Mr. Rentz, however, seemed somewhat disappointed when he offered me a glass of Chenin Blanc ($120 per bottle) from a Northern California vineyard that...would have cost $12 at Fred Meyer. Of course, the menu I had didn’t have prices on it, but I looked last night when I ate alone. The Dom here is $750 a bottle. Unbelievable.“So, Miss Finn,” he said, “from where do you hail.” He’s as pretentious as the menu.“Chatham, Mass,” I answered. “How about you?”“Seattle,” he answered. I told you he wasn’t. When I got back to the house, I briefed Jeannie on my meeting and I could see the look of concern on her face. She immediately suggested I contact Charlie and let her know the content of the meeting. Jeannie said she sounded very interested in the process and was anxious to hear what was going on. I called her and left a message on her answering machine.It was too early to call Vannie, but I was going to make sure she knew what was going on as well. If it came to pass that we married, she would. He brought in my luggage. I was in the master bedroom and getting ready for my shower. I stepped under the sluicing water and just felt the tension of the day drain from my body. I was standing there with my eyes closed and I felt a rush of cool air as the shower door opened and my lover joined me. He turned me around and kissed me deeply, our tongues mating with each other, in a premonition of what was to come. He reached down and separated my pussy lips and found my clit. He rubbed and. It can be a bit complicated.”It took about fifteen minutes to put on my black and gray kimono, which included a «nagajuban», a soft undergarment, a «fundoshi», which served as briefs, a «hakama», a kind of pleated skirt tied with an «obi», and a «haori» jacket. There was no mirror available, but if I had to guess I looked like the stylized Samurai portrayed in the West, minus the sword. Once Hiroshi was satisfied, we left the cottage to head for the house.“May I ask what may seem to be a rude.