Lana LiGolli rushed around between the bedroom and the bathroom, alternately donning a piece of clothing than checking in the mirror to appraise herself.  Settling on a knee length black, straight skirt, she pulled the tags off a newly purchased purple blouse and slipped her arms through the sleeves.  The fabric felt cool and soft on her skin, the sleeves just reaching her elbows.  It was cut a trifle lower in the front than what one would normally see Lana wearing, but that was what she liked about it when she spied it on the store mannequin.  Slipping her feet into her 4” heels, making her approximately 5'10", she stood one last time in front of the mirror, happy with what she saw.<br/><br/>In her early 30s, Lana felt pretty good about how she looked.  Everything was staying in place, breasts high and still firm, a nice handful in a C cup, her ass ample, but pleasantly so.  Her brown hair loose, falling in waves down to her shoulders, resisting any grays.  Surveying her face, there was maybe just the start of wrinkles around her eyes, but nothing she was overly concerned about.  Applying a minimal amount of makeup, she gathered her purse and made her way down the stairs.<br/><br/>With all the fussing Lana was doing, one would think she was going to a job interview or some type of social function or another.  One would never guess by looking at her she was simply going to night school.  Lana would have never thought she’d be going back at her age, but Chris’ recent bad luck had given them no other options.  She needed to pursue her Master’s in order to add a zero or two to her income, and get them back on track, financially.<br/><br/>Lana wasn’t intimidated being an older adult in the class.  Professor Stonewell made everyone feel welcome and comfortable with everyone else.  The class was relatively small, so the amount of individual attention the Professor provided was in abundance.  It was that individual attention Lana was dressing for.<br/><br/>Being married only five years, Lana didn’t expect things to cool down quite so quickly, although she knew a good bit of that cooling off was caused by Chris’ bad luck as far as his employment.  It’s not that she was no longer attracted to her husband, well, maybe that was the smallest part of it, if she was honest. But it was also the vanilla sex in the bedroom that was unappealing.  If they had sex at all.  Any affection she received from her husband was more out of habit than out of love or passion.  Rarely was she complimented on her looks, or what she was wearing, if he noticed at all.<br/><br/>Professor Stonewell noticed.  He was quick to offer a compliment, be it on her hair, her outfit or her brains.  She wasn’t naïve enough to think he wasn’t as free with his compliments to others, but they still sounded pleasant to her ears.  Pleasant enough that she found herself taking a bit of extra time each class night getting ready.<br/><br/>As she made her way down the stairs, and into the kitchen, she saw her husband, enjoying the pasta she had cooked and herself enjoyed moments ago.  Blowing a kiss his way, she scooped up her books and prepared to go out the door.  “Glad you like it, Hon.  Don’t wait up, I’m not sure how long we’ll be in class tonight.  If you could put the leftovers away, I’d appreciate it.”<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>