The Italian Adventure
A very special restaurant for very special friendsSummer evenings are my favorite times of the year. As we walked toward the quiet Italian restaurant that looked like a pristine villa, Ashley asked, "May I, sir?" As she reached for my arm, allowing her to slip her hand inside the crook of my elbow, I relished the feel of the gentle swell of her breast against my arm. There is a good reason for a lady to take your arm; if she is agreeable, she will often pull it into the...