“Fine,” she muttered, brushing past him toward the door. “This body’s useless.”

“Not useless,infidelity ” he said, standing and flexing his abs now, the six-pack rippling. But these–” he tugged at the pantyhose, the torn crotch gaping, “–are staying. He pulled the leggings up over them, the sheer nude fabric peeking out at the waistband, a defiant layer beneath.