The Saga
It’s Friday night in Las Vegas, Nevada. The energy flows stronger than ever, while celebrities shine brighter than the casino lights.
Everyone is in town for an exclusive black tie affair on the strip’s premier hotel.
Paparazzi capture the moments that will immediately make their way in to the public eye. Meanwhile, celebrities sign autographs for the admiring fans.
A cherry red 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO pulls up to the front entrance. Everyone is eager to see who gets out of this immaculate, foreign machine. The anticipation grows stronger. Suddenly the doors open. Sitting on top of each other, two of the most gorgeous women you could ever imagine step out from the passenger side.
Spectators are in shock. They take deep breaths, anticipating the opening of the driver-side door.
As the crowd calms down, the driver gets out of the car. Whispers travel throughout the crowd; everyone wants to know who this tempting, irresistible man is, but no one can see his face. In a very calm, cool, and collective effort, he bypasses the long waiting line outside the hotel in pursuit of the front entrance.
Wearing jeans, driving slippers, and a solid white t-shirt, he is not hard to spot. Although he has made his way through the intrusive crowd, the man is still undefined, hidden by his dark, black sunglasses.
As the he walks toward the front entrance, escorted by his two gorgeous companions, he is stopped from gaining access by the head of security. This is not your typical security enforcer. She is a tall, dark haired, European woman with impeccable features. Perhaps she was once a top model. As every other woman on the scene, she cannot take her eyes off this man, and he can see it through the glare of her seductive light-green eyes.
Maintaining silence, the European woman envisions a very passionate moment with the gentleman, one that would be unforgettable. She longs for his kiss, imaging leaving traces of her sweet, red lipstick on him. Still not knowing who he is or his reason for being there, she pulls the rope back, allowing him and his dates to pass through. As they proceed, she pulls his arm, forcing him to turn towards her. The gentleman stares deep into her eyes as she softly bites the corner of her red lip. He then leans over and whispers into her ear. As he turns to walk away, he gives her a mischievous smile, leaving her mesmerized.
Mysteriously, the man was never seen again after that moment. People continue to fantasize about him, but still no one knows his story. Many questions have been asked. Who was that guy? Why were the paparazzi unable to identify him? Not following the proper dress code, how did he have access to such a prestigious event? Why wasn’t he asked to leave?
Several rumors are circulating as to what the man whispered to the European bombshell. The most interesting rumor that I heard was that he said “Look now, but kiss me later.”
There are some people who believe that this rumor is true and there are some who do not. In the end, what difference does it make? This is the lifestyle that some of us live, while others aspire to live it.
OemaTakorr
