Her husband's sister's husband is a Marine. Not the big hulking muscle-bound carry you around, pin you high on the wall Marine of popular legend and fantasy, but still, a Marine, a lean, brainy, solid, kind of cutely gawky, almost bald, strong Marine. Her own husband of just over a year has already become content, and dare she say it, more than slightly fat. She feels bad thinking badly of him, is glad, sort of, that he feels comfortable and was, when she married him, slightly fat herself, which he never minded, because she was fun. Whether he knew how fun she really was, she was never sure. Maybe he didn't know that she was a slut. Maybe he didn't care that she was a slut. Maybe he liked that she was a slut, knew that he was not the only one fucking her while they were engaged, and got off on it. Maybe he thought wedding vows would change her. But wedding vows had transformed both of them, him getting fatter and more content, and her getting slimmer and more attractive, and no less in need of fucking, preferably by somebody more like the Marine. And so at dinner, seated next to her husband's older cousin, who she was flirting with just for practice, across from her husband's sister, and down a bit from the Marine, she started exclaiming, turkey in hand, how tasty her skin was. To which her husband's sister started arguing that her skin was probably tastier, and her husband's older cousin tried to hide a smirk in his wine glass.

After dinner, with almost everyone else, husband and husband's sister included, in the kitchen, older cousin watching football from one couch, the Marine watching football on the other couch in the darkened sunken den off the kitchen, she lies on her back on the ottoman at the end of the Marine's couch, her legs hanging off and spread wide, staring at the Marine, waiting for him to look back at her in her tight jeans and tight striped sweater with her curly blond hair bouncing on her shoulders, recognizing a kindred spirit in her older cousin who will be amused and turned on and not at all offended when the Marine glances over and she licks her lips with her legs spread wide and says "that was really good, but I'm not full yet,"