I was a young woman, and he was an older and much wiser man. — At twenty-two, I fell in love with a man fourteen years my senior. He was everything I admired. Witty, incredibly smart, and older men love young women. He desired me 24/7, and I felt that. He bought me silk blouses and insisted I wear them with no bra. He was enchanted with my youth. And my young body, of course! He said, “Take my credit card and go get yourself some things.”