Quite a pleasant evening

Part 1 : The Dinner

Rachel was coming back from work. On her mind, she couldn’t erase the customers’ attitude and how careless and impolite they were toward her. She had complained to her boss, explaining how rude and haughty the women were. Leona didn’t care much. The clients were the kings, or in this case, the queens, and all their desires had to be executed. Despite these problems, Rachel liked her job, because once in a while, she could speak, have fun, and even enjoy giving advice to a polite and class customer. She worked amidst beautiful cloth, in a nice district of Paris. On her way out of the underground railway, she noticed the men’s look on her back, and how carelessly they looked at her, as if she were a piece of meat. She tried to forget it. She shivered, and put her coat back on her neck. She would be home soon, and could relax, take a breath, and kiss her man. As for me, I was waiting for her, eager to see her return. Of course, at that time, I didn’t know her state of mind, but I hoped the surprise I prepared for her would please her. When I saw her through the window, I quickly checked the things I had prepared, and then rushed down to welcome her. On the threshold, I hugged her.

-How has your day been sweetie?
-Horrible, haughty customers, stupid boss, I’m tired.
-Heh, I’m sorry, but I prepared a little thing for you, which, I hope, will brighten your day. Now if you would like to put that blindfold on, we could start.
-I don’t know honey, I just want to relax…
-I swear you’ll relax and rest my love, don’t worry, everything is made to please you tonight.
-Well, in that case… I had looked at her the whole conversation, and as our speech progressed, I noticed how her attitude slowly changed from grim and tired to slightly interested, and maybe a faint smile appeared on her lips as I put the blindfold on.

I guided her through the hallway. We climbed the stairs. I was very careful, being sure she wouldn’t stumble or hurt herself on the way up to the dining room.
-So what is that all for? It’s not my birthday is it?
-Unless we’re in August, but this morning the radio announced December the 1st.
-Yeah I thought so, too many snow, and not enough daylight as I came back from work. It’s not our anniversary either. I still remember that day of July and how ridiculous you looked in that outfit.
-Yeah, well, that was the theme of the party… And you weren’t looking so gorgeous either yourself, I’ve never seen such a pie…
-That’s not what you said. If I remember your exact words, they were : “If you would let me, I would eat you without thinking!”
-I blame it on the drink I had! Anyway, enough talk. I prepared this evening to please the woman I love. Do I need any other reason?
-I don’t think so. Looks like a good reason to me.
I guided her to the table, I pulled a chair and made sure she would comfortably sit on it.
-Ok babylove, you have your knife on the right, your fork on the left, a glass full of this white wine you love, at the perfect temperature, and I’m going to get the plates, but don’t you dare starting drinking before I’m here!


The dinner was really pleasant. I don’t know if it was because of the evening I prepared for her (and she has only seen one third of it!), the meal I made for her (which took me two days of preparation, running to each side of the capital to find the ingredients, and one day of cooking), or the joke we made during the meal (She still had such a pervert mind, while pretending to be so innocent, and she abused that little thing in her voice that makes me crazy about her the whole dinner) but we hadn’t had such a nice evening in a long time.