Living With a Gemini Woman

He never knew which woman she would be when she arrived. Angel or devil? Sexy siren or sad, morose, angry imp? Little girl lost? She was a Gemini, so there were other personalities, of course. She was mercury, sliding and slipping through her personas. One of the main reasons he loved her was her adventurous sides. Angel was sweet, tender, delicate, enthusiastic about everything. She had a laugh that curled his toes and the sides of his mouth. She was not as eager to play the games he liked, but that was okay. Devil aka sexy siren was something else. She wore a trench coat. He never knew if there would be something purple and silky or nothing at all, under that coat with its ugly eight buttons. Sexy siren put him through his paces, and he loved that! Tonight he suspected she was sad, angry imp. She came in frowning. He took a few steps back. He was a bit afraid of this one. The last time she’d been here, she had destroyed a mirror and a bookcase. Angry imp glared at him hard. He gasped. Then she took off her coat……