CHAPTER 16

“Are you ready to order, sir?”  The waitress, at Michelangelo’s Fine Italian Cuisine, was a cute little blonde, with legs for days and full, luscious lips.  She had deep green eyes and an hourglass shape.  She looked like she was no more than seventeen years old.  I wondered what she would look like with tiny cuts all over her soft, milky skin.  The images were turning me on, and I needed to keep my mind in the game.

“Not quite yet, but I will have bottle of sparkling white wine, chilled, if you would be so kind.”  I forced the most charming smile that I could.

She smiled at me seductively.  “I will be right back with your wine, sir.”  She was gone about ten minutes, the wine she brought must have been very special; I wasn’t familiar with the name.  as the waitress poured it into a wine glass, I noticed that it was almost clear in color.  I took a sip and was pleased with