“God, you’re beautiful, Miriam,” Roger
Trenton said in hushed awe as he stood
near the lovely blonde woman. “You’re the
most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
“Nonsense,” Miriam Dodge softly giggled.
“I’m a thirty-four year old English teacher
past her prime. Flattery will get you
nowhere, Roger.”
“You know you’re every bit as youthful
looking as when you were twenty. Why, if I
didn’t know better, I’d say you could be my
son Mark’s older sister.”
The handsome, dark-haired man spoke
with genuine admiration in his voice as he
rapturously studied her magnificently-
proportioned body. She was sitting in a
relaxed position on a striped blanket, their
picnic lunch spread around her like an
offering, and her hand was slightly