She stood up in the tub and looked with a critical eye the
wet body reflected in the mirror. She thought she looked so much
better than Venus on the Half Shell, but not quite as good as the thong
clad model on the cover of her muscle magazine. But then she
was twice the age of the model.
“Yes”, she thought to herself, “I’m twice her age but I have a few more
stories to tell.” The critical look was replaced with a wicked grin.
And a sweet score to settle...
She reached for a towel and began pat the moisture from her skin, still
smiling at the body reflected in the mirror.