I was so excited when I came across this image.
It catapulted me back to that one summer day many years ago when I was driving a Porsche, his Porsche, and his hand slowly crept up along my thigh.
I could not do anything.
I could hardly let go of the wheel so, I said:
“Yeah baby, a little bit higher.”
Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and didn’t utter a single word anymore for the rest of the journey.
He dropped me off at the village church and I never saw him again.
27 years old, blond blue-eyed and an only son of a wealthy factory owner.
No regrets though. Besides, I’m not into blond.