The image in the full length mirror would have thrilled any man (and more than a few women) to see, but it only made Topanga sigh.
The long dark hair flowing over flawless skin and covering a pair of large, firm, gravity defying breasts, capped with reddish-brown nipples, would have made many a masculine mouth (excuse the alliteration) salivate in anticipation of suckling on those delectable orbs. The flat stomach below those wondrous breasts (the end result of a frenzied bout of diet and exercise in preparation for her wedding) drew the eye naturally to a thin line of trimmed pubic hair, framed by womanly hips that led down to a set of firm, smooth, shapely legs.
In short, the vision of Topanga's nude body was a walking wet dream. But all Topanga saw in the mirror was disappointment.
Topanga had planned to be standing just like this in front of Cory on their wedding night.
Instead, reality had kicked in and made Topanga realize that, no matter how sincere and deep her feelings were for Cory, it was not enough. It would never be enough. Even love couldn't make a marriage last.
Topanga stared at her nude image in the mirror for a few more minutes before having her contemplation interrupted by a knock on her front door.
Topanga hurriedly put on her robe as she headed toward the front door. She didn't know who it was, but she really didn't want anyone's company right now. She just wanted to be alone in her misery.
When Topanga opened the door, there was no one there. Instead, there was a package wrapped in brown paper, with a card attached.
Topanga picked the package and card up, then went inside where she
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