Cupid's Irony
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George Whin hated his wife, but at the same time he loved her.
He couldn't stand it; couldn't explain it; he found it impossible to despise her for more than a few minutes. Her beautiful, curly red hair waved at him constantly, beckoning him to her in a way he couldn't explain and couldn't ignore. Her sensual lime green eyes always sparkled, no matter the lighting or the mood. They, too, pulled at him, like a magnet pulls on a paper clip or a lion pulls hungrily at a steak. Her fiery lips, though about average for a woman's, only seemed to accentuate her overall beauty, making her much more irresistible to George. Her body, her most attractive feature, was so curved, so pure, and so perfect, that he couldn't help but stare in awe at his wife as she walked, even after being married to her for the better part of twenty years, more than half their lives.
Right now, George's desire to be able to resist his wife was stronger than ever. He was standing in the doorway to their room in the back of their winter cabin, which was tucked away in the mountains of southwestern Alaska, and he was growing steadily impatient as his wife, as usual, took her time getting ready to go skiing. He had gotten into his ski gear in only a few minutes. So far, she had taken nearly a half hour and was still in the restroom, undoubtedly making herself harder for him to resist.
In his discontent, he tapped on the hollow oak door, making certain he did it just loud enough for her to hear.
Curse the Cupid and his meddling in my life, George thought miserably. He tapped a little louder.
"Stop that!" his wife ordered over the sound.
"Will you hurry it up in there, Maria?" George barked. He stopped tapping on the door and harrumphed. "I'm not getting any younger, you know, and neither are you."
"Oh come on, George, the snow will still be there. According to the news, it's not going to stop snowing until next week."
"If you're even finished getting ready by next week," George shot back. "And I trust weather people on the local news about as far as I can throw them. You know that."
She ignored him, humming a tune that was familiar to him, but one ...
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