The sun shone on her golden hair, glinted off her engagement ring, shone golden upon her shapely ankles and the curve of her neck, he felt stirrings, but she turned towards him once more and the moment was gone. “Forcibly,” she said as her held her and flicking her golden hair aside he kissed her neck. XXX “So,” she probed, “What are you waiting for?”
He stood immobile, “Yes indeed.”
“So disrobe,” she said, “And ravish me.”
“Yes,” he said, “Of course,” and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, socks, undershirt, breeches and finally he stood in naught but under breeches. “No on the front terrace by the fountain,” she replied, “Of course on the bed!”
“Yes,” he laughed awkwardly. The meal passed and with the dusk came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the undertakers cart as was the custom.
