The other night, my wife came home and announced, “I want to try something.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, handing her a martini — extra dry with barely any vermouth and a twist of lemon, just the way she likes it.
I was already excited, though I took care not to show it. I could tell by her cool voice and appraising air that the “something” would be rather special. Naomi can be very creative when the mood strikes her. Some might say that her creativity verges on sadism, but I say all the better.
“Remember that little incident the other night?” Naomi asked with a smile. That smile, let me tell you, can take your breath away. But my girl is breathtaking in general. I’m a sucker for dark hair, and Naomi’s is long, straight and midnight... Read more...