Top of the Blog: BIG MOUTHFULS Revving the engine as we pulled out of the garage I marveled at the power and handling of the car. At the end of her driveway I paused to gaze at her. Tilting her head up with a hand on her chin I kissed her with a kiss that could leave no doubt that it was her and not the car or her fortune I wanted. Sometimes I thought about how much easier things might have been if she was a working class woman and nothing to offer but her body and her company. But working class women didn't hire gardeners so I guess everything happened for a reason. She knew my feelings for her were pure and that's all that mattered. If there came a day when others learned of our relationship then let them think what they wanted. I would have been more than happy to endure a lifetime of whispers over my reasons for being with her if it was spent at her side.
