|Your place or mine?|
|Alianca Reserva 1994
|Terre d'Agala 1993|
Duca di Salaparuta
|Ali: The night is still young! Where to now?|
Terry: I could dance, melt my spicy dinner and click my heels on oakparquettes. Let's go?
Ali: Your's or mine? No, I mean that...we can't go to my place - or ofcourse we can, but it's not fun right now, because the whole place is a mess. I had the whole living-room painted with red. A bold choice - but now the paint is still fresh and new and the scent is powerful.
Terry: I wouldn't mind. My condo is smelling real heavy with spices all the time when I cook. - Red you said? I have red with blue hints in my kitchen. You might like it. - Let's go to my place? Yes? At least somewhere inside where it's a bit warmer.
Ali: You are shivering! Come closer. With my heat we'll both do fine. I just wish we were on my leather sofa - someplace a bit warmer!
Terry: Just now I'm feeling very soft - and a bit warmer. But sometimes they overheat at my place. I hope you don't mind?
Ali: Could we just start it cool and then get hot? About 17°C?
Terry: Even under will do! Com'on now!
Ali: I'm flying like a powerful deer with tar in it's tail.
Terry: See how I've developed a bit! I'm running with my full body. Look at my balance!
Ali: I'm breathless! Let's get in. My full body is about to overflow!