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turned up
the radio.  Her favorite song Adore by Prince was playing and getting her in
the mood for a wonderful night with Mario Infante.
    *****
    Mario stood in the walk-in closet deciding on what to
wear.  Dining at Taylor’s house would not require him to wear a suit but to be
casual.  He chose a pair of black dress trousers and a wide pinstriped black
and white polo shirt.
    Laying the clothes on the bed, he went to the dresser and
got socks and underwear, throwing them on the bed.   Checking his body over, he
flexed letting his broad muscles expand.
    He kept fit by exercising and eating right.  On special
occasions, he would treat himself to a hearty meal but not often.  He was forty
and every ounce he gained would show up somewhere on his body if he didn’t keep
fit.  Checking the soft black patch of hair centering his chest, he looked for
any gray; there was none.  There were no sprinkles of gray peppering his head
either.
    He harbored good genes.  His parents were alive, healthy,
and both were over the age of seventy.  His two brothers and three sisters were
also healthy and lived productive lives in Miami.  Besides them, he had a host
of relatives in Puerto Rico that he called often and visited when he could. 
He’d planned to ask Taylor to join him on his next visit to meet his parents. 
He had a feeling Taylor would be the last stop in his journey for love.  She
fits well with him, and he was smitten with her.
    He got his attention back on track.  Splashing a little
Burberry between the palms of his hands, he rubbed his hands around his neck,
down his chest, then across his flat stomach to give off a light scent of the
cologne.  Removing the towel from around his waist, life sprang forth.
    He groaned shaking his head.  His sex life has been
non-existent for months.  The women he’d been meeting were only after one
thing—his money.  He was wealthy and had the possessions to prove it.  He owned
his three-bedroom split-level home, drove an expensive car, and always dressed
to impress.  He didn’t think twice when he treated women to expensive dinners
or purchased nice gifts for birthdays or other special occasions, but he
refused to be a sugar daddy for sex.  He chose he would wait for the right
woman to come along before he was caught in a situation with his pants down.
    Mario searched for something depressing to deflate the
attention of his soldier; he couldn’t think of anything because Taylor was the
only thing on his mind.  She had been running through his mind since getting
home from work.  Get it together, or it will be a long night .
    He went to the bed getting the black boxer briefs pulling
them over his athletic hips snapping the waistband.  Next, he put on the silk
Armani socks.   Pulling up the trousers, he checked for wrinkles before putting
on the polo.  In the closet, he selected a pair of Gucci leather loafers, a
diamond stud earring for his left ear, and his newest purchase, the Louis
Vuitton Tambour Chronograph Voyagez II Watch.
    Checking his image in the full-length mirror, he smoothed
his hair with his hands. Popping his collar, he smiled.  “Looking good, baby,”
he said taking his wallet off the dresser and exiting the bedroom.
    Whistling an unnamed tune, he reached the front door; a
rumbling of thunder shook the foundation of the house.  “Ah, a replenishing
rain,” he said grabbing an umbrella from the stand next to the door.  No
thunderstorm was going to ruin his evening with Taylor James.
    *****
    Taylor dressed the dining room table with tall red
candles, fresh red roses, and red plates with silver chargers underneath.  She
wasn’t Martha Stewart but the table, to her, looked magazine perfect.  The
lights fluttered on and off as she returned to the kitchen to check on the
food.  “Darn it, the power better not go off now,” she fumed.
    Turning down the oven so the chicken wouldn’t burn she
prepared a light appetizer of olives, grapes, aged