She gave her evenings to her husband, but her afternoons were hers to do as she pleased — She started with the delivery boy.
From the back:
SPRING SUMMER AUTUMN WINTER
PEGGY’S AFTERNOONS WERE ALWAYS HOT
Peggy’s husband couldn’t give her the two things she wanted most, the luxuries that only great wealth could buy and the sexual satisfac-tion that she craved as a sensual, hot-blooded woman. She used her afternoons to pursue these two greeds; but what started out as wanton matinees of romantic comedy ended in an evening of Greek tragedy.
Although this is a novel and all characters in it are fictitious, every large city in the United States has its “matinee tramps” who use their afternoons to prowl and play while husbands work and pay. This book is a truly shocking chronicle of our times.