Mary Beth's Adventures In & Out Of Marriage Ch. 1
Hello, Jeb. You sounded so depressed in your last letter that I finally had to write back. I am pleased to hear that you have discovered God, and that you have found it within yourself to ask for forgiveness! I think back to all those nights I laid awake beside you, praying for this very thing.
I look quite differently then you may remember. My face was always so puffy from your "love slaps". I don't have to wear all that thick makeup to hide the bruises any more. I threw out those big sunglasses, and even cut my hair short! I feel like I just woke up from a long sleep, and spring has just bloomed, sweet and fragrant once again!
I am ashamed to admit that for the longest time after you were locked away that I was still under your spell. Day by day I recovered though, with a lot of help from the Women's Haven. You probably remember Helen sitting next to me at the table during your trial. She has been a blessing, and helped me to feel good about myself again. More about her later!
I have a confession to make. I went through a period of feeling very hateful towards you. I know that's kind of silly, you being locked up and all! I decided to visit you in prison, without telling Helen. I knew she would try to talk me out of it. I got all "gussied" up, just to show what you've been missing! Remember that cute yellow sundress you would never let me wear out? Well baby, it fits better then ever! I even spent a day on the sewing machine making some minor "improvements!" The length was easy. I just hacked off an even twelve inches of material, and re-hemmed it.
I went an extra step though. Remember those big white buttons up the front? I got the idea to remove the bottom two. When I walked in front of the mirror, you could see flashes of heaven if I was at the right angle! I felt so devilish that I snipped off the third button, the one just below my crotch! I can't sit down, of course. The material just slips apart, clear up to what you used to call my "Honey-hole!" The neckline was a lot trickier though. It was the first really warm day of spring, and I had celebrated by fixing myself a big margarita (you remember how I love the salty rims?). I was feeling no pain when I went at the seams with my trusty scissors, let me tell you! I had intended to cut the neckline down to the second button, but silly me! I didn't leave enough material to make the hem! The second button had to go also, and I was able to make a clean seam level with the next one down.
I slipped the dress back on, and surveyed the results. I giggled when I remembered one of your pet phrases, "measure twice and cut once!" (Usually followed by a slap for something I did wrong). The dress was positively scandalous! I wonder if you would still make fun of me, if you could see the cleavage now revealed! Just then the doorbell rang, and I considered covering up with a sweater before answering it. Instead I just shrugged and bounced down the stairs to the front door. To give you an idea of just how low the neckline plunged, I had to hold my breasts as I ran down the stairs, just to keep them contained!
I peeked out the door to see who it was (you will be pleased to know that I am very careful, now that you aren't around to "protect" me). It was just our cute little paperboy, Tommy. You remember Tommy, don't you honey. He has that mop of unruly brown hair that always brings out my motherly instincts! I want to pull out a comb and fix it every time he comes around. Boy, did his eyes get big when I swung the door open! His jaw dropped wide open when he saw my boobs, I tell you! He tore his gaze up to my eyes, and blushed beet red when he saw my knowing grin. "My, you're turning into a big grown-up man aren't you Tommy!" I said.
"Is it collection time already?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe. "I kind of like left you'all alone for a spell, mam" he stammered. "Mom felt real bad for you. My boss Mr. Simms has been bugging me to collect though. I guess I'll be needin twenty-four dollars mam." I gave a small frown. "I may have to cancel my subscription for a while sweetie, till I can get my finances straight" (The whole town knows you're in jail by the way. Everyone I've seen since the trial tells me how sorry they feel, and what a piece of garbage you are!). Disappointment swept over his face, and he looked down at his feet. I felt so bad for him! "Come on in sweetie, and let me look. Maybe I have enough change laying around after all."
Now honey, don't you be getting all upset at me again! Tommy is such a sweet little boy, I guess it was innocent at first! I went right to our (now my!) hallway cabinet. Honest, I was just looking for change! I bent over and slid open the lower drawer, and felt a draft blow gently up under my skirt as the screen door shut behind him. You see I only had panties on under the skirt! You remember those lacy white ones I liked so much, don't you? As I looked in the drawer, I wondered just how high my skirt was riding (I hadn't checked since I altered the length!). Let me tell you, I felt just like a teenager with her first crush! My heart was hammerin' away in my chest. I was surprised at just how much danged fun this was! I bent over a little further for good measure, and felt my right boob slip clean out of my top as I fiddled in the back of the drawer!
Now you know what a prude I have always been (You being so jealous never helped!). Yet there I was, a thirty year-old respectable lady getting all hot and bothered by exposing herself to a teenager! Honestly, my knees were trembling and my palms were sweating, I just couldn't believe it. I pretended not to notice my boob, and moved up to the next drawer. I made sure to turn a little toward him, so that he would notice me swaying as I fished around for change. I looked back over my shoulder and asked "Are you in a hurry, Hon?"
