Between You and Me

I start the day, a Friday, by cleaning the house, making it acceptable for company. Of course it's never untidy; this occasion simply calls for more meticulous care than usual. You're already at work and your boss has greeted you with an amicable pat on the back and a mention of his anticipation for this evening.

Once the house is in the proper condition I begin to prepare the meal for the night: salad, sautéed green beans, seasoned broiled potatoes and a roast; iced peach tea and red wine with dinner, cocktails before and coffee and tea with lovely oatmeal lace cookies after.

When things can be left on their own I set the table for you at the head, myself to your right, your boss at the other end and the other guests dispersed throughout. The fine china and silverware will already be at each place before they all arrive, along with neutral floral centerpieces and low candles.

I arrange the serving platters and place them in their respective storing areas--the fridge for cool items, the oven for warm--before changing. I dress in a tea-length number with pearls and understated pumps--very different from my day-time attire.

You come home and change while I arrange the beverage cart. The guests arrive and enjoy their drinks, which you expertly prepare. As they finish their liquor I'll finish the table, setting out the food and arriving in the dining room with the roast just as they reach their own seats. You carve it perfectly. The conversation during the meal is light and cheery and eventually leads to more positive attention from your boss.

As the evening wears down and the guests all leave I'll begin to clean again, clearing the table before pulling an apron over my head. While I scrape dishes over the sink you come behind me, rest your hands on my hips and your lips on my neck. A perfect evening.