Where It Will Hurt The Most

She put down the bread she was holding and stared at him. "I beg your pardon?"

“By what standards do you judge a prospective husband?”

She reached for her glass and drank as she pondered what to answer to his question. "He must be a decent and respectable man," she finally declared.

"Tall, dark and handsome, too?"

"Not necessarily." She shrugged again, causing her clothes to lift slightly and expose the beautiful curve of her breasts.

He wished he hadn’t seen that fascinating. "Rich and successful, is that so?"

“At least, he must earn enough to support us. When we have children, I want to be at home to take care of them.”

"If you had to choose just one quality of your ideal man, what would it be?"

"The one who knows how to love," she said dreamily, her brown eyes widened, and a sharp smile flashed on her lips. While outside, a strong wind was blowing on the pine trees. "I want love more than anythi