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quickly became a second sip.  Each time Elena thought she knew what to expect, Michael would surprise her. 
     
    “I met with clients today for interrogatories.  We spent the whole afternoon answering questions.”
     
    “Do you like answering questions?” Michael asked.  Elena thought he had a definite talent for infusing seemingly harmless inquiries with deeper meaning.  Thoughts of wine dripping on her bound body made her squirm in her seat.
     
    “Yes,” she said quietly.  “I do.”  Why was she admitting such things to him?  Elena realized that she wanted to share with him. 
     
    “Good girl,” he replied and the words made her melt in her chair, affectionate in a way that Elena didn’t yet fully understand.
     
    “Go to the bathroom and remove your underwear.  Fold them up and come back to the table and hand them to me.”  Michael’s calm demeanor was the same as when he had placed their drink order.
     
    Elena paused for a moment, not certain if Michael was being serious, but a glance at him showed no indication he was joking.  She had no intention of doing that; there were in such a lovely restaurant that such things just weren’t done.  Michael said nothing further as they sat and sipped the wine.
     
    What was it about Michael?  He was so confident and Elena found herself drawn to that.  She looked at him across the table.  He wasn’t being forceful or cruel, but he definitely knew what he wanted.  Elena decided that she wanted the adventure.  She headed to the bathroom, certain that everyone in the restaurant knew exactly what she was planning to do.  Her heart was pounding wildly.
     
    The lights in the restroom felt harsh in comparison with the rest of the restaurant.  Elena felt heat in her cheeks, though she knew it wasn’t from the fluorescents overhead.  She felt the heat radiate through her.
     
    Elena slipped into a stall and shut the door behind her.  She pulled up the blue dress, exposing the red g-string beneath.  She had hoped to surprise Michael and show him the daring panties later in the evening.  She remembered Michael’s words from their previous date and a hint about being blindfolded and she smiled.
     
    She slid the g-string down her stocking-clad thighs and placed the panties in her hand.  In her rush to the bathroom, Elena had left her clutch on the table.  Though small, it would have been perfect for transporting her intimates back to the table. 
    She felt like a scarlet woman as she made the long trek back to the table.  She had wadded up the g-string – not much fabric by its nature – tightly in her palm, worried that the fabric would be coated with her nervous perspiration.
     
    Elena gingerly sat back into her seat, worried anew that her short dress would rise up indecently.  The dress wasn’t too short, she knew; it just felt short when she thought about inadvertently flashing all of the restaurant’s patrons.
     
    Michael looked up at her expectantly and Elena felt as though they were playing a game and only Michael knew the rules.  Still, she was excited about being given the chance to play.  If it was indeed a game she decided that she would make sure she was a worthy competitor.
     
    Elena swallowed hard, looking around.  She never felt as though people really noticed her, but now she was sitting in the restaurant with Michael, she felt as though people were watching her.  She tingled, feeling a thrill as she and Michael shared a private secret in such a public place.
     
    She handled the satiny piece of fabric to Michael, who took it with an approving nod and placed it directly in his breast pocket.  He didn’t say a word about the scarlet panties, but Elena felt a tingle nevertheless.  There was something so intimate about the exchange that Elena felt her face redden again.  She had no control over her own reactions.
     
    As though doing well-choreographed dance, the wait staff returned with their plates of scallops and