Frank chats Sandra up

"The pleasure is all mine," Frank smiled lazily. "I brought some wine. I hope that excuses my unwelcome appearance."

Sandra, stiffened at the reminder of her discourtesy and glanced coldly at her husband.

"You're not unwelcome at all Mr. Castillo, let me get some glasses." Frank opened the wine and poured an healthy dose of the drug into the bottle, taking care not to be observed.

He poured the wine into glasses that Sandra provided and the three of them took seats in the sitting room of the house.

"So you're from France, Mr. Castillo?"

"No. From Italy. I've spent a lot of time in France. Your husband and I got to talking and he seemed to think you might want to talk to me."

"Mmmm...I've wanted to go to France since I was a little girl. Is it wonderful?"

"Parts of it are," Frank said, making it up as he went along. "It depends what you want."

"Oh...I want the romance...the excitement....the lights of Paris! I want to sit in a boulevard café and sip wine and watch the people...oh...and the food!

"In my opinion the best part of France is the south coast, down by Italy. Of course, I'm Italian, so I'm biased," he chuckled.

"Mmmm...I'd love to go to Italy too...so romantic...so sexy..."

"You like Italian men?" he chuckled.

"What? Oh...yes...I guess..." she giggled.

"Italian men like to be in charge," he laughed. "You might not like that."

"What? Oh..." she looked abashed, glancing at Tony.

"I've heard how you talk to your husband. Italian men wouldn't put up with that," he growled softly, hearing a soft gasp from the young wife. "I wouldn't put up with that."

There was a lingering silence as Sandra looked at him, taking a long sip of wine and finishing her glass before sitting back and looking at him with smoking eyes.

"And what would you do with a wife like me, Mr. Castillo?" she whispered throatily.