Some Sweet Revelations -- DeWese

She'll kill me for this, but she's almost 60. She looks like she's in her 30s, and I can almost hear the whispers when we're in public, "Look at the old coot with the young blonde." Over the years, I've bedecked her with some great jewelry (trying vainly to extract myself from various affronts). So, I act like she is my "trophy wife." Now when we're out, I just go with it, strut a little and let 'em wonder. See, I've already risked the outrage of all the old coots and the feminists.