Marcus had never thought of himself as exceptional. At 62, divorced and semi-retired, most of his passions had shifted to gardening and grilling. But when Angela moved in next door—blonde, curvy, and full of sass—his quiet afternoons suddenly became a lot more interesting.
One evening, she asked if he could help fix her patio umbrella. A few tools, a few laughs… and somehow, she invited herself over for wine.
When she walked into his living room, she noticed it immediately. A massive, antique cigar humidor—carved wood, imposing, and oddly sensual.
Her eyes widened. “It’s too big,” she said with a teasing grin.
Marcus raised an eyebrow. “You sure you don’t want to try it?”
She hesitated. Then whispered, “Maybe just a little…”
An hour later, she wasn’t admiring cigars anymore. And when she leaned in close and whispered, “I still want more,” he realized—some things age like fine wine… and she was ready to taste every drop.