Interview With a Cougar

I met her quite by accident. Her name was Sue. A beautiful woman in her late forties, Sue wore self-confidence like a designer handbag. She had one of those too. Everything about her was perfect, flawlessly put together. It was easy to picture her at a casino in a short skirt, leaning against a craps table blowing on a fistful of dice. We connected immediately, or maybe it was after a couple glasses of wine, but before long, we were sharing secrets.

Our conversation turned to men. Sue was si...