Senorita Jo, welcome." When he came to me, he paused. Sean said, "Eduardo, may I present my finacée, Sheila. Sheila, this is the owner, Eduardo Garci... y Ortiz." Eduardo looked surprised. He bowed deeply, took my hand and kissed it, then he led us to our table. Already laid out were three places, a basket of bread and a carafe of rose wine. Sean poured wine for himself and Siobhan.I handed Sean my glass, showing an inch with my other thumb and forefinger. He obliged with a splash of wine.. I step onwards; walking through treacle like air, my heels catching in every crack of this crazy paving, the bones in my ankles rattling like die before the roll. My calves are jelly, my thighs liquid and with every step the weight of my burning desire causes them to buckle beneath me.I stop; breathless, panting, my tiny bosom heaving like some latter day Jane Austen heroine. I can taste his flesh in my mouth, smell his sex on my fingers, and see the wondrous image of his slender young cock. I wanted her to be with me, for us to be partners. But the sheer improbability kept my intellect battling with my emotions. “I don’t love you, Shania,” I began. “Yes, you do,” she interrupted. “God damn it!” I nearly shouted. “Stop it!” “Deny it, Eric,” she snapped out at me. “Deny it all you want. But, I can see it. I can feel it. I felt it when you kissed me. I felt it when you took my arm. You want to protect me, to take care of me. God damn it, yourself, Eric. Just fucking admit it, will. “I can stay a bit … coffee would be nice, thank you.” “Have a seat on the couch. I’ll be right there,” she said from the kitchen. I went into the living room and sat down. She followed with two cups of coffee, setting the cups down on the table in front of the couch and then sitting down next to me, sitting down so closely our thighs touched. I tried not to look nervous and started to make small talk but she interrupted. “I wore this just for you this morning. Do you like it?” She loosened the.