TWISTED IN TIME – EXCERPTS
She was the most erotic lover he had ever been with. Grant would find himself just watching her walk around naked. She was so in touch with her body and soul; Ginger moved as gracefully as a cat. When she gazed into his eyes, the universe stopped.
He unfolded a tattered note from his pocket, which he read often. It was real. He finally knew the meaning of true love. He’d do anything for her. Tears filled his eyes. In all his thirty-four years of life, he never felt anything like her. He thought back to what his life once was—a bad marriage, a year and half in Vietnam, a rough childhood. And then he met her.
But where does this love story actually begin?
Ginger modeled each look for Grant, but she refused to pick one, noticing not a single item had a price tag attached.
“They all look perfect to me.”
“You’re the one who has to look at me tonight. Isn’t there one you favor?”
“Ginger, you look exquisite in every one. You pick, or they all come home with us.”
Frustrated and knowing he would do just that, Ginger pleaded, “Give me hint for a color at least then.”
“Fair enough. Green.”
“Thank you, dahling.” She winked at him and disappeared behind the
thick, purple velvet curtains of her dressing room.
The next two hours were overwhelming for Ginger. As a model, she catwalked on countless runways and appeared in dozens of magazines over her career, yet this entire event was just for her.
Grant was treating her like a princess.
“The problem with being too smart, Ginger, is that sometimes it
makes you melancholy.”
“I know the feeling.”
Ginger’s lips were just inches from his.
“Yet what really counts is simple. It can be right in front of your eyes, and regardless of how smart you are, it’s still unattainable.”
Looking deeply into each other’s eyes, Ginger didn’t respond, she
just soaked in his words.
He imagined reaching over and unwrapping her towel and pulling
her in for their first kiss. Instead, he straightened up, finished his vodka, and said, “Well, thank you for a great time. Sleep well.”
She whispered, “Good night, my sweet Grant.”
“I have always found Love to be intoxicating, like drowning in the finest wine. Trouble begins when you sober up from Her effect. You think it to be a mistake. At times, oui. She doesn’t care about why you are one with Her, all She wants is to be. You can want Her, but She must choose you. Perhaps She, Love, is meant to fulfill a cosmic design unknown to us. Madame, trust me, in Her truest form, She does not make mistakes.”
Ginger stared at him for a moment. “Armande, you speak of love like it is a living being.”
“Oui, I do. Only a woman knows where Love begins…in the soul. Do you see why I call Love a female? She is painfully beautiful.”
TWISTED IN TIME – REVIEWS
—Lindsey, MS, EdD – Fort Lauderdale, FL
—Barbara, Business Owner – Miami, FL
—Theda, Business Owner – Boulder, CO
—Edward, Third Year Law Student – Washington, D.C.
—Kimberly, CSR, CLR – San Diego, California
—Stacey, Homemaker – Chicago, Illinois