She finally brought her napkin to her lips and then placed it on the plate. My sweet torture was over. I was ready to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom for my main course. “That is the quietest that you’ve ever been. If you weren’t constantly staring at me, then I would have wondered if you had fallen asleep.” She rose slightly from her seat to grab the wine bottle in between us to refill her glass. Her full bosom almost coming out the top as she leaned forward. “Would you like some more?” I looked at my glass and realized that it was completely empty. I didn’t even know that I had taken a drink or two of it.
“Yes, I think that I would like to have something sweet to drink,” I tried to lay on some sort of charm. I stood on my chair and bumped my legs on the table hard enough that i
