Twenty

Alan stood by the mirror, getting ready for work. He put on his neck tie, and turn to his wife Lydia, who has been standing watching him with her both hands entangled.

Lydia is an ex modeler, with a killer body. She's slim, and curvy, her front and back too beautiful for any man to resist, except for one person who she had tried to seduce, but he turned her down. She has a yellow fair skin, with short bronze color hair, that stops her mid-neck.

Alan ignored her stare, and picked up his jacket, he put it on, and was about leaving their matrimonial room, but she quickly blocked him.

He sighs and turned to her, "Where are you going? You haven't told me what happened at the company yesterday, you came back and said nothing, I'm sure your father might have said something to offend you."

"There's nothing to tell, I have told you to stop worrying about things I can handle. And how many times will I ask you to stop getting involved in my family affairs?"

Lydia sigh, close the space between the