Introduced at a wedding, we smiled, and talked, and then flirted like we were youngsters. As the reception ended, I invited her out, where we laughed, and talked, and then kissed. She invited me to her place, where we talked, and kissed, and slowly our clothes fell off. She posed and paused just before she pushed down her panties.

“Promise you won't laugh,” she teased. “My ex-husband, Peter, was particular about the one thing he would eat. I tried to entice him, but even this failed.”

Her falling panties revealed a curved tattoo. “Taste my pumpkin?” she pleaded.