As the video chat window opened up, it took a considerable amount of effort not to not stare slack-jawed at 'lovelygirl'.  Whomever was her husband was definitely an idiot, with a beauty like hers Simon would gladly give her whatever she wanted.  Simon smiled a bit goofily like a boy on his first date, "The pleasure is all mine, April.  My name's Simon but you can call me 'Valter' if you want."<br/><br/>Simon noticed an update and started typing while occasionally pausing to admire April,<br/><br/>"Valter headed into the kitchen and pulled out a few tall stemmed wine glasses from the cabinet and brought them over to the sitting room and set them on an low-riding oak table.  Heading back into the kitchen he opened the walk-in closet he had converted into a temperature-controlled storage area for his wine and debated for a moment for which ones to select.  Valter settled on a Tempranillo, a Beaujolais, and an slightly aged Barolo.<br/><br/>Bringing them back, he noticed that Emma was walking about the room engrossed in the paintings.  Valter set the bottles on the table to let them slowly shake off the chill and walked over to where Emma was.  "Do any of the works please you?"  Valter let his fingers slowly trace imaginary lines up and down Emma's bare arms as he spoke, enjoying the feel of her skin and the goosepimples he was leaving in his wake. "<br/><br/>After sending it, he looked back at the camera.  Simon smiled, "Things are gathering steam and getting steamy."