gate.
Elisabeth dipped a tight curtsey, pulling the struggling Sarah down with her. “Yes, my lord,” she said quietly.
Sarah craned her neck to watch the disappearing coach and numbly repeated, “Yes, my lord.”
Aware of the child’s lingering gaze as the royal coach disappeared from view, Wolsey spoke, anger and sarcasm soaking every word. “Playtime is over, Sarah. You will work at your letters and be a good girl for I promise you if you do not, not only will you not accompany the Lady Anne on her progress, but you will not be allowed in my gardens again. Fancy yourself not, Sarah, for a King’s attention is a fickle and often fleeting thing.” Swirling the scarlet skirt of his cassock in a tight about face Wolsey re-entered York Place leaving Elisabeth and her young charge in the settling dust.
SEVEN
FRIDAY, JUNE 28th
A beam of early morning sunshine woke Lydia from a dreamless sleep. She found herself enveloped in Dan’s embrace. One of his arms lay under her pillow, with his other hand cupped tight to hold her breast. Feeling the heat grow between her thighs, Lydia could wait no more. Burning with desire, she reached for him. She smiled as Dan’s body responded to her soft touch. They made love with a ferocity that sapped them of all energy. Exhausted, they fell back into a deep sleep until the incessant ringing of the alarm clock woke them. They awoke tangled in the sheets, Dan’s arms surrounding Lydia, his hand once more cupping her breast.
“My lady,” Dan said, nibbling her ear. “That was wonderful. You certainly know how to start the day right.” Nuzzling her ear; his hand slid down her hip to her thigh.
Lydia moaned at his touch, aching to ban the day from coming. “To lie here like this till night falls, to make love to you whenever and as often as desire demands, that is my wish for today. But, it cannot be. The world awaits, my good knight, beyond yon door and we to battle must go.”
“Must we?” Dan whispered, now nibbling her ear.
“Yes we must. Do you want the shower first?” Lydia asked as, she disentangled herself from the sheets. Abruptly Lydia said “I haven’t heard from Alan. Dr. Stokes? I don’t know how to address him. Dr. Stokes sounds so formal.”
“What do you mean you haven’t heard from him? Hasn’t he called yet to set up another meeting?”
Lydia shook her head. Slipping into her pink terrycloth robe, Lydia came up behind Dan, kneading his shoulders. Deeply she pressed her fingertips into his flesh feeling him relax with each stroke of her hand. “Your assisting in surgery on Fridays is great. If there is no surgery we get to start the weekend early.” Lydia stopped, turned, and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. She stopped partway down the hall, turned to face Dan, smiling seductively.
“Yes, there are other things I would rather do, especially with you,” he said. Coming up behind her and caressing her shoulders, he moved his hands to the luxurious softness of her hips. Unable to resist the urge to swing her around for a kiss, he kissed her hungrily.
Lydia uttered a soft purr of contentment.
“Wait, don’t distract me,” he said in mock annoyance. “I was saying that although I can think of things I would rather do, I do have to assist at surgery today.” He left for the hospital just before seven.
Lydia set about straightening up the townhouse. Placing a CD of Gregorian Chants in the stereo she went into the kitchen to wash up the breakfast dishes. As she stood at the sink watching it fill with soapsuds, Lydia became aware of the sweet smell of roses filling the air. The scene, like so many pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, came together before her eyes. She felt the warmth of a late summer’s breeze upon her
Elisabeth dipped a tight curtsey, pulling the struggling Sarah down with her. “Yes, my lord,” she said quietly.
Sarah craned her neck to watch the disappearing coach and numbly repeated, “Yes, my lord.”
Aware of the child’s lingering gaze as the royal coach disappeared from view, Wolsey spoke, anger and sarcasm soaking every word. “Playtime is over, Sarah. You will work at your letters and be a good girl for I promise you if you do not, not only will you not accompany the Lady Anne on her progress, but you will not be allowed in my gardens again. Fancy yourself not, Sarah, for a King’s attention is a fickle and often fleeting thing.” Swirling the scarlet skirt of his cassock in a tight about face Wolsey re-entered York Place leaving Elisabeth and her young charge in the settling dust.
SEVEN
FRIDAY, JUNE 28th
A beam of early morning sunshine woke Lydia from a dreamless sleep. She found herself enveloped in Dan’s embrace. One of his arms lay under her pillow, with his other hand cupped tight to hold her breast. Feeling the heat grow between her thighs, Lydia could wait no more. Burning with desire, she reached for him. She smiled as Dan’s body responded to her soft touch. They made love with a ferocity that sapped them of all energy. Exhausted, they fell back into a deep sleep until the incessant ringing of the alarm clock woke them. They awoke tangled in the sheets, Dan’s arms surrounding Lydia, his hand once more cupping her breast.
“My lady,” Dan said, nibbling her ear. “That was wonderful. You certainly know how to start the day right.” Nuzzling her ear; his hand slid down her hip to her thigh.
Lydia moaned at his touch, aching to ban the day from coming. “To lie here like this till night falls, to make love to you whenever and as often as desire demands, that is my wish for today. But, it cannot be. The world awaits, my good knight, beyond yon door and we to battle must go.”
“Must we?” Dan whispered, now nibbling her ear.
“Yes we must. Do you want the shower first?” Lydia asked as, she disentangled herself from the sheets. Abruptly Lydia said “I haven’t heard from Alan. Dr. Stokes? I don’t know how to address him. Dr. Stokes sounds so formal.”
“What do you mean you haven’t heard from him? Hasn’t he called yet to set up another meeting?”
Lydia shook her head. Slipping into her pink terrycloth robe, Lydia came up behind Dan, kneading his shoulders. Deeply she pressed her fingertips into his flesh feeling him relax with each stroke of her hand. “Your assisting in surgery on Fridays is great. If there is no surgery we get to start the weekend early.” Lydia stopped, turned, and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. She stopped partway down the hall, turned to face Dan, smiling seductively.
“Yes, there are other things I would rather do, especially with you,” he said. Coming up behind her and caressing her shoulders, he moved his hands to the luxurious softness of her hips. Unable to resist the urge to swing her around for a kiss, he kissed her hungrily.
Lydia uttered a soft purr of contentment.
“Wait, don’t distract me,” he said in mock annoyance. “I was saying that although I can think of things I would rather do, I do have to assist at surgery today.” He left for the hospital just before seven.
Lydia set about straightening up the townhouse. Placing a CD of Gregorian Chants in the stereo she went into the kitchen to wash up the breakfast dishes. As she stood at the sink watching it fill with soapsuds, Lydia became aware of the sweet smell of roses filling the air. The scene, like so many pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, came together before her eyes. She felt the warmth of a late summer’s breeze upon her
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