Chapter 2

The alarm was beeping repetitively in the most obnoxious pitch. Rolling over I smacked it into silence while relishing the last bit of comfortable warmth. Since I was more of a morning person John was still sleeping soundly beside me. Slipping from the cozy warmth and comfort I padded in my sleep shirt around the bed to the door. Before exiting I did my morning ritual, two kisses on my husband's sleeping temples singing a silly little song.

"Gray hair, gray hair, come back when he doesn't care."

It was a circular trip to the shower, first a brief stop to potty then into the kitchen to start the coffee, back to the steaming shower. John was the one that always sung in the shower while I preferred to enjoy the quiet sounds of water hitting tile. Washing my shoulder length mousey brown hair and leaving conditioner in I turned to shaving my legs. Why is it that every other day one must shave to avoid looking like an ape? As the razor moved easily I pondered the hair follicles. They did not even really serve much purpose in this day and age; really they should just die off. Next I turned my razor to my underarms and thought the same thing with each swish of the pink bladed plastic.

Rinsing off I realized my arms were not even tired from the work out yesterday. Looking at my right bicep I flexed it and was shocked to see the skin move and tighten. Perhaps all I needed to do was stick with it and I could change. Hidden inside me was an attractive woman who could make her husband interested in her. I could feel her tapping on my skin, trying to break out. While I dried off I vowed to do just that.