Copyright 1993, by F.Copyright 1993, by F. S. Yressu Linda Stevens sighed in disgust. Another lousy weekday afternoon with nothing to do. She stared into her bathroom mirror and saw a reasonably attractive 39 year old woman staring back. Not bad, she thought to herself, a few wrinkles around the eyes and a few gray hairs, but otherwise I look fine. I wonder if I should dye my hair to hide the gray. No, she thought, it would just look fake and besides her brownish-blonde shade blended well with the occasional gray hair and it didn't look bad at all. As she continued to towel herself off from the shower she had just emerged from, she glanced at herself in the full length mirror attached to the back of the door. I guess I still have a pretty decent figure for an old lady she thought to herself humorously. Linda had never been a beauty queen, but neither was she a woman any ordinary man would not take notice of. Her breasts were neither too large nor too small, though, as of the last few years they had begun to sag just a bit. She was mid-height, standing about 5 foot 6 inches tall. Her waist was not fashion model thin, but was still reasonably thin. She certainly didn't look like she had borne two children. Although, she thought to herself, there are stretch marks if you look closely. |