The Substitute
Martin was on his way to Europe with his family, when I opportunity came up.
Mary looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall in her bedroom. Not bad, she thought while cupping her D-sized boobs. Since she never had children, they were still firm and round at forty-five. Her hands slid down over a flat tummy and down to her rounded hips. All those hours in the gym and the diets she followed had paid off. She was proud of her body. She got dressed, and as usual, it was conservative...
