later Stephanie emerged from the bathroom and began to dress. After spritzing with body spray, she slid the maroon, lacy, french-cut panties up her legs and over her thighs enjoying their caress. She donned the matching bra, then walked to the closet and took out the cocktail dress she had picked out. Standing in front of the mirror, she lifted her arms, and dropped the twin spaghetti-strapped, burgundy velvet dress over her body. Stephanie sat down and buckled on the wine colored sandals completing her ensemble. Then she buried her face in the pillow and cried.