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of the dress to avoid poking her with a pin. Margaret held out a thin –the thinnest she could find–nightgown for her to wear. The nightgown fell to the floor and draped around her curves like a second skin. Margaret held out the large robe. It fell off her shoulders exposing the thin nightgown beneath. Mmm…. Seductive. Just the look she wanted. Picking up a brush, she combed the girl’s long tresses, wanting the red color to shine and glisten in the candlelight.
“Ready?” she asked. “I’m sure Jason has supper ready by now and the children are most likely up and driving him crazy.” Margaret surveyed her creation with a critical eye. Yes, the robe was just large enough to tempt and tantalize without being obvious.
T he girl glanced down at her nightclothes, then up to Margaret’s face. Apprehension filled her eyes. Margaret almost felt guilty. Almost, but not quite.
“You’re fine dear. It’s just family , and after supper you can go right back to bed.” With that settled Margaret pushed, cajoled, and shoved the reluctant girl out of the room.
As she suspected, Tyler stood beside Jason bombarding him with questions. Jason turned to put food on the hot pads on the table and had to sidestep Emma who crawled under the table to get away from Janey. Janey dropped down on all fours and scooted in beside her.
“Come on children let’s take our places at the table.” She snatched Emma up and Janey clutched at Margaret’s skirt to raise herself from the floor.
Jason took his seat at the end of the table. She placed Tyler to his left, knowing he would demand most of his uncle’s attention, taking it away from Emma on his right. She insisted the ‘girl’ take the seat, which she, Margaret, regularly occupied next to Emma. Janey sat beside Tyler. She slid into the chair opposite the end of Jason, which offered her a perfect view of him and their guest.
Emma sat on a large pan in a chair with a drying towel tied around her middle. The baby needed constant attention to make sure she didn’t slide out, and to help her eat. Margaret wanted to see how the girl would react to the child. If they failed to respond to one another, she would have to abandon her idea.
She sat back and waited for the entertainment to begin.
Ja son bowed his head, said grace, then passed bowls of food around the table. He helped himself to several spoons of whipped potatoes, placed some on Emma’s plate, and then passed it to the ‘girl’. The poor girl tried to hold the loose robe together at the neck with one hand and grasp the bowl with the other. Margaret nearly choked on her laughter when their fingers touched, and Jason well nigh dropped the bowl. Modesty forgotten, the girl grabbed the bowl with both hands to keep it air borne, which left her bodice to gap wide open. Jason gulped, and Margaret suppressed a hearty chuckle. Jason couldn’t take his eyes off the front of the girl’s bodice where the thin nightgown revealed a deep cleavage and outlined her full bosom.
The poor dear looked mortified when she realized the direction of Jason’s glazed stare. When she had a secure grip on the bowl, she clutched the robe tighter and passed Margaret the potatoes.
Oh, this was such fun w atching Jason squirm like a worm at the end of a fishing line, and it was only going to get better, or worse, whichever point of view you were looking at it from.
As t he meal progressed, Margaret chattered about life on the ranch, the children, and their antics, and pretended to be oblivious to Jason’s grunts and the girl’s muteness.
Margaret studied the would-be-bride as she silently helped Emma with her peas. She wiped Emma’s little chin free of food, that had oozed from of her mouth, when she grinned. The baby didn’t easily take to strangers, but she didn’t appear to be afraid of this one.
Jason stared at their guest and something intense flared in his eyes. Did he hope to get another glimpse inside the bodice the girl clutched
“Ready?” she asked. “I’m sure Jason has supper ready by now and the children are most likely up and driving him crazy.” Margaret surveyed her creation with a critical eye. Yes, the robe was just large enough to tempt and tantalize without being obvious.
T he girl glanced down at her nightclothes, then up to Margaret’s face. Apprehension filled her eyes. Margaret almost felt guilty. Almost, but not quite.
“You’re fine dear. It’s just family , and after supper you can go right back to bed.” With that settled Margaret pushed, cajoled, and shoved the reluctant girl out of the room.
As she suspected, Tyler stood beside Jason bombarding him with questions. Jason turned to put food on the hot pads on the table and had to sidestep Emma who crawled under the table to get away from Janey. Janey dropped down on all fours and scooted in beside her.
“Come on children let’s take our places at the table.” She snatched Emma up and Janey clutched at Margaret’s skirt to raise herself from the floor.
Jason took his seat at the end of the table. She placed Tyler to his left, knowing he would demand most of his uncle’s attention, taking it away from Emma on his right. She insisted the ‘girl’ take the seat, which she, Margaret, regularly occupied next to Emma. Janey sat beside Tyler. She slid into the chair opposite the end of Jason, which offered her a perfect view of him and their guest.
Emma sat on a large pan in a chair with a drying towel tied around her middle. The baby needed constant attention to make sure she didn’t slide out, and to help her eat. Margaret wanted to see how the girl would react to the child. If they failed to respond to one another, she would have to abandon her idea.
She sat back and waited for the entertainment to begin.
Ja son bowed his head, said grace, then passed bowls of food around the table. He helped himself to several spoons of whipped potatoes, placed some on Emma’s plate, and then passed it to the ‘girl’. The poor girl tried to hold the loose robe together at the neck with one hand and grasp the bowl with the other. Margaret nearly choked on her laughter when their fingers touched, and Jason well nigh dropped the bowl. Modesty forgotten, the girl grabbed the bowl with both hands to keep it air borne, which left her bodice to gap wide open. Jason gulped, and Margaret suppressed a hearty chuckle. Jason couldn’t take his eyes off the front of the girl’s bodice where the thin nightgown revealed a deep cleavage and outlined her full bosom.
The poor dear looked mortified when she realized the direction of Jason’s glazed stare. When she had a secure grip on the bowl, she clutched the robe tighter and passed Margaret the potatoes.
Oh, this was such fun w atching Jason squirm like a worm at the end of a fishing line, and it was only going to get better, or worse, whichever point of view you were looking at it from.
As t he meal progressed, Margaret chattered about life on the ranch, the children, and their antics, and pretended to be oblivious to Jason’s grunts and the girl’s muteness.
Margaret studied the would-be-bride as she silently helped Emma with her peas. She wiped Emma’s little chin free of food, that had oozed from of her mouth, when she grinned. The baby didn’t easily take to strangers, but she didn’t appear to be afraid of this one.
Jason stared at their guest and something intense flared in his eyes. Did he hope to get another glimpse inside the bodice the girl clutched
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