The soft light Graham had managed to turn on highlighted the soft lines in Rita’s face. Her supple skin gave no clue to her age, only the light banter that drew on experience of many years past, years that only one who had lived them could attest to. Like a great archeological find, Rita outlined the curvature of Graham’s face, unmasking ancient secrets held within.All was silent but the purring and smacking of lips as they caressed each other like it was their last time. They weren’t sure where they’d go from here. Holding each other close, an occasional peck on the lips and cheek was the ultimate foreplay. And they were getting to know each other very well.“How about a little something to drink? I have a real nice champagne or Zinfandel if you like.”“Why don’t I have a glass of Zinfandel, Mr. Peters?”“One glass of Zinfandel coming right up for the sweet lady. You just keep that pose for me, and I’ll be right back.”“I’m not going anywhere.”Graham appeared in the doorway with two flutes of Zinfandel on a round silver tray with a single red artificial rose that he plucked from one of Amanda’s flower arrangements.
