Holly splashed cold water on her face, and in the light, she examined the woman in the mirror, whose face bore the marks of time.
Yet as a wife and mother, her skin was no longer smooth, and her figure not as graceful as when she was young, but Holly maintained herself quite well. She straightened her chest, feeling that she still had some allure.
"Dull man!"
Holly cursed softly.
Her husband Kant had many good qualities, but he was a bit too rigid. It was rare for her to boldly initiate an invitation to him, and yet this man!
"Could there be something wrong with his body..."
Shaking her head, Holly banished the frightening thought. Being a police officer was a high-risk job, and injuries could easily be sustained in the pursuit of criminals.
What one can't have only makes the heart itch more.
Holly patted her slightly flushed cheeks with cold water.
"You harlot," she teased herself softly.
