I love you, Althea—you are so beautiful,” murmured the young man into my ear.Well, I was willing enough. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. “I love you too,” I confessed. I averted my gaze and added privately, “You are so rich.”Unfortunately, I apparently said this aloud, if just barely, and his hearing was sharper than one would expect, given his other attributes.
Patrice Kindl
althea, love, rich