I feasted my eyes on her as she moved with natural grace... and she sensed it, hating me for it. I think she hated me for fucking her, too, though tha... can scarcely be said to be my fault. “What is it?” she asked nervously.“Something to do with the wine, “ I answered evasively.She bit her lips, obviously trying to recall some error she might have committed. I followed her from the bathing chamber, admiring the proud column of her white neck, the straightness of her smooth back, the sinuous. "We still on for tomorrow night?" I broke into their magic spell for a moment."Yeah. Mom says about six o'clock, if that's alright for you," Jerry confirmed our pending dinner date at his mother's house. "Should I see about wine, or were you still thinking of that rosé?" I'll bring the wine," I let him know. "I think I have a couple of bottles of some decent stuff. Think two will be enough?" Should be, although Mom does like her rosé. You don't happen to have an extra, just in case, do you?". Then we turned into the parking lot of a little grocery store.Now I don’t know about where you’re at but around here we still have these little Mom and Pop grocery stores that are a little like the General Stores from way back when. This one was quite popular, and I had been here many times myself. You could get fresh meat, milk, livestock feed, horseshoes, jeans and just about anything else you wanted but it was mainly a grocery. Hell, you could still go up to the meat counter and they would. A collective breath of relief came fromeveryone as they relaxed. The glass continued, but John noticed that Erinwas staring at him throughout the class until it was over.He wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Since he never bought amat, he placed the class student mat back into the corner of the room andthen was at the back of the crowd leaving the room. As he tried to exit, hefelt a hand on his shoulder, "It's John isn't it?" Erin asked him."Yes, I have been coming here for a month.