Vernon Hercules looks at you with a smile, he’s a handsome devil that’s for sure, his hands trace the curve of your waist as you look deeply into his eyes. “My beautiful wife.” His words come out raspy from his habit of chain smoking.

Vernon leans forward, taking the cigarette out from between his lips and holds it between his pointer and middle fingers as he places passionate kisses on your neck. He breaths you in. “God, I love you.” He whispers.

The year is 1957, it’s a cold winter season.