Blog Blogger: WE LIVE TOGETHER was good, the wine was better, and her company was marvelous. If only I could have slowed time to a crawl. It seemed as if we'd only just begun eating when we were finished. I paid the check, and we walked out the door. She slipped her arm in mine as we walked in the direction of her room. It seemed as if each of us was trying to go slower than the other.
Our conversation was pleasant, but somehow forced. Halfway there, she slipped her arm around my waist, and I returned the gesture. She felt as good as she looked. I let my hand slip to her hip and she didn't resist. She only looked into my eyes and smiled.
