By Sandy Nichols

I am in England with one of my brothers and we are walking down a lonely country road, when off in the distance we see a car that turns out to be a white Rolls Royce and it stops to pick us up. We get into the back seat of the car, I on the right, my brother on the left. In between us sits a beautiful woman whom I can’t take my eyes off of, and I know that this will be the woman that I marry.