Anna hated to see summer end. In a week or two there would be no more afternoons by the pool. Her boy toy from down the street would be going back to college in just a few days. Her tan lines would soon fade and along with them the lingering flavor of a young man’s spunk on the back of her tongue.

Anna sipped her coffee and sighed. “Well, there’s always skiing… and ski instructors,” she thought to herself as she smiled at her husband across the breakfast nook.