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apparition, at last picking it out from the row of bushes by the back gate close to the woods. The objects before his eyes seemed to blend in with the gate and then vanish.
    Turning away from the window, he sprinted out of the room and down the hall to the back door. He exited the house and jogged through the garden, slowing his pace when he neared the back gate. Pausing, he listened for any sound before lifting the latch to exit.
    The woods stretched out before him at the edge of the lawn, cool and dark. Straining for a sound, he loped across the grass, at last catching the faint thud of the pony’s feet on the pine needle carpeting of the forest floor. He turned in the direction of the sound, feeling his way with caution along the darkened path. He tripped, trying to make his way through the dark, and winced, fearing his clumsiness would alert his prey. For a moment he thought he lost them, until the slight thud again emerged from the normal night noises of crickets and frogs. In time, the rush of the little waterfall replaced all other sounds. The air cooled and took on a welcome, refreshing dampness. Keeping to the cover of the bushes lining the pool, he observed the figure separate from the pony. The covering of clouds obscured Tyrone’s view. Long hair flowed loose down the woman’s back as she stepped to the bank and slipped her dress over her head. She bent to sit on the edge, glancing over her shoulder, as if sensing him there and then waded into the water.
    It appeared his wood nymph was back. Stepping forward he tugged off his breeches, shirt, and boots. This time he did not intend to let her go as easily. As quietly as possible he eased into the water. She took no notice of him as she floated toward the fall on her back, her pert breasts catching the moon’s rays before once again slipping behind the clouds. Sinking under the water he swam in her direction, resurfacing an arm’s reach away.
    With a gasp she flipped over and tread water. Her face turned to him, her features indistinguishable in the dark. “Who is there?”
    He smiled. “It is just I, sweet wood nymph, come to pay homage to your glorious beauty once again.”
    “
You.
Leave me be.” Tilting her head as if listening she tread water with one hand, crossing the other over her breasts.
    His smile fled as he recognized the familiar lilt.
Miss Daysland is my mysterious wood nymph.
    Intrigued he swam closer, reducing the distance between them. “Why? I have permission to wander this forest.”
    “I think not.”
    Reaching out he grasped the arm covering her breasts and yanked her to him.
    A squeal of outrage laced with fear fled her lips. “Unhand me! What do you want with me?”
    “I merely desire to pick up where we left off.” Before she could protest his lips found hers. He covered them, licking the tiny droplets of water from their plump surfaces. She shivered, whimpering as he stroked his tongue along her bottom one, and then sighed. Seeing his opportunity he slipped his tongue between her lips to explore her inner recesses, pulling her in full against his nakedness as he did so. She stiffened and for a moment he thought she would fight him, but instead her arms encircled his neck, her fingers playing with the little curls at the nape. Growing bolder he deepened his kiss, moving his hand to play with the tight nub on her breast. This time she tore her lips from his with a startled gasp.
    Flailing in the water, she splashed his face. “Release me this instant.”
    The tremble of her limbs and the high note of alarm in her demand compelled him to step back and release her. As he opened his mouth to apologize he lost his footing on the slick, rocky bottom. Down he went, under the water, fumbling to find purchase on the pool bottom. By the time he found firm footing, she reached the bank. After scrambling up it she tugged on her discarded dress.
    “Miss Daysland, wait!” He waded to shore. “I am sorry, I did not mean to behave in such