‘It was on a moonlit night some five hundred years ago. When the warm wind blew across the Rock of Gibraltar and carried with it the scent of her passion. She was close, somewhere in this large gathering of the Romany tribes. I was roaming between the different camps of musicians’ and dancers when I saw Scarlet illuminated in the fire’s glow. She was moving to the flamenco playing, her luscious lean body swirling to the passionate rhythms while her eyes sparkled like flaming jewels in the night… and I purred at her soul’s proximity.’ 

As always a special thanks to that famous 1st gentleman of Nyack Mr. Mark Tucker.