I was determined to overwhelm Denise with an assault on all her senses. I brought out a silver platter layered with ice, and heaped with four freshly shucked oysters, four quail eggs stuffed with caviar, and a jar of Beluga, surrounded by toast points, buttered, plain, and coated with cream cheese, as well as a small bowl of creme fraische. Delicate mother-of-pearl spoons completed the arrangement. I situated the platter and removed the blue lid from the jar.As they 'ooh'd and 'ah'd, I brought out the champagne bucket, and opened the Perrier-Jouet Fleur."Oh, you're spoiling us. You must want something," Cheryl giggled, coquetishly."Not at all. It's not spoiling if you deserve it. You lovely ladies deserve nothing less. You've been dieting and working out so hard, and so successfully, that when you splurge, you should splurge big. I'm so proud of what you've accomplished, I can't tell you enough. And you Denise, you know you look marvelous, darling." Ok, Billy Crystal, I'm not. I st
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