The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
Jason and I were racing along in his bright red F430 Ferrari convertible.
Before I knew it we were off the turnpike and on a secondary road. The curvy macadam surface had recently been graveled. Jason prudently adjusted his speed downward. After three or four miles he slowed the Ferrari to a crawl and searched for something in the woods. A slight break in the forest appeared. He gently turned the auto into it. It was a well maintained gravel road. The Ferrari proceeded cautiously down the road for another few hundred yards. Jason turned off the motor.
I took a deep breath of the fresh air created by the dark green forest. An enjoyable sigh escaped my lungs.
“C’mon with me” he said. “If you think this forest air is refreshing you will really get a kick out of this.” It was a joy to find that Jason was cognizant of my feelings.