Molly pulled her Cayman R into the garage and hit the button on the remote, making the door begin to descend behind the car.  Smiling her Camille, she opened her door and got out....then led the way into the house.  The door from the garage led into the basement, which had a small set of stairs that led up to the main floor of the house.  "Pardon the mess," she said as they passed through.<br/><br/>The door from the basement spit them out in the den.  The floor plan for the first floor was mostly an open one.  "Well....this is my home.  Please...make yourself comfortable," she said, indicating the sofa.  "I'll grab a bottle of wine and be right back."<br/><br/>Her heels clicked on the hard floor as she headed for the kitchen. Her dress, though more appropriate for a dinner date wasn't terribly much different than what she'd been wearing earlier in the day.  Though it was a bit more dramatic with a black, knee length pencil skirt and a white silk blouse.  Housed in the center island was her wine rack.  Molly already had an idea of what she'd wanted and selected a Chilean red....then grabbed a pair of glasses to go along with it. She quickly popped the cork and made her way back into the den.<br/><br/>"I hope you like red....this is a really great one."<br/><br/>Sitting down on the couch, she poured two glasses and handed one to Camille.