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chicken house,” she offered.
He nodded and then left the bedroom, giving her some privacy, and trying not to think of how her perfect breast had felt in his hand. For such a small woman, she had breasts that begged for attention.
As soon as Cray left the room, Jordan quickly dressed, and then she made the bed. It was important to her to prove she had some good upbringing from her Aunt Hermione, and she knew enough to make the bed first thing in the morning. After that was done, she found a basket in the kitchen she could use to gather the eggs. She went outside to the chicken house and then inside to where the hens left their treats. Jordan was delighted to find nine eggs. They would have a great breakfast, and she would have enough left over to bake a cake. After so long without any sort of luxuries, and certainly not enough eggs, sugar, and flour to make a dessert, Jordan was nearly giddy with the very idea of baking a cake again. Even when Aunt Hermione lived, there wasn’t often enough for a treat.
While Jordan worked on preparing their breakfast, her mind couldn’t help thinking about what happened earlier. The pretty redhead was startled to realize that she could still feel his touch on her skin. It hadn’t been unpleasant. His hand was warm and quite gentle as he fondled her. She wondered what would have happened if she hadn’t interrupted him. Would he have touched her elsewhere? She was curious as could be and had lots of questions, but she was so shy she didn’t know who she could ask for more information. Perhaps Alice would be able to help her fill in the blanks? All Jordan knew at this point was that she didn’t feel disgusted, and it was a new feeling for her when it came to men. When Ike Kellogg touched her, she felt panic, and like she needed to scrub his touch off of her body. She certainly didn’t feel that way right now.
By the time Cray came inside she had the table all set and their meal ready. “Breakfast is done,” she called to him as he washed his hands.
“I’m ready for it; smells good,” he said, and then walked over to take his seat. She put a plate in front of him, and it was covered with food. “Looks good, too,” he added. He waited patiently while she filled another plate for herself, and then she sat down, her hands folded in her lap and her eyes downcast. Cray thought she was waiting for him to offer grace, and since he had no problem with that, he gave thanks. When she still sat there with her eyes downward, he asked, “Jordan, what is wrong?”
“Nothing,” she quickly answered.
“Don’t fib to me; I will spank you for lying to me,” he warned. “I always want the truth. Now, tell me, what is wrong?” His dark eyes watched her intently.
Jordan didn’t want to answer. “I don’t feel right,” she finally whispered.
“Are you sick?” he asked, concerned. He quickly got to his feet, rounded the table, and placed his large hand on her forehead to check for fever, but her skin was cool to the touch.
“I’m not ill,” she replied, trying to shrug away when he touched her. “I’m not sick!” she repeated, trying to get away.
“I don’t like hem-hawing around, little girl,” he warned. “Talk to me right now and stop playing games. Why don’t you feel right?”
“I’m too embarrassed to say,” she explained, and then burst into tears. “Please eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Please,” she said in a firmer tone of voice.
“I will eat, but only if you eat, too.”
“I’ll eat,” she agreed, picking up her fork.
Cray decided he was too hungry to play guessing games with his wife. After they finished, he would get to the bottom of things… one way or another.
Jordan enjoyed her breakfast, but she looked anywhere but at Cray. She just couldn’t let him discover how her body reacted to his touch. It was too embarrassing, and she was afraid he would get the wrong idea about her. She wasn’t that kind of woman.
“Did I fix
He nodded and then left the bedroom, giving her some privacy, and trying not to think of how her perfect breast had felt in his hand. For such a small woman, she had breasts that begged for attention.
As soon as Cray left the room, Jordan quickly dressed, and then she made the bed. It was important to her to prove she had some good upbringing from her Aunt Hermione, and she knew enough to make the bed first thing in the morning. After that was done, she found a basket in the kitchen she could use to gather the eggs. She went outside to the chicken house and then inside to where the hens left their treats. Jordan was delighted to find nine eggs. They would have a great breakfast, and she would have enough left over to bake a cake. After so long without any sort of luxuries, and certainly not enough eggs, sugar, and flour to make a dessert, Jordan was nearly giddy with the very idea of baking a cake again. Even when Aunt Hermione lived, there wasn’t often enough for a treat.
While Jordan worked on preparing their breakfast, her mind couldn’t help thinking about what happened earlier. The pretty redhead was startled to realize that she could still feel his touch on her skin. It hadn’t been unpleasant. His hand was warm and quite gentle as he fondled her. She wondered what would have happened if she hadn’t interrupted him. Would he have touched her elsewhere? She was curious as could be and had lots of questions, but she was so shy she didn’t know who she could ask for more information. Perhaps Alice would be able to help her fill in the blanks? All Jordan knew at this point was that she didn’t feel disgusted, and it was a new feeling for her when it came to men. When Ike Kellogg touched her, she felt panic, and like she needed to scrub his touch off of her body. She certainly didn’t feel that way right now.
By the time Cray came inside she had the table all set and their meal ready. “Breakfast is done,” she called to him as he washed his hands.
“I’m ready for it; smells good,” he said, and then walked over to take his seat. She put a plate in front of him, and it was covered with food. “Looks good, too,” he added. He waited patiently while she filled another plate for herself, and then she sat down, her hands folded in her lap and her eyes downcast. Cray thought she was waiting for him to offer grace, and since he had no problem with that, he gave thanks. When she still sat there with her eyes downward, he asked, “Jordan, what is wrong?”
“Nothing,” she quickly answered.
“Don’t fib to me; I will spank you for lying to me,” he warned. “I always want the truth. Now, tell me, what is wrong?” His dark eyes watched her intently.
Jordan didn’t want to answer. “I don’t feel right,” she finally whispered.
“Are you sick?” he asked, concerned. He quickly got to his feet, rounded the table, and placed his large hand on her forehead to check for fever, but her skin was cool to the touch.
“I’m not ill,” she replied, trying to shrug away when he touched her. “I’m not sick!” she repeated, trying to get away.
“I don’t like hem-hawing around, little girl,” he warned. “Talk to me right now and stop playing games. Why don’t you feel right?”
“I’m too embarrassed to say,” she explained, and then burst into tears. “Please eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Please,” she said in a firmer tone of voice.
“I will eat, but only if you eat, too.”
“I’ll eat,” she agreed, picking up her fork.
Cray decided he was too hungry to play guessing games with his wife. After they finished, he would get to the bottom of things… one way or another.
Jordan enjoyed her breakfast, but she looked anywhere but at Cray. She just couldn’t let him discover how her body reacted to his touch. It was too embarrassing, and she was afraid he would get the wrong idea about her. She wasn’t that kind of woman.
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