Old magazine

The next picture caused her to gasp loudly. A left hand was holding a cock, which was pointed stiffly in front of a face. A pearl of come was shooting out from the head. Some had already splattered on the mask and there were several splotches on the cheeks and nose. She never remembered ever wearing that mask again and certainly not for that. Something didn’t seem right. The wedding ring she saw on the finger was George’s but the woman’s lips were too full, the chin too thin, and the eyes way too light. Hers were a dark brown.