Linda adjusted her head strap in the mirror. At 42, she still turned heads, and she knew it. Her husband, Greg, barely noticed anymore, slumped on the couch with a beer in hand, eyes glued to some mindless TV rerun. She grabbed her gym bag, slung it over her shoulder, and called out, "Honey, I’m going to the gym. I won’t be home soon—I’ve got a long session with my new personal trainer." Greg mumbled something incoherent, not even looking up. She smirked to herself. Good riddance to boredom... Join to get more of Linda