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This time, Eric responded.
"You look good enough to eat," she told him when their lips parted. "You suppose Danny would let us forgo the ribs?"
Eric laughed uneasily. "Probably not," he said. He held out a bottle of wine he'd brought. "Look," he told her. "A peace offering."
"Oh, thank you," she said, wrapping her arm around his and leading him into the den. "You just have a seat here and I'll get Danny to open it for us."
When she came into the kitchen I was busy slicing tomatoes for the salad.
"Eric's here," she told me.
"Good," I replied. "You sound strange," I added.
"Mmmm," she murmured. "I'm feeling really sexy and turned on," she continued.
"Are you," I answered, in more of a statement than a question. "Does is feel good?"
"Mmm-hmmm," she affirmed. "He brought us some wine. You open it and I'll get the glasses."
I rinsed my hands, dried them, then dug in the grab-bag drawer for the corkscrew. I found it, tapped the wine bottle and popped the cork.
"Should we let it breathe?" I asked her.
"It can breath in the glasses," she said. "Pour. I want some now."
I poured. She drank half of her glass in two swallows.
"Is it good?" I asked.
"It's fine. Top me off. I'll take the other one to Eric."
I topped off her glass and filled a second for Eric. "Don't I get any?" I wanted to know.
"One of us should probably stay sober. You're tonight's designated driver," she declared.
"When will the ribs be done?" she asked me.
"About ten minutes. Then give me another five or so to slice 'em up."
"Okay. I'll be in the den with Eric. Call me if you need me."
She was hot to trot. There was no doubt. She left the kitchen and delivered Eric his wine. I watched through the half-open door as she instructed him to sit with her on the sofa. When Eric was settled, Karen knelt down on the cushions next to him, facing him. She placed her wine glass on the sofa table behind the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Dinner won't be ready for another twenty minutes or so," she told Eric. "That will give us time to get reacquainted.
"You know, Eric," she continued, "I just hate that we've been so distant from one another for so long. You're a good looking guy, you know."
"Well, thanks," my friend said. "I think you're pretty terrific looking yourself."
"Then you won't mind if we spend some quality time together, will you?" she cooed.
"Well, uh, no," Eric stammered. "I mean, that is, uh, what about Danny?"
"Oh, he's cooking," she told him.
"No, I mean, you know," he stammered. "You don't think he'll mind?"
"Oh, no. Why, we were just talking about you yesterday. He said I ought to get to know you better." She took his chin in her hand and pulled his face toward hers. "So, I thought we'd do a little exploring." She kissed him again. I could see from the door that she was tonguing his lips, pressing for access to his mouth. Eric didn't offer much resistance.
Twenty minutes later when I carried the trays in with the ribs and salad, Karen had her hand under Eric's shirt. She turned her head as I came in but didn't remove her hand.
"Did you know Eric played lacrosse, Danny?" she asked me.
"I did," I answered.
"He's very strong. His chest is nicely developed. But, his skin is smooth," Karen said.
"Really?" I responded. "That's nice."
"He's going to take his shirt off later and show me his pecs," she said, caressing them under his shirt. "You don't mind, do you, Danny?"
"Not at all," I answered, "if that's what you want."
"I do," she told me. "I want to see them and touch them."
"Uh, say, old buddy," Eric said. "Maybe I need to refill my wine glass. You want to point me to the bottle?"
"Here," I told him. "Just give me your glass. Don't bother yourself."
"No," he said, breaking loose from Karen's grasp and standing up. "I've got to use the john, anyway."
"Down the hall. First door to your left," Karen directed. "If you need any help, just holler."
Eric smiled lam