‘I’m pissed babe, there’s no way I can drive.’ She rolled her eyes as though I was an idiot. When she explained I realised I was. ‘God, you...��re surprisingly dense. I mean, take me to your home. It’s time for you to live up to your promises and give me the best sex I’ll ever have.’ She was smiling at me, amused at what she was saying. I just sat their open-mouthed. How did this come about? I hadn’t even really tried it on, and she was the one making the moves. I would have analysed it a bit more. Just like I had with that chinese woman Carla had sent over.I was on the point of making a somewhat sarcastic response to this - the old 'lets introduce our friendly lesbian to their closeted one' ploy was not guaranteed to work in all circumstances, I felt - but luckily was saved from doing so by the entrance of Colin, one of the partners in the architects practice upstairs. Which I guess was just as well ... not that I thought I deserved the confidence they'd expressed, but I couldn't really. The whiskey, along with the sight of your breasts, warms me inside. Being without the company of a woman for a time causes my interest in you to stir. Me not speaking to you seems to turn you on in a mysterious way. I fill my glass with whiskey and push it across the table to you. You pick the glass up and drink its contents. Without saying a word I stand and take your hand and lead you upstairs. Once at the top of the stairs, you point out your room. You are intrigued by my actions. As. Brimful of enthusiasm, with an eagerness belying his age, he swivelled the scope around, checking the bay, the plains, the lake and the beaches, exclaiming when he spotted the ostriches."Ah yes, Alfred told me about those birds. You caught him there, flush on the point. Good for you, and him too. He enjoys his life so much now."He sounded wistful but brightened considerably when Alfred brought his offerings to the table. What a great joy to behold and what an incredible feast. There were blond.