Joe
Joe looked like a celebrity with his tousled shoulder-length brown hair and bright red shirt, but I joked to him that he was just an ordinary Joe to me.
I glided through the party by his side, introducing him to people as an excuse for being with Joe instead of my husband. Joe had me in thrall.
There was a sense of competition with my older sister, whose breasts were larger than mine. I was determined to get Joe, even though I was only a young girl.
He sure would be surprised when he discovered that I knew how to make love.
Outside on the street, I raised my arm to hail a cab, jesting that I had only to snap my fingers and men would come to me.
I knew there were women cabbies too, but I still thought it was a good joke.