Rebekah

“Marc, my coffee got a little tepid while we were talking,” Rebekah blurted, and then handed him her cup. “Take it to the kitchen and reheat it in the microwave.”
“Okay.” He dutifully took her coffee cup and headed towards the bedroom door.
“And make sure you don’t overheat it this time,” she yelled out as he was about to exit the room.
Marc turned around and nodded. “Okay,” he said once more.
“Tepid,” Rebekah said to herself.
A fitting word for both my coffee and my husband, she thought.
She got off the bed, and then took off her T-shirt and shorts. On her way to the bathroom to wash up, she stopped in front of the large full-length antique mahogany-framed hall mirror hanging on the bedroom wall. Wearing only black panties, she stood there, five feet, four-and-a half inches tall, with dark brown hair and grey-blue eyes, looking at and studying her reflection.
Nothing really special, she thought. She looked at her hair, and then her face. She no longer saw the reflection of the cute geeky college girl of ten years before. Even though others found her eyes captivating, and when she smiled, her smile was wickedly beautiful. Now, the barely noticeable asymmetry of her lips, in her view, stood as just one of her visage’s prominent imperfections, contributing to a self-image of no longer being attractive. The changes to her figure over the years more than reinforced that self-image. She had more curves now than she considered desirable.
However, it was the curve beneath her chin, the first curve she saw in the mirror each morning, that, in her view, contributed the most to her perceived lack of desirability. For after all, what desirable man would want a woman with a double chin? Though she considered it to be as such, it was not a double chin but just a slight amount of padding that gave her a noticeable submandibular, an under-the-chin, curve. She’d always had it, but now it was somewhat more conspicuous than in her college years. No wonder, she thought, it was so easy for Marc to give up on having sex with me. Now just a geeky woman with extra padding.
Marc walked back into the room with a cup of reheated coffee in hand and saw Rebekah standing in front of the mirror wearing only panties. His eyes immediately trained on her breasts.
“What is it?” she asked him, still gazing at her reflection.
He averted his eyes. “Here’s your coffee, Sweetheart,” he said as she continued to look at her reflection.
Without attempting to make eye contact with him, Rebekah took the cup from his hand, looked back at the mirror, and took a sip. “Thanks,” she said in a perfunctory way.
Marc just stood there watching her feet as she continued looking at herself.
“Yes?” She pressed her lips together.
“I was trying to ask you a question before,” Marc said.
Rebekah continued looking at her reflection. “Well…?” she asked in a challenging tone.
“I was going to ask you about your plans for—”
Rebekah looked at him, at last, and instantly cut him off. “I have to pee.”

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