Her eyes study the glass held tightly in her hands. She is satisfied with its weight, it is pleasing to the eye.
She draws a breath, then exhales in anticipation bringing it to the entry. It slips through the opening pushing deep within the walls.
Her husband looks on, shifting eagerly in his chair mesmerised by the way she manoeuvres and positions the glassware.
How long will it take he wonders, how long will her will last before she removes the glassware and allows him to taste her warm moist creation.