Review Blog: NAUGNTY AMERICA VIP NAUGHTYAMERICAVIP parked my car next to Hillary's and, my heart pounding, got out and headed into the house. A wave of delightful smells greeted me as I walked through the door. I put my briefcase down in the usual spot, hung my jacket in the hall closet, and headed for the kitchen. Hillary was there, wearing a snug-fitting peach colored cotton short-sleeved top and equally snug-fitting blue jeans. A strip of bare midriff showed between the top and jeans. She was busy stirring something cooking in a pot on the stove and apparently hadn't heard me come in. Taking care to be as quiet as I could, I made my way across the kitchen and, when I was standing directly behind Hillary, I grabbed her waist and said, "What's for dinner?"
"Eeeyahhh!" she yelled. She jumped backward, bumping into me, and almost knocked both of us over. When Hillary finally realized it was me, she punched me on the arm and said, "You scared the heck out of me, sneaking up on me like that."
"Sorry," I said. "What are you making? It smells wonderful."
She grinned at me. "I made a chicken and rice casserole," she explained. "It's in the oven. Should be done in a few minutes. That..." She gestured over her shoulder toward the pot on the stove, the one she'd been stirring. "...is glazed carrots."
