Chapter 58: Prince MarchessiI decided to drive the sky blue Lincoln to the county airstrip because it was flashier, expensive, and caused Rose Dublin to feel like a superstar. She climbed into the back and settled behind the driver’s seat.
I sat behind the steering wheel and we slowly drove out the long drive. She leaned forward, patted my right shoulder, and said, “The pool boy’s a very nice f**k toy for the summer, Robert. I do hope you take advantage of him before he leaves. Every man your age needs to slip into something as beautiful as Kent Tacoma.”
I looked into the rearview mirror, stunned by her comment, open-mouthed.
She started applying make-up to her cheeks, using a compact.
“I must say that I’m very proud of you. Your taste in men is remarkable. Kudos to you. I never though
