Snip and cut

  All was perfect in Martha's world.  At forty-five,  already a grandmother, she was glowing.
   A nice house in a quiet suberb, a man who loved her dearly, going on since their High School days.  Totally happy and content as she was working on her project for presentation at the sewing club in three weeks time.  Her confection was a tight fitting black dress suitable for a cocktail evening or dinner at their favorite  french restaurant, Chez Pierre.
   Tight fitting, she was using Anaconda Foil Knit, medium weight fabric with some spandex.   Also straps and just a bit of cleavage.  Enough to encourage stares from oogling men...and some women at the other tables, but not to drive dear Henry to distractions.
   Distractions.
   No.  She was imagining things.  Married for twenty years to a man who would never dare to look at another woman.   She had more than enough to cover his every want  and need, she reflected, as she looked at herself in the mirror.   Beautiful visage, long, long, reddish hair, full lips, full breasts on which hew loved to feast,,,,,and the other treasures.
   She was beautiful inside and out and she knew it.  But there was  this nagging feeling at the back of her head.  Henry worked later hours at the office.  Sometimes he also  had to invite suppliers or clients to dinner.  That was comprehensible. The airline industry  was a tough market and these were difficult times.
   But then the recent change of after shave lotion, Tiny bells started ringing in her mind.
    ''This is ridiculous'' she tought and yet she went online and checked some detective agencies. Deciding to pick  one at random, really, but the  name of Amanda Cole had an honest ring to it.
   It was but  a few days before the last meet of the season for the sewing club that she heard from miss Cole.  Her report was scathing.  Not only had her husband lunched with Lara McComb at Chez Pierre  before going on his present trip, but they had also spent a good deal of the afternoon at the Hilton High Park.
   She fumed.  It was a good thing that Henry was away and would not be back for another three days.  But she would not wait for explanations and denials.  She took her scisssors, went  upstairs, opened his closet and cut all his precious silk ties in half.
   On the appropriate day,  Martha drove to St Michael's church for the  sewing club meeting. The atmosphere was most cordial.  Air kisses all around, even between her and Lara who acted as if all was right with her world.  After some chit-chat the ladies went to their usual places and dressed their mannequins.
   Martha could not help but gaze in awe at Lara's creation which looked like something made especially for some theatrical production.
   A long robe of velvet, emerald green, gold buttons from top to bottom. high collar and frilly and very large white cuffs.
   It became evident to all that she would get the top prize, a small embroidery kit.
   ''So, Lara, as you don't mind being a home-wrecker with my cheating husband, perhaps you won't mind if I wreck your work'' and before anybody knew what was going on,  she took her pocket scissors and ripped through the front of the emerald green work.
   Shock and awe.
   Coffee was cancelled and before the situation could really degenarate, mrs Laundry, the lady in charge of the group managed to send everybody home.
   Easier said than done as imaginary knives  were being thrown between the two protagonists, Lara going for a low hit, insinuating that if Henry went looking outside of the house for a bit of action, maybe it was because he wasn't getting enough at home.
   Slash and cut.
   Finally separated, they each went their own way.  For the moment.
   As for Martha, disgusting pictures of the two of them in bed continued to invade her mind,  images of Lorena Bobbett and her reaction to her husband's treachery also surfaced.
   It would not be a happy return for Henry.