“It’s not plonk, Winter. Decent. About like you’d expect in a mail order wine club.”“Price?”“Around $15 or $20. Certainly under $30.”�...��Is it a Bordeaux?”“No, it’s definitely California. Over-oaked. Maybe Central Valley. That’s just a guess, I can’t really narrow the location that much.”All house wines were to be a minimum of a $200 value. It says so right on the menus. And on the invoices that The Globe paid. Many invoice wines were a multiple of $200.Vanessa said, “It’s no surprise that .... Both Jean and Jack weredressed casually, and I sort of regretted my getting so spiffy, but Iwanted to make a statement to Kevin.Jack went to his little bar and made me a gin and tonic as all myfriends knew that was what I drank. There were some crackers and a sourcream and chives dip, which somehow tasted better than just coming outof the carton. I commented on it and Jean told me that Jack always sawto it that food tasted 'special'.Jean and I were seated at the dining room table and Jack. She was standing before him, naked from the waist down, baiting him with her cunt, while her wet pink tongue licked still another invitation across her plush red lips.Suddenly her heart was pounding faster when a wicked little smile creased his lips.Without waiting another second, she dropped to her knees before him, her pink tongue darting out to swoop away the drop of creamy nectar that oozed from the eye of his lust-hardened prick. Then her pouty red lips sipped teasingly around the. ”“Oh, oh wow. So, are you trying to say, you’re okay with guys who dress like girls?’ Jason probed.“You continue to ask questions in search of my approval. If I told you, I think you’re a cock loving faggot, that might hurt your feelings, and then again, you might enjoy hearing it said from a real man.” Jason swallowed hard, his heart sped up and his entire body shivered as the man seemed to look right through him with his eyes and his words burned his eardrums. “Are you okay?”“Yes…yes, I was.