Beth Meyers was a very attractive woman. She had to be because she was married to Arnold Meyers, the mayor of Tweedy.
Of course, what made Beth Meyers very attractive was the way she kept her ugliness in check… or hidden… or disguised.
All trough her high-school days, when she was running round with pom-pom girls like Marina Hemlock, who was now married to the most popular boy in their senior class, Harrison Bussey, Beth kept herself in great shape.
Every guy would get a hard-on just looking at Beth when she was in high school. She was the second most popular girl in Tweedy High, class of '63. But, whereas everybody liked Marina Hemlock, the most popular girl in school, for her personality, they liked Beth because she was very attractive to with.
Of course, the reason Beth was so attractive in high school was because she worked hard at it. She worked so hard at being beautiful and attractive and sexy that not many people know how hard she worked; in fact, most people thought she was in such attractive shape because she had been God-blessed with an attractive figure.
But that was just a bunch of bullshit.
Bethel Sue Bottomly – as she was known back then in '63 – had a bullshitter's body.
The only reason she got straight A's in home economics was because she was so good at sewing, and the reason she was so good at sewing was because she could tear the guts out of foam-rubber pillows and put the foam rubber into the cups of her training bras to make her tits look more like pillows than peas.
And, when it came to places like the posterior, why Bethel Sue Bottomly was pretty nimble with a thimble there, too. She'd take some of the left-over foam rubber and sew them into the ass of her toreador pants, or her favorite suede caprice, and make her ass-cheeks look very cushiony.
And Bethel Sue Bottomly was very good at art, too, always getting straight A's in Mr. Merz's art class for doing the best color wheels. Yeah, she knew a lot about colon and which colors are complimentary and which colors are for night-time rides with her date Arnold Meyers.
She would sit for hours painting eyebrows where there were none. Creating blue shadows over her small beady eyes so that her dates and beaus would know when she was making eyes at them.
Lipsticks came in various colors and shades and tints, and Bethel knew all their names and what they could or couldn't do for her lips.
She liked whisper-red lipstick the best because it made her lips look very succulent – like she had been sucking pomegranates all day and her lips were stained red. But then again, anything that made her lips look like they were built for sucking than speaking was all right with Beth.
Because she knew that sucking lips were something that turned guys on. Which she liked to do very much.
But once all the makeup and lipstick and eyeshadow and foam-padded bars and false-assed capris were removed, Bethel Sue Bottomly was a very different person.
From top to bottom, or in other words, from head to toe, Beth became more the beast than the beauty when all the clothes and cosmetics were doffed and removed.
Her hair, in its natural state, could be red, or brown, or dirty blonde, all depending on the time of day and whether the sun was out in full, force.
Her eyes were beady small, as if God had thought that they would be the most insignificant things to put on baby Beth's face when he created her in his own image.
Her nose; well, there are noses and there are noses – just like a rose is arose is a rose. But Beth's nose, simply put, would be more aptly described as a snout than a nostril, something that a sow would have a better chance to breathe through than a human.
Her lips were two mere lines that people knew were there whenever she spoke. And when she spoke, the tone of her voice had a nasal quality. Which was probably because her nose was more suited for a hog than a human.
There were lots of good things to say about her titties – at least the boys she dated thought they were great-looking titties with those foam-rubber pads increasing her bust size from a thirty-two to a thirty-eight.
Another good thing about Beth's titties was that they didn't have any hair on them, or moles, nor were they disfigured or maimed.
Also, she had two nipples like any other girl. But what made her nipples unlike any other girl's was that they were inverted, and the only time they came erect was when somebody sucked on them; but then again, Beth wouldn't dare let any guy touch her titties let alone suck on them for fear they'd discover her foam-rubber falsies, so her nipples never did get erect.
Well, her nipples did get erect once. That was when she had tricked Arnold Meyers into thinking that he had married the mast attractive girl in the class of '63.
Naturally her nipples had come erect because most girls' nipples come erect when they're fucking and sucking their husbands, or their dates, or their fathers, or the neighbor's dog.
But the first time her nipples came erect was a week after she had married Arnold. It took a week for her nipples to become erect because Arnold had discovered on his wedding night that he had not married what he thought be was marrying.
What he thought he was marrying was a curvaceous chick with a sensuous face who turned him on to no end.
But, the end, there had been no turn on.
And now that was why Arnold Hubert Meyers was over Marina Bussey's place placing his beastly cock into her eager-beaver mouth.
And now that was why Bethel Sue Meyers was home alone getting her rocks off.
It was very unusual the way Beth got her rocks off.
Very unusual.
And very perverted.
At least some people would think that the way Beth got her rocks off was perverted, but then again most of those people were the types that would kick a three-legged dog while the poor pooch shit on their lawns.