April showered, dressed, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The silk dress clung to her body and the nylon stockings caressed her legs. Even as she stood over the stove cooking eggs, she felt very sexy.

“Wow, Mom! Are you wearing that dress to class?” her seventeen-year-old daughter June asked, walking into the kitchen for breakfast with her smartphone attached to her ears by earbuds.

June’s features resembled her father’s: black hair, green eyes. She was tall, with small breasts. Her father stood six feet; June was five-ten, four inches taller than her mother.

“I have a meeting with my lawyer before I go to court with your father this afternoon. I got a colleague to take both of my morning classes.” April said, placing a bowl of scrambled eggs on the table then sitting.

“When dad sees you in that dress, he’s going to realized what he’ll be missing,” June said, taking the seat in front of her mother. She removed her earbuds and placed the phone on the table. Even with her father’s looks, she was more attached to her mother.

“Your father has seen everything that is in this dress,” April responded without thinking.

She quickly looked up at her daughter. Their eyes met and they both laughed.

“May will be here tomorrow afternoon, and we can go shopping all day Saturday for some new outfits for you. At your age, you’re going to need a lot of honey to catch any flies.” June grinned, spooning eggs into her plate and grabbing three pancakes and several slices of bacon.

May was her twenty-one-year-old daughter, attending college out of state, at the school she and Tony had wanted to attend. She was tall like her father but had a head full of ash brown hair and hazel brown eyes like her mother. She’d also inherited her chest from her mother.

“We can spend Saturday at the spa and go to the mall, but I don’t need some teenager and her college sister to shop for me.” April shook her head and sipped from her glass of orange juice.

“You do, Mom. Yes, you do,” June said, with a big smile on her face. She reached to touch her mother’s hand. “You’ve been away from the dating scene for a very long time. And we know all the new tricks.”

“You do, huh?” April attempted to maintain a serious look on her face before she burst in to laughter.

She didn’t have a problem attracting men. Over the years many of her male students had looked at her in amorous ways. Several of her colleagues, male and female, had made passes toward her. She knew she was still an attractive and sexy woman, even after a year of doubting herself.

Yes, there had been men whom she fantasized about. For a woman, fantasizing was only foreplay; for a man it was a ‘to do’ list. She’d had a choice of whom to have sex with, and her choice had been Tony, her husband, for the twenty-one years of their marriage.