"I put my hand atop hers. "Maybe you should leave, let him have it until this is over." Never," she said, pulling her hand away. "Never!" She obviousl... meant it.We heard feet on the front porch and then someone banged the knocker on the wide front door. She looked out without moving the curtain. "It's him," she said, turning to face me, her mouth a very thin line. "There are two Redcoats with him and a pair of Germans headed for the back door, big ones." Is it locked?" I asked, checking my. Had a man used that line, I'd have picked up my purse and walked out. But this was a woman, and a beautiful woman. Where I was perky blonde American Beauty cheerleader, she was exotic Like Water for Chocolate sensual. Ebony hair, tanned skin, chocolate brown eyes, and a voice that reached between my thighs and did very pleasurable things to my insides.So, I threw aside the Iowa small-town reservations, and I went. And her voice wasn't the only thing that did pleasurable things to my insides.Her. I don't know how many people were squeezed into the house, but itmust have been close to a hundred. There was a bar set up in onecorner, and Joanne asked me if I wanted something to drink. WhenI said, "Sure, I'll make us something," she laughed and said,"Did you forget, I'm the guy tonight. I'll get you something." She returned in a minute with a frothy, pink drink which shehanded me, and a scotch on the rocks for herself. "We have tokeep to our roles, dear," she said, "I hope you'll like. I took him to this really nice Italian restaurant just on the other side of the river. The conversation started out alright, but quickly got boring. He was a nice guy, but I didn’t really see it going anywhere.We eventually made it back to his place. He really seemed into me though and wanted me to come up to his apartment. Even though I knew there wouldn’t be a second date, I was horny, and he wasn’t bad looking. So I agreed and went up with him in the hope I’d at least get some action. Who.