Alberta Tompkins came to the door almost immediately, giving me the impression that she had been watching for my arrival. I had to admit to myself that she was a beautiful woman but she couldn't hold a candle to my curves. She opened the door wide and gave me a big smile, her eyes swinging over me before settling on the basket in my hands.
"Welcome to my home."
"Thanks for inviting me." I held the basket out and she took it. "These are for you."
"Mmm, it smells good. What is it?"
"Some biscuits that I made."
"Ooo!" She turned her back on me as we entered the house and I followed her into the living room, watching her sit and open the towel. "Oh, and jam!" She took the knife out and eyed the jar. "Would you mind if I had one now?"
"Not at all." I smiled. "Certainly makes me feel good as the baker!" My work had been done for me. I watched her take one out and take a deep sniff. I held my breath, wondering if she could smell my cream but she just gave me a warm smile and cracked open the jar of jam. A deft slice, a broad smear and Alberta was incisor-deep into my biscuit, humming in appreciation. As I sat and watched, she inhaled that biscuit and went to a second one.
"You don't mind if I have another, do you?" I shook my head, hiding a sly smile behind my hand as she devoured a second biscuit. She contemplated having a third but gave me a sheepish smile. "They sure are good. You'll have to give me the recipe."