Stephanie wakes up alone, her husband away on business, and brushes out her long dark brown hair. Splashes water on her face, dull cheeks revitalized with the cold. Her hazel eyes become sharp and awake. She slips her satin nightgown down long, slender limbs and soft white skin, casting it aside. In the mirror she eyes herself, running her hands over her soft, supple breasts.

"Hmm.." she thinks to herself, cupping those same breasts, "I can see why he likes them."

The phone rings, jolting her out of her little reverie. She glides over to edge of the bed, gingerly brings the reciever to her ear, and waits. Naked, she crosses her lean legs, woven between eachother so you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

She waits.
The credit card goes through.

His breath is heavy when he says hello.
"Darlin', I've had a long night. All I want to think about are those sweet lips..."

She sighs, as though this is what she's been waiting for all her life, to hear those words spilled out through the cold reciever.