When the older woman took a seat on the other side of the chessboard, I had a strange moment of dislocation. Part of it, naturally, was that she wasn’t the tournament opponent I’d been expecting. But it was also that the woman looked like a seasoned but still beautiful film star. She had to-die-for cheekbones, full, lovely lips, and eyes that made me believe wishes can come true. She possessed a gorgeous figure, which was complemented by the tasteful yet enticing ensemble she wore. She also moved with the kind of grace typically seen on fashion runways — but without any of the pouty pretense.

“Hi,” she said. Even her voice had a husky sexiness — as if she didn’t have enough attributes already. She looked at my name tag and added, “Barry.”

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