This is a story about trophies. Trophies of sexual conquest, but the irony is that were no trophies from the conquests he felt the most for. Daniel was in his 60's, retired, wealthy and alone. He was a successful property developer, with a love for women. He had made love to many but truly loved only one. His passion for women extended way beyond just admiring them from near and afar. Then there was Natalie. She was educated, elegant, wealthy and alone. She had only ever truly loved one man. And he was still alive. Where there was love there was hope. He was a shrewd businessman, but a coward when confronted by attractive women. Yet somehow, he still believed in fairy tales and happy endings.