It's getting better, isn't it? I think so...so much so I can't even bear to look at the older stuff at the bottom! I worry at what shocking errors I will find...maybe it's better that way; signs of progression!
Monday, December 10, 2007
...cheese
The butterflies in Jen's stomach were still flying, it was only an hour since she was called into her managers' office for what she thought was a minor misdemeanour, however her nervousness was turned to joy. A trip to the supermarket for a treat was in order. Alone for the evening, Jen decided on some cheese and biscuits with a nice bottle of Red. Her dizzying rise in fortunes had caused her to lose complete control of her bearings as she found herself in Feminine Hygiene. Unabated she smiled an continued to the wine section. Pondering her choices of a Chilean or Australian, maybe even Italian, a rather tall man appeared to her right. Being a shade over 5 feet tall he was sure to be tall in any event, but he must have been over six foot three, she estimated. Glancing up, she could see the slight stubble forming on his chin, he smelled gorgeous despite being unshaven. She noticed his hands were large, his fingers long but not thin. His fingernails were immaculate.
He reached for a bottle and handed it to Jen, much to her surprise. "I think you may like this," he rasped in a gentle but strangely powerful tone. "great with a steak and fine conversation." he smiled with his pearly whites on full display. She smiled back, picking up a much cheaper bottle, placing it into her basket. "No thanks, I've got enough cheese." He looked back at Jen, completely bemused.