Having already established a destination she appears to be either on a path well traveled or on a mission to which a great deal of planning has taken place behind a record of repeated success. She too often knows what is coming, what to say, what to do, how to smile, how to touch. She is remarkably uncanny or he transparent, too open, too honest, or simply naive. The suffix in her last name is "ski" from an ethnicity stereo typically not known for brilliance, there can be only one other explanation for her ability to steal your head and confuse the heart. She is a Gypsy, a Rom; from a band of nomads who migrated into Western Europe (Poland) sometime during the 12^th century to escape the persecution emanating out of Mongolia.

Gypsies are notoriously cautious about sharing their secrets and love to cast nets of intrigue and create confusion upon the unsuspecting. Their very lifestyle depends upon such skills as preying upon the sympathy of others amd/or profiting from those whose lives have fallen into disarray. God only knows he falls deep within those parameters.

Will he fall or be over-powered? Will caution keep him one step back or will he permit himself to be saved? We are sure he does not yet know but he will weather his internal storm.

Gyspy is also retired.  And as near as I can tell she's enjoying our time together.  She calls me "her dream", but personally I hope I never wake up from the dream I'm living with her.  She is at the perfect time in her life and enjoys every second.