Let me tell you how I found my erotic destiny and realized Dolores was the only woman for me.

On one warm evening in June, we were running through the city streets, looking desperately for a free taxi.

“We’re going to be late,” I groaned.

“Stop whining,” Dolores told me sternly as she stepped to the curb to flag down a cab. One instantly swerved out of rush hour traffic and screeched to a halt before us. It was as if she’d summoned it out of thin air through the sheer force of her will.

Dolores pointed to the door and demanded, “Be a gentleman.” I hurriedly opened it for her. “You’ll be a lady soon enough,” she added wryly.

The truth behind her remark was partially hidden in the leather bag she had slung over her... Read More