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Rainn had already opened the door and was stepping out. “If you enjoyed the evening so much, we can do it again. Pick me up the same time tomorrow.”

“Rainn,” said Jack, “wait a second. “Definitely another time, but tomorrow I’m busy.”

Rainn nodded. “I see. Am I outside my house?” she asked.

“Yes, but let me help you.”

It was too late. Rainn had slammed the door and was opening the gate in front of her house.

The next morning, Jack called her. “Is the same time tonight ok?” he asked.

“That’s perfect,” she said.

They went out each night that week. Jack was amazed to find that each date was better than the last. On the Friday he leaned over in the car and kissed her. When she kissed him back, he could sense the yearning in her lips. He wanted to take her home with him right then, but he managed to control himself.

“Another lovely evening,” he said, smiling.

“It was amazing,” agreed Rainn. “I love spending time with you.”

“This weekend,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “maybe we can see more of each other.”

Rainn laughed. “I think I know what you mean. Come here tomorrow. For dinner. Yvonne and I want to cook for you.”

“There’s no need to cook.” Offered Jack “Come to my place. I can have a restaurant prepare us something.”

“No,” said Rainn firmly, laying a hand on his wrist. “I want to cook for you. Yvonne wants to meet you again.”

Jack accepted, kissed her again and got out of the car to escort her to her door, where he kissed her once more. “Until tomorrow,” he said.

He arrived a little early with yet more flowers and a bottle of champagne. Jack sat in the small kitchen and watched the sisters cooking. Rainn chatted away happily; every now and again Yvonne would subtly direct or guide her away from a hot pan.

“I hope you are hungry” Rainn said.

“Starving,” said Jack, watching the curve of her body beneath her long dress.

“I’m afraid this will be a bit of a come down from your fancy, high-class restaurants,” interjected Yvonne.

“Nonsense!” said Jack. “You can’t beat home cooking. Besides, this smells incredible.” Rainn leaned over the worktop, Jack eyed the line of underwear as it pressed against the soft fabric of her dress. “I can’t wait to taste it.”

When it was nearly ready, John arrived. Jack smiled and slapped him on the shoulder.

“Shall we open the champagne?” he asked.

“Let’s do it,” giggled Rainn.

Jack gave Rainn the bottle and she held it in her hand, stroking it, getting a feel for the shape.

“I’ve never had real champagne before,” she said. “Gosh, it’s big.”

“Methuselah,” explained Jack. “It’s not a bad one, I think,” he said, modestly. “You need to remove the foil.”

Rainn slowly peeled away the foil, bit by bit, until the slender neck of the bottle was naked and exposed.

“I think I’ll leave the last bit to you,” she said and handed the bottle back.

Jack held the bottle firmly between his muscular thighs and slowly turned the corkscrew. It turned slowly; the bottle seemed to tremble with the pressure building up inside.

“Do you need any help?” asked Yvonne.