“Turn left up here” “At the big Oak?” “Yeah, that’s it” she said with that youthful exuberance that drew him to her “can’t wait to show you the place.” “Can’t wait to see it, honey.” She looked at him lovingly as he navigated the turn. His chiseled features were what had attracted him to her all those years ago. And they never failed to turn her on. Long Street was lined with meticulously maintained Cape Cods with exceptionally well manicured lawns- the kind that often graced the covers of lawn and garden magazines. Most of them occupied by those who could ill afford their lavishness, living well beyond their means. Those houses, while nice on the outside with nice cars in their driveways, had very little in the way of furnishings inside. “It’s that one right” … Read entire article »