We were in the basement again. She, in her nightgown - the red one of course - and I in my goofy blue pajamas. She had made this cryptic promise, 'I'll make it worth your while.' I was a bundle of nervous energy.

Her remark obviously didn't mean while shopping. Nothing happened.

I put the movie in, had already brought out some wine and poured it in our glasses. This was becoming our routine while I was home apparently.

She sat next to me, and I sensed a nervousness in the air. Probably just me.

As she brought the wine to her lips, she said, "You can be really pleasant...