I recently attended a “preferred clients” party in Miami. There were lots of beautiful women, but one in particular caught my eye.

Her body was small and tight and she had a golden tan as though she spent hours on the beach. Her light-brown hair was long and wild. Her short dress looked as if someone had poured it over her. An exquisite string of pearls ringed her swanlike neck. She couldn’t have been more than 25.

As she was chatting with someone, she noticed me giving her the once-over. Abandoning the conversation, she came toward me. Watching her walk across the room was a treat in itself.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you staring at me,” she said.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I said. “I was just admiring... Read More