A husky laugh, a come-hither head toss--tumbly curls glossed her shoulders.
Fifty-something, drop-dead gorgeous, and whip-smart. At the Planned Parenthood luncheon, I briefly spun in her orbit, close enough to smell the wine on her breath...and, yes, to feel her body heat. She was aware of precisely that moment when I'd start holding my own breath as she wound up a story, and could hear me laugh at her punchlines, could feel my release. (I think she was aware of all of us in that way; stars of her stature always know the effect they have Read more