There are days when I definitely look in the mirror and go, "All right, I need to find a cream. " I can't foresee myself ever going under the knife, but then again, I'm only in my mid-thirties. Maybe it's different when you're in your mid-sixties.
Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?” Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. “It was like being owned. ” Some women like that. ” Not me. ” Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning. ” I doubt it. I couldn’t breathe with him kissing me. ” One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence. ” Right, and one day my prince might come. ” I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.