Since I was to pick the restaurant, I chose something entirely different. The was a Thai place in town called The Royal Orchid. And since I knew the wine list would not be stellar, I decided to urchase a few bottles for Abigail and I to share with dinner.

There was no corkage fee, and I even took the extra step of bringing my own corkscrew. I purchased Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc, a white from the Malborough region of New Zealand, and a red from the Rioja region of Spain. This would at least get us started.

She started out with lite conversation, simply recapping some of what we had covered in the past three nites at the wine bar. She definitely seemed genuinely interested, and I could see the fire and passion in her eyes. "Maybe this was for real", I thought?

In a moments notice though, it turned very serious. She mentioned that she had "on a whim" booked a room for the nite at the Ugly Dog Cabin Bed & Breakfast. Knowing that his might happen, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Are you up for it?" I thought for a split second, and said I was. Perhaps it was the wine talking, but I was now fully committed to a note with Abigail.

She was; undoubtedly, a beautiful women. Despite the fact that she had beautiful golden hair in curls, bright green eyes and a million dollar smile, I knew what was to come of the evening; and I also knew that remorse would eventually follow, the following day.

We dined for about two hours. When the last sip was gone, she said that she was ready to go straight away to the Ugly Dog Cabin. Upon arrival, we built a fire as it was a little breezy from the door which was slightly cracked. It had obviously weathered many winters and the weather had won.

We sat there drinking another bottle; this time a Chateneauf-du-Pape that she had purchased at a local wine store. She had purchased three to my surprise, and before turning in they would be gone. There was La Vieux Telegraphe, Rombauer Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon, and Tiganello; a Super-Tuscan from the Antinori Family.

As you might guess, it was a long nite. She was silky and smooth for a while before turning up the heat. Like a tigress in the wild, she devoured me for hours. I had never experienced anything like this before and perhaps she hadn't either. I was young and my youth still made me like the tiger that fit well with the tigress.

By morning, we were both wore out. We slept only an hour by the fireplace, having made it to the bed and back to the floor several times. At 6:00 AM, we made coffee in the room before going to breakfast at 7:00 AM. Check out was not until 11:00 AM, and before then, she would remove every last bit of body fluid I had.

At eleven, she left for New Hampshire, and the remorse started.