Dinner Date

We just finished the appetizer and here I am with my hips in his hands, my back on the table, and my heels in the air. Dishes lay in heaps on the floor, cracked, broken, shattered everywhere. The glasses, those expensive glasses I admired when I first sat down. Crystal. They were crystal, expensive goblets and I watched in awe as the wine swirled against the shiny glass, red against clear, almost mirror like. Well, they was no more. Wine was splattered against the wall, glass was in the mix with the dishes, and what was left of our salad was...Well lettuce was floating in the air, and tomatoes were squished and squashed on the table. If I wasn't so busy moaning, gasping, and cursing I would have been giggling at the mess he made. We were discussing politics, laughing about a movie that was released ten years ago, and we became heavily engrossed in cultural things. We talked about hunting, fishing and sailing, and then we swapped reviews on plays. I said "Shakespeare", and a half second later I was lifted in the air. Dress torn, panties ripped, hair undone, I see one arm go across the table, and next thing I know a loud crash. But he wasn't finished dining yet, if you get my drift. I lift my head up and I see a smorgasboard of china, crystal, and red wine mixed. Splattered against the nearest wall, and I feel heat rising, and my heart beating, my legs trembling.......