"No, it's not snobbery. Anybody who has a sense of smell and taste can appreciate the difference between a bad wine and a good one. You don't have to ...oncern yourself with silly things like whether the grapes were picked before or after lunch on Tuesday. You merely determine how good the wine itself is." I poured a little in the bottom of the second glass and held it out to her. "Smell the bouquet first. Don't gulp it, sip it. Notice the different tastes and the fruitiness? It's fruity without. He then took a comb and parted it in themiddle. He used the brush to help gather his hair into two bunches abouthalf way between the top of his ears and the crown. This formed 2pigtails, which he secured with two blue elastics from Sarah' vanity. Hebrushed each pigtail producing a slight curl at the ends. He gently shookhis head - the pigtails tickled his ears.Now for some ribbons. He opened the vanity and draw and pulled out twomatching blue ribbons. He carefully tied these into a bow on. "You're probably right. But remember, Victor's already moved away. He's no longer in the picture. If it were up to me, I'd rather drop the whole thing. Inez's reputation is intact. In fact, some of her peers, and at least one of her professors, told her they admire the way she handled the situation. I'll mention it to Inez, but I'm sure she feels the same way about it as I do." What I didn't say was that my pre-knowledge gave us a degree of financial security that made any potential. I hear her sounding almost like she is purring. I feel his caressing fingers in my hair. I feel like a slut. I am a slut. I crave not only the product of their sex but fully please my master and mistress. I crave to please them in any way possible. I have given myself now to both of them … willingly, completely. I still hear that sound like purring. It is coming from me now.The next morning, I wake confused. Nothing is right. The neighborhood sounds are wrong … too quiet. The light in the room.