When I was in college I dated a lovely, petite lady from an old southern family. Sybil and I really started getting pretty serious during the winter quarter of our freshman year, and she invited me to spend part of Christmas vacation at her parents’ home.

When we arrived, she took me on a brief tour of the splendid, rambling house. She then led me straight to her bedroom. We both wanted each other so much that few words were in order. When we entered her room, I stared for a long time at her massive Victorian bed. The frame was made of rosewood and the feather mattress was at least a foot thick, but what really caught my eye was the comforter. It was an old black satin eiderdown comforter that was incredibly plump and soft, like something from a European castle for a princess of yesteryear. Sybil knew that I have... Leer Más