Leila and I didn’t talk about long-range plans, but I suppose we expected to get married someday. Last year, in fact, I bought her an expensive watch as a kind of quasi-engagement present. But then we began to drift apart.

We live in different cities, and I found us speaking less often over the phone. When I visited, she and the woman with whom she shared an apartment seemed to spend an awful lot of time talking about the other men in their office. Especially one guy named Kenneth. I would ask about him, to see if there was something lurking there, but Leila always changed the subject.

I put up with this because I was still crazy about the woman. To see her, you’d know why. She’s tall, with wonderful long lines, firm breasts and exquisite legs. More than anything else, though, it’s her eyes... Read More