"Junie is your bitch. Pound your bitch. Do her hard!"Mr. White looked surprised, but he grabbed her hips and started slamming into her. "Pull my hair!... she moaned, and with another surprised look, Mr. White complied. As he pulled her back to him, he reached under her and squeezed a nipple."Harder," she moaned."Are you sure?" he asked. Clearly, this was not normal behavior for Mrs. White."Yes, hurt me!" she cried as he squeezed hard. "Make me your bitch!"Mrs. White was really getting into it,. Things were a little muddled, because I was sure I'd been dreaming ... something sexy. Something naughty. I remembered, as well, what I'd been doing before I fell asleep. Yes, Rissa.And then I figured it out. I knew why I was awake. I knew what was happening. It was that feeling again. That movement. That undulation. My God, she was at it again!My eyes were closed, but it was too dark to see much anyway. I leaned across and put my hand on her hip, just the way I used to, and the movement. There was a man behind the bar who told me dinner would not be served until eight. It was seven o’clock so I had to wait an hour. I asked if he had a Champagne from the village. He said yes. He opened the bottle and poured me a small amount for tasting. This is the Champagne that I now import.”“His name was Rene. I finished the bottle and ordered another. Then he told me that it was his Champagne. I asked if he had a Distributor in the UK. He said no. I stood up and shook his hand and said ‘I. It was about three metres by ten metres with shelves and racks of various wines, champagnes, Scotches, bourbons, specialty liquors, and even some choice beers Id never seen before. Getting a little exotic, I selected a bottle of Midori and an inappropriate brandy snifter (I wanted a big glass, see?) and poured myself a very generous helping of the chartreuse colored liquid. Smooth and sweet, the delectable inebriant tasted especially wonderful before lunch. Properly braced, I continued my tour.