Newest Blog: LINGERIESINS smiled back at her and said, "I'm kind of new to the idea myself." I leaned back on the couch, feeling liberated in my freedom, even if it was only a minute old. I sipped the last of my second glass of wine, a wonderful Valpolicella, so smooth in flavour that it blended wonderfully with the relaxed nature of the evening. The intoxicating properties of the wine were starting to do their thing, giving me a very pleasant buzz, and as I saw Roxanne rolling the remnants of her second in her glass, I could see she was much in the same shape. Scott, however, had already polished off his fourth glass, and sagged against the arm of the couch, a silly grin on his face. He was clearly half in the bag, but not a fall down drunk.
