The wine poured smoothly from the bottle, splashing into the ripe wide bowl of the wine glass, its deep maroon rich against the white table cloth and auspiciously similar in color to the fabric of the little dress that hung from her shoulders.  She smelled it first and again ... it wasn't the sharp-tart-fruity small of the wine she drank with friends ... this was rich smelling, deep with hints of old memories from river banks on the french country side.  It was a little nerve wracking earlier when she first tasted it.  Although he has simply ordered a bottle from the wine list, she only later discovered it was a $500 bottle.<br/><br/>When she excused herself from the table, she had accidentally forgotten her little purse ... it wasn't that big of a deal but her makeup was in it, and she was only a little concerned it might be examined.  Of course someone looking wouldn't find much ... a small cell phone, a binder clip with her drivers license and a credit card with a few folded twenties, her little calendar, a lipstick and a mascara (which she missed the most) and 2 condoms folded neatly over in their foil packs.  What would embarrass her the most.  The calendar was small and flat and non-discrept and kept track of her cycle ... indicating to anyone examining it that she was not on the pill.<br/><br/>"I am so glad you asked me ..." she answered his statement while sipping her wine.  She had returned to the table, this time a touch more aware of the attentions paid to her, mostly his ... the little purse just where she left it.  She sipped the wine again ... savoring its decadent subtle depth ... "i don't know ... if I really like you shouldn't i pretend to be elusive and mysterious to hold your attention?"  she bantered with him playfully batting her eyelashes.<br/><br/>The cheesecake was splendid.  Smooth and creamy with just a tang of lemony tartness washed over by the sweet richness.  The strawberry puree atop it was equal to the senses ... thick and sweet like a viscous jam.  The graham cracker crust rang with hints of butter, cinnamon and nutmeg.  It was one large piece with two forks, and she struggled in a slightly amused fashion to slide her chair closer to his so they could enjoy its texture together.<br/><br/>"We can go wherever ..." she said once finished and the check reconciled.  "A lounge, a place, whatever ..."<br/><br/>It was a casual suggestion to an earlier question.