She examined my make-up and touched it up every so lovely.When she stepped away from in front of me, I examined myself in themirror.I was a lovely, ma...ure woman. I looked to be in my late 30s. I wasenraptured and I could feel myself getting hard again."Plenty of time for that later," my wife said with a wicked little grin."Let's go." I still don't think I can pull this off." Well, do you want to?" she pouted."I love to. I really would. But I don't carry myself like a woman." Nowthe truth was I. I still think Troy would lose his mind, even after all these years, despite the fact that he fathered a child out of wedlock. Most men can’t forgive that. It’s a blood insult because someone touched their woman.”“They aren’t property, Al!”“You know that. I know that. And I suspect most of your friends do. Tell that to a Texan in 1960. Hell, tell that to a Texan NOW; or anyone in the Bible Belt! That kind of thing makes Sicilian vendettas look like a game of checkers. I know I’m probably probing. ”We giggled quietly for a bit.We added little comments about ways I could be a scary aunt and giggled some more. Then, almost between one giggle and the next, Tara was asleep. I stopped giggling and lay there. Even though I’d been laughing, it was kind of depressing to think that we might have been describing my life. It was nice that Tara was prepared to stick with me and look after me but I hated the idea that I would need so much looking after. I lay there, for some unknown amount of time,. Apart from her 'prize assets' as she refers to them, she is otherwise quite unremarkable to look at. When she opens her mouth though, the world melts and you're transported away to a magical kingdom. She has an Irish accent. I die for Irish accents. Call them my weakness if you like, but when I hear the sweeping tones of a young Irish female, my heart skips a beat and standing up suddenly becomes an effort. Work definitely has its perks sometimes. As she retrieves her ticket, I give her a wave.