Ever since the day I got a voice mail and met up with a slightly older woman at Riverbank Park, the title of 'my girl' has been reserved."

"So you like older women?"

He lifted his hand and gave his bedroom door a solid push. A soft snick told me it had closed behind me.

"I like you. And I see now that I should have cleared that up a long time ago.

Autore: Myra McEntire