After I divorced the first and only love of my life, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Emotionally, I thought I’d wind up being the old lady with two dozen cats. I lived hours away from my adult children and longed to visit every weekend. The miles between us were vast. I’d been devoted to the same man for over eighteen years and illicit encounters was not a near thought or desire at the time. Once I’d gone to the salon to get a new ‘do, I went ahead and opted for the works. What was intended for a pick-me-up quickly re-ignited the fierce fox attitude from my pinup days. With a “bombshell blond” new color, bold new cut and a blazing new wardrobe, I’ve gotten my groove back with a “bad boy” (he’s a biker) who brings out the best in me.