<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/dc06f51d0f4b82c2fc84da912f5830db/tumblr_mpbl15H9XE1s8lgbgo1_500.jpg)</div><br/>When Natalie heard someone speak to her, she looked up and wiped her eyes. She hated looking so pathetic, so she straightened herself and put on a small smile. Her red lips took another sip of Bailey's, and her large blue eyes looked up at him through thick lashes. Red curls framed her face prettily, and her cleavage could be seen...as well as her petite, but hourglass curves. She had D-cup breasts. Not too big, not too small.<br/><br/>"Sorry. I guess I look a mess."<br/><br/>That's when she noticed the man. He looked...very good. Handsome, strong and he smelled nice. She found herself drawn to him. However, if a man like her husband didn't find her attractive, then she didn't have a chance with this guy.<br/><br/>"I suppose I'm celebrating the end of my sex life. Or the funeral of my husband's interest in me."<br/><br/>She blushed.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry. That was too much information. I guess I don't handle my alcohol well..."<br/>