Maria Montevo sighed as she stared at her reflection in the rearview mirror, resigned to the fact that despite the layers of ridiculously expensive make-up, the blueish black bruise that rode high on her left cheekbone, was unfortunately still noticeable. A fresh wave of contempt infused her already embittered mind as she replayed the previous nights sexual torment at the hands of her husband.  His crude and licentious games he was so fond of playing at her expense had taken a toll after so many years, changing her in ways she could never have anticipated.<br/><br/>An annoying and high pitched honk jerked her attention to the traffic in front of her.   " Yea,yea..I'm going...<em>jerk</em>" She proceeded through another couple intersections before getting stopped at yet another red light.   " Damn." she mumbled as she checked her Rolex.  Her frustration with the unusually heavy traffic fraying her already tense nerves even further.  She didn't want to be late for her meeting with Madam Star , especially  as her husband had given her only a limited amount of time to herself "for shopping and errands", leaving her with not a minute to waste.