| The dinner was exquisite if I did say so myself: provolone stuffed chicken breasts, lightly breaded with my special breading and seasoning, served over fettuccine with a perfectly light and creamy Alfredo sauce, a fresh Caesar salad and the wine… ah the wine, a delightful Argentinean Malbec. The wine set the mood for what was to come. After dinner I could tell that she was feeling a nice relaxing glow. I escorted her into the dark soundproof room, sitting her in a comfortable chair. I spoke softly into her ear, “relax a bit and gather your strength while I prepare.” Kissing her lightly on the cheek, I left her in the pitch-black room wondering what was to come. * A shiver ran down her spine as she watched Him exit the room. She was breaking her own rule... never, never play on a first date. But this man was as intoxicating as the wine He had chosen to accompany the dinner. And the dinner was excellent. Something about Him spoke of strength, but more importantly, trustwort...
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