Wine and a tour sound great!

Sure,'' I told them, maybe a little too fast.I'd love that. Both, actually.''

Linda smiled and poured three rather large glasses of wine, frequently looking up at her husband with an anxious smile. I picked up my glass, held it up in a mock-toast, and we all drank. (Sip, I commanded myself, don't gulp!) Conversation stayed casual, but there was definitely some tension -- eye contact, a little fidgeting. Frank's jeans were definitely showing a little tent, and I didn't really hide my interest.

It didn't take long to finish the wine. Then they led me around the house, showing me the back porch they'd just installed, and the living room with its nice leather couches. Linda and I walked side-by-side up the stairs, and her hand brushed against mine, but she didn't say anything other than talk about the old black and white photos on the stairwell wall. Upstairs they each had an office, which they each showed off in turn.

Last, of course, was the master bedroom, which we entered. It was a nice big room, tastefully decorated in dark red and white, and I could see a luxurious master bathroom with a hot tub through the side door.

Linda and Frank stood in the doorway behind me, looking a little apprehensive. I smiled. ``Did you have anything in mind,'' I asked them. They both turned a little red.