Perfect in the
End
by Bill Tope
Clad in a red,
one-piece $1,000 swimsuit, the thirtyish woman
leisurely rubbed tanning oil into her already
bronzed skin. First up and down her arms, then
deeply Into her shoulder muscles and finally down
lightly, over her hands. A gold band
gleamed off the ring finger of her left hand.
Next, she
tightened her stomach muscles and rapidly
performed exactly five hundred intense abdominal
crunches. Sweat beaded on her tan brow and
dripped off onto the colorful blanket on which
she lay. Her fiery red hair was slightly
darkened with her perspiration.
Then, taking
up a pair of enameled 20 Pound dumbbells, she put
herself through her paces, doing curls, shoulder
presses and, holding the weights with
outstretched arms, she swung first to the left
and then to the right, working up a terrific
sweat.
At last, her
routine over and her perfect, fit, sexy body at
rest, she took several deep breaths, then toweled
off the perspiration. Reaching into her
leather handbag, the woman pulled out a pack of
unfiltered cigarettes, then turned up a lighter.
Her husband,
clad in a pair of swimming trunks and with a
towel hung round his neck, chose that moment to
appear. He surveyed her critically, but she
appeared to take no notice. Placing the cigarette
between her perfect lips, she flicked the lighter,
applied the flame, then closed the Zippo with a
loud snap.
"Jesus
Christ," intoned the man in a concerned
voice. "Don't you care at all what you're
doing to your body? I'm going To be
attending your funeral one of these days!"
She inhaled deeply, held the smoke In her lungs
for a long time, then expelled a perfect ring of
smoke. "Yes," she said huskily,
smiling and revealing perfect white teeth, "But
in the end, I'll Make a beautiful corpse!"
He frowned. She added, "don't you
think?"
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