[jim914109]

The town I live in has a relatively wealthy population, with a disproportionate representation of men on their second marriages to relatively young "trophy wives". Example: Just a few months ago I stood on line in the pharmacy while the thirty-something behind me made an appointment for a "full-Brazilian" on her cell phone (I guess hubby likes it smooth). Anytime I'm walking down the main street in town I'm likely to see a late twenty or early thirty-something maneuvering a very young child about, usually into or out of a massive Lexus or Mercedes SUV.

We had some of the absolute best weather we could have this weekend (warm but not hot, not humid), so there was a lot of activity in town. I was in town to run a couple of errands, and as I was walking down the sidewalk toward where I had parked my car, I happened to glance up to see an amazing sight. There was a late-twenties trophy-wife mom in the process of strapping her one-year-old into her car seat; the difference this time was that the car was a low-slung sedan instead of the customary SUV, meaning that the TWM had to get down low to secure the child. This hottie was wearing yoga pants (the trophy-wife weekend uniform), and instead of bending at the waist, she had squatted down low to facilitate reaching into the car. The squat she was in had caused her yoga pants to ride down, exposing a full inch and a half of butt-crack in all its glory for me to enjoy. I couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted so badly to stop, pull out my cell phone and snap a pic, but I didn't dare do so - the local gendarmes are very aggressive; they overstepped their bounds in another situation where someone was legally taking photographs less than a year ago that got some publicity. But the picture of that exposed butt-crack is seared into my consciousness for me to recall at any moment. God bless trophy wives!