Every year I throw a Halloween party. Judging from the number of return guests, the ghosts and goblins that come to my place must have a very good time. For me, last year’s party was the best one ever, all because of a woman named Denise.

Elegantly attired, she arrived dressed to distract. I, for one, could not keep my eyes off her; the intrigue was overwhelming, the mystery divine. The chase was on.

When I greeted her at the door, she introduced herself simply as “Darling Denise.” She stared directly into my eyes with a hypnotizing look, smiled a very controlled, almost defiant smile and strolled off into the crowd. I didn’t have the heart (or desire) to ask this beauty to identify herself so I could determine if she was on the guest list. It was a no brainer to let her stay, and boy, am I... Read More