Whatever it was that happened between them had clearly used up what little store of energy he had left.So, for the next three hours she had to work th...t much harder since she had spent nearly an hour with Gregg. Taking another sip of her tea, she was glad for the break. Free from her duties for a little while, her mind was free to go over events.She knew she was pretty. When she finally blossomed at age 15, she had a steady stream of boyfriends, some serious, some fleeting. She had mastered the. ‘You’ll see.’ Carlos replied, ‘trust me.’ I hesitated, the hem of my dress reached only tomid-thigh and the wind here on the Atlantic coast could get wicked. The last thing I wanted was to flash everybody in the village. But on the other hand I could not resist the look in Carlos’s dark eyes. He really wanted me to trust him. By the time we reached the beach, all but deserted by holiday makers at this hour of the day, I was a nervous wreck, but as soon as we were more or less out of sight of. After a great supper and a piece of pie, I poured some grappa for the two men. They sipped the liquor and George commented, "You sell this to that restaurant too, don't you? The man up there couldn't sing your praises any better, but also told us that he had a secret vintner who made him some exclusive product." Thanks, that's a hell of a compliment. Hopefully, I'll have more grapes this year and the wine will be just as good. I hope so."The road guys knew the deal, so the dishes were quickly. Why was she apologizing? I was the one who went off without telling her where I was going, without calling at any time, without asking for permission to stay out all night."No, Mom. Please don't. I'M sorry. It's my fault." I felt my eyes begin to sting as tears threatened. I hated crying. Always left my eyes red and burning and my nose a stuffy, snotty mess.Finally, she pushed me to arms length. "Let me look at you. Are you OK?" She began a very motherly inspection of my physique, starting with.