“Here we are in a situation approaching fantasy…in agreeing to a rendezvous, the two accomplices lead us to an unexpected pleasure garden…The scent is ravishing… the duo throb(s) with life.” What? No. I’m not reading a “novel” with Fabio on
It was 1:00 p.m. on a Tuesday, and I needed a designated driver. One of the benefits hazards of my job is that indulging shamelessly is a midday necessity from time to time. This week, I had an appointment with my friend, Elizabeth Gilgunn,