I’m attracted to older women. Young
women, like young wine, are fruity but unsophisticated. They may
quench my thirst or accompany a meal, but I’d never think of
opening a bottle at the end of a hard day just for the pleasure of
drinking it.
Sammie
Chalmers wasn’t really an exception to my rule. Though she'd been
only twenty years of age in her latest incarnation, she’d
aggregated around three thousand years inclusive of all her past
lives. Now she was dead and gone, at least from the present one. It
took me a couple of years to accept what had happened.
Maybe
that explains why I like my women to be older. After a few lifetimes,
you’re instinctively tired of going back to adolescent immaturity
and starting again, even if you can’t actually remember doing it
before.
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