It worked primarily on seratonin, producing enhanced levels, which created sensations very similar to afterglow if inhaled for enough time. The second...effect was on the thrill-seeking part of the brain, making it as instantly addictive as crack-cocaine. Grey watched with satisfaction as Karen began to inhale more and more often as the conversation continued. He watched her complexion redden and knew that she was as relaxed as if she’d just slept with her favourite film star. Karen was. I put my head against her ear, and we lie like that for a long time. I start rubbing my hand on her arm, drawing tiny little circles at first, and then expanding my range to include her ribcage and eventually her stomach. I love every part of her that I touch.Her sweater stops short of the top of her jeans, and I trace the area of flesh around her bellybutton with my finger. Pretty soon, my hand starts it's way up underneath, inching higher. I look down to see her nipples standing out hard. (That is such a wonderful description, pity it has fallen into disuse!) Long luxurious lashes framed her sexy bedroom eyes.The girl's attractive face was oval with prominent cheekbones... hinting of her ancient native heritage, possibly Mayan or Aztec, she didn't know for certain. Like the women of that region, Tammy's waist was not wasp narrow. She wasn't chubby or even fluffy... the nude lady reclining before my camera was close coupled and lushly curvy. Her beaver bush was neatly trimmed to. When I took over for my dad, I had thought crafting wines was the biggest part of my job - how naïve.I had lunch at the Back Street Café. As usual, the crab cake and eggs with citrus beurre blanc was wonderful. The café was bustling with people, loud with the shouts of cooks in the kitchen and the clatter of plates. I found my thoughts wandering, thinking of the lady in blue. Eating here with her - sipping wine - laughing together. I shook my head. That was way premature. I didn't even know her.