My accusation affected my mood. I made a salad with the ingredients Adam had brought. The kitchen had gas burners and an open grill with an exhaust fan rather than an oven and hotplates.

Adam lit the grill and threw the steaks on. We worked in silence beside each other. As I tossed the last tomato into the salad, he put a glass of wine in front of me and leaned on the bench with a beer in his hand. "I need to get you pissed now, don't I, to stop your moping."

"I'm sorry, I'm horrible."

"What can I do to make you cheer up? Whip your arse, whip your arse or whip your arse."

I laughed and picked up my wine glass.

He added, "Please choose, whip your arse."

I grinned wider. "Please...please whip my arse, Adam?"

He laughed and kissed my lips. "Say, I beg you." I laughed again as he put his arm around me and rested his chin on my head. "So, this guy you saw. Was he as good-looking as me? Must have been, I suppose, if you got us confused."

"I'd rather not talk about it if that's okay."

"Okay," Adam said, "Just one thing about last night. I was in Werribee. I play drums and help out a mate in a band with no drummer."

"You play the drums!" I said wide-eyed. "Now I get the image thing." He shook his head and laughed. "Whatever makes you happy, honey."

We ate our meal; I did the dishes while Adam filled the huge clawfoot bathtub. He came into the kitchen and wrapped his arm around my waist as I rinsed the sink. "Are you ready for a bath?"

"I was going to dry the dishes. How do I clean the grill?"

"Leave it. I'll do it in the morning. I want you to come for a bath with me." He grabbed the bottle of wine and a beer from the fridge. "Okay. Bubbles. Candles. Alcohol. Hot woman. Yep, that's everything." He flipped the bottle of wine under his arm, beer in that hand and tugged me behind him. I giggled and lifted my wine glass.

Adam tossed his jeans on the floor and jumped into the bathtub. He slid into the water, picked up his stubby from the floor, twisted the lid open, took a mouthful, and made a satisfied sigh. "Come on. Get in."

I put my glass down, lifted the T-shirt over my head and slipped it off my arms.

Adam leaned against the side of the tub; his eyes focused on my breasts. He had a big grin on his face.

I dropped the shirt on the floor and trailed my right hand up my left arm until my right forearm covered my breasts. Then I put on my best "Oh, I am so innocent and shy" seductive act. His eyes trailed upwards to rest on my face.

"You are so beautiful," he gasped, then pretended to faint, sliding into the water until it covered his head.

I laughed, took off my shorts and clambered into the water at the other end.

Adam resurfaced and wiped the water from his face.

I stretched my legs beside him, tapped him with my foot and said, "Move your arse."

Adam laughed and hooked my legs over his so his feet were on either side of my backside, then picked up the wine bottle. "Where's your glass?"

I had left it on the vanity, so I gave him a pitiful look.

Adam raised his eyebrows and tilted his head towards it. "Go get it."

I continued my sorrowful expression and said, "Could you?"

"No way, wench. I'm settled."

"Please..."

He laughed, put his beer and the wine bottle on the floor and sat up. He drew me towards him so I sat straddling him. "No. You owe me big time. I impressed you, remember. If you don't get it then I'll pinch your arse again."

I huffed, "Bully." Then climbed out of the tub.

Adam laughed, picked up his beer and leaned back. "Now that's a nice view."

I caught him staring at my backside. "A bully and a perv. Not impressed."

He laughed some more as I slid back into the water.

When my glass was full, I leaned back and took a mouthful. "One day I'm gonna live in a place like this. Your friends are so lucky."

Adam took another swig of his beer. "You'd be bored living like this...city girl that you are."

"You don't know that. For all you know, I might have been born and raised in the country."

He cocked his head. "I can tell you weren't."

"How?"

Adam laughed. "You've never camped out in the open and suck at stone skimming. Every country kid's been camping and skims stones like a pro."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't mean I'd be bored living in the country."

He raised his eyebrows with a smirk on his face. "You'd miss the nightlife. Friday nights clubbing with your friends."

"Not true. I don't like nightclubs much. Most people don't. They go to try and meet someone, and when they do, night clubbing goes out the window. Then it's something they do occasionally." I paused. "Fact is, I've never met anyone at a nightclub who I'd consider spending the rest of my life with."

Adam raised his eyebrows. "Is that a fact?"

"Yeah...that's a fact," I said and took a mouthful of wine.

"What would you do with yourself if you lived in the country?"

"I'd write a lot more, take walks, and I'd want chickens and a cat, maybe some pigs and a cow...milk it, and I've always wanted to learn to ride a horse. Then I'd join some art group because country towns always have alternative arty people." I paused, gave it more thought, and then added. "And I'd have a garden and grow herbs and vegetables."

Adam laughed and shook his head. "City people always have this impression that country life is a big romantic adventure. It's not."

I took another sip of my wine and studied him. "How would you know, oh Great One?"

"I grew up on a farm. It's hard work."

"Did you?" I sat straighter. "What sort of farm?"

Adam took another swig of his beer. "Dairy. My older brother runs it now."

"Will you take me there one day?"

He laughed and raised his eyebrows at me. "Maybe. If you're a good girl."

I sipped my wine, fluttered my eyes and smiled. "I got the impression you liked naughty girls."

Adam laughed some more. "Naughty is good."

I leaned back against the tub. "Tell me about growing up on a dairy farm. Cows are nice, they have pretty eyes."

He shook his head in humour. "Not so pretty when they're shitting and pissing over you at four in the morning on a cold winters day."

"They do that?"

"All the time when you're milking them." Adam massaged my feet and went on to tell me about standing in a pit putting cups on cow's teats. Then spraying the dairy to clean the crap away and ploughing fields to grow sorghum to feed them. "Not much fun when you're a teenager looking for adventure."

"Is it far from Melbourne?"

"Yeah...Queensland. Near a small town called Monto."

I drained my wine glass and said, "I'll search Google when I get home."

"You want some more?" He jerked his head at my empty glass.

"No." I put my glass on the floor and crawled towards him. Once I was laying on top of him, I sucked on his earlobe. "Now I want to be naughty. Adam. I beg you to whip my arse."

He laughed and ran his hands over my backside.

So Adam is a country boy.  

Are you a city slicker or a country kid?

Photo copyright - Getty images.