Karen toweled off her wet hair before swiping her hand across the foggy mirror. Once her reflection was visible through the arched streak, she leaned forward to examine her face. With her finger, she traced the frown lines between her eyebrows that were becoming more and more pronounced with each year that went by. Fine lines were starting to appear at the corners of her eyes and around the edges of her mouth, probably only noticeable to her, but disheartening nonetheless. Karen sighed. She was getting older.

She wrapped the towel around her head, leaving the rest of her naked body exposed, and walked back into the bedroom of her suite. Although the signs were prominent that her body was aging, mentally she felt younger than she had in years. Being with Will and away from the stress of her relationship with Stan had erased years of care and worry from her heart, even if it had only been three days. Maybe it was the fact that Will was a few years younger than her. Or maybe it was the fact that he made her feel like a teenager whenever they were together. She pondered this as she pulled on her thong, and then clasped her bra behind her.

Karen turned towards the folding doors of the closet, pulling them open to reveal two weeks' worth of her expensive, designer clothing.

Growing older couldn't be that bad, right? People were nicer to you. Everyone paid attention to you a little more, trying to get a piece of that wisdom you were now expected to possess. And she was only 42; it wasn't like she was ready for a nursing home. Her skin may have been losing its elasticity, but there was nothing else her age was restricting her from doing. Well, there was one thing.

She pulled her hand off of the Prada sweater she had been fingering and went to the chaise lounge across the room. She pulled her purse from where it had been carelessly strewn after her return that morning from Will's hotel, and unzipped it hurriedly. As her fingers fumbled around in her handbag, the towel that was wrapped around her hair began to slowly untwist itself. Impatient, she shook her head and let the towel fall to the floor, allowing herself to concentrate fully on the item in her bag she was looking for.

"Ah!" she cried, as her fingers found the thin business card she had been searching for. She pulled it out, dropping the purse back onto the cushions. Karen grabbed the towel that had fallen on the floor and draped it over her lap as she sat on the bed to examine the card.

Smith & Greydon Family Clinic

414 W. 12th St., New York, New York

555.6873

She frowned and studied the elegant font etched onto the cream-colored card. Her fingers traced its rectangular shape, pressing into each corner to feel its sharp pressure.

After several minutes of thinking, Karen scooted herself to the opposite side of the bed and picked up the phone. She dialed the numbers slowly and listened to the trilling of the rings on the other end, working to control her breathing.

"Hello, this is Karen Walker," she announced, after the receptionist picked up. "I was in a few weeks ago…yes, I had discussed having some of my eggs frozen with Dr. Greydon…I um - I would like to, uh, go ahead and set up an appointment to have the procedure done."

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Karen wrapped her arm around Will's as they strolled down the city street, taking licks off of their ice cream cones. It wasn't quite warm enough yet for ice cream, but Karen had been craving some so they had gone ahead and found a little corner shop where they each got two scoops.

Will looked down at their entwined arms and frowned at Karen.

"Honey, you know the best part about Paris?" she asked him, smiling. She didn't wait for him to answer. "Nobody knows me here," she told him, recognizing his concern in her display of affection.

"Well in that case," he said, leaning down to kiss her. Karen smiled and stopped them, throwing her arms around his neck and deepening their kiss. Her right foot slowly popped up as he pulled her closer.

"Hey hey hey, watch that ice cream," Will laughed, breaking their kiss to run a hand over the back of his neck, making sure she hadn't accidentally gotten any on him. Karen just rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, pulling him onward down the street.

They spent the rest of the day like that, taking in the sights and sounds of Paris in the spring. They went to all the major tourist spots; the Louvre, the top of the Eiffel Tower, the other museums. But the best part of their day was spent exploring the lesser-known parts of the city. Karen showed Will her favorite book stores and he pulled her into some amazing vintage shops.

From a park bench, Karen and Will watched the sun set that evening in silence. When Will pulled out a cigarette and lit it, Karen yanked it from his mouth and threw it on the ground. Before she had the chance to stomp it out, though, Will had grabbed her around the waist and picked her up in retaliation as she laughed and squealed. As soon as he set her down, she kicked off her heels and took off running. And so, as Will chased Karen around the green park, every once in awhile pinning her and kissing her fiercely, another one of their few days together came to an end.