Miranda had been a fool when she was young, straight out of high school she had bumped into her now husband and his kids at a fair. He was so kind, she could not help but like him, and he knew just how to woo her. A year later she was his wife, and he had to work, she raised his 2 sons.. when he came home it was a whirlwind of passion and lust. It was about 4 years into her marriage when she realised that she was not loved.. he loved her body, loved her ability to raise his children, but he did not love her. She put on a brave face, afterall she had no life-skills, she could not get a job, she had no degree.. and then there was the kids. Though that had all changed now, both boys going to college interstate, her husband moving state to state for his job as the manager for some company. She was alone.

Miranda was a pretty woman, but most the time that was as far as the compliments went. Rarely described as sexy, or stunning, she was just a pretty woman. Standing at 5'6 she was average, maybe a little short, her slender body was natural, not from fitness or exercise. Her breasts were a C-cup, and still sat high on her body, still held their firmness. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she hated herself, but mostly because no-one had ever told her to do otherwise. Her hair was a natural red-brown, when sunlight caught it, it glistened proudly red, but in the dark one could never tell she was a red head.