He kissed my hair lightly as he set our wine glasses on the table. He then raised my head with his hand and kissed me full on the lips. That was the beginning of my descent into Hell. I didn't resist, I didn't demur, I didn't try to push him back. I just allowed him to kiss me and returned the kiss. It felt so natural. I was a woman, wasn't I, and women did these things, didn't they? And God help me, I enjoyed it, feeling my glow turn to arousal. I simply forgot, in my alcoholic haze, who we really were. I was just a woman and he was a man who admired me, and so I continued to return his kisses, shyly at first, then with passion.