"Hi, Bobby it's me. I just wanted to call and see if you had thought about what we discussed when I was over there the other day," she said.I was hopi...g that she had forgotten about this and that it was just a passing idea. But apparently, it wasn't to her. "Yeah, I have some ideas. When can you come over so we can talk about this?" I asked."I can come over after dinner if that's okay?" she asked."That's fine. Come over about 7:00 tonight and we will talk more about this."Valerie must have been. "Excuse me" he adds as he places the basket and wine glasses, ignoring us as we continue to kiss. Uncorking the wine he lays the cork down next to my plate and pours us each a glass of wine."Are you ready to order yet, or should I give you more time?"Breaking off the kiss, I reply, "We'll both take the lobster along with two orders of snow crab legs on the side Gaston," I quip playfully."Soup or salad sir?" Salad's please Gaston." Potato or rice sir?" Hummm, I think we'll go with the rice on. Even if I’d completely blown it. Broken his trust. He deserved my honesty at least. Then maybe I could move on, and so could he. * * * * * I woke, groggy, out of a deeper sleep than I could remember having for quite some time. The kind that takes you about five minutes to climb out of just to remember what day it was. Eventually, it bubbled up in my brain. Friday. The day we would have gone down to the cottage together. If I hadn’t gone and fucked it all up. I crawled heavily from beneath the. She shivered. In anticipation?"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked, grinning. I pulled hercloser to me. She gasped. I looked into her uncertain eyes as I pulledher head closer and planted one on her lips, while running my hands overher stocking-clad thighs. We kissed for a few seconds. She whimpered,and then pushed me away."Mr. Winchester! I can't do this!" she said, after pushing me away andtrying in vain to pull her much too short dress over her thighs."Of course you can, sweetheart..