I didn't ask if he planned to use super-sized goblets, thus turning two ounces of pleasure into a titillating quart.Instead, I turned and glanced up at him.My smile broadened as I admired him from this angle, his chin strong and firm, his neck nicely corded and his shoulders as broad and hard as a steel beam. "Sure," I managed to get out, my power of speech finally overriding my awestruck brain."A couple of sips won't hurt my reputation."

At least I thought so.Of course, as ...