Sharon
SHARON by Leigh DeSantaFe David Hausman sat in the bathtub in a soaking stupor, clouds of dissipating suds popping softly around his knees. His mind wandered out to the bedroom where he had laid out his clothes for the evening. He was fixated on the shiny new French maid's outfit with tulle petticoats that he received at his P.O. box two weeks before. It had remained virginal for those two tremulous weeks because of scheduling conflicts. His second wife, Sharon, though...