Double Bang
Plunging into his wife, Audrey, for the second time that night should have been easy for Norman. At 42 years of age, he was a slightly balding, but lean advertising executive. His chest and stomach were firm but not muscular. He knew his appearance was unexceptional. It was in performance that he exceled. Norman prided himself on his double bangs. With his wife’s legs spread before him, Norman poised over her savoring the moment. He knew everything about his wife. It was like surveying the instrument panel of his BMW. Audrey was wet. She was laying straight on her back with her legs splayed. Her long black hair was cascading in disarray around her head. A light sheen of perspiration gleamed from her forehead. Her breasts thrust up from her chest like coned-shaped headlights with …