<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107414.msg4799053#msg4799053">Quote from: MistressofPen on 17-06-2011, 18:27:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Day Two-</strong> preparations for Mr. Markham<br/><br/>Irene was startled by the big man’s presence by the stairs.  She’d been right; he was tall.  <br/><br/>She gave him a lifted shoulder shrug.  “As you wish, Mr. Markham.  I’ll make the request for bathwater.”  She gave him a look up and down.  “You might require extra.  Water,” she clarified, then followed his gaze down to her feet.  Hell, this was what she was wearing?  "You want to wash <em>my</em> feet?"  Irene pulled a face and turned away to make her water request of the kitchen staff.  They were not pleased and she didn’t care.  She asked for a bread and some butter and the cook put them in a basket, shoved it into Irene’s arms and then, Irene was pretty sure she insulted her as she pushed her out of the kitchen.  Irene just smiled.<br/><br/>Returning to Mr. Markham, Irene gestured for the stairs and led the way since the man didn’t move.  "I'd guess your clock started now, sunshine."<br/><br/>=--&gt; Irene’s Room<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sam pulled his timepiece out of its pocket and silently did the arithmetic as Irene started up the stairs.  No one in his life had ever called him sunshine.  For some reason he liked that she did.  It fit her saucy manner.  Sam grinned broadly as he watched the sway of her hips as they climbed the stairs.  Irene had a very trim but nicely shaped body with nice curves in all the right places. He was hypnotized by how her chemise moved so deliciously over her skin. With its nice shimmering sheen it seemed to add a very erotic effect to her very sensuous body.  He slowed his pace a bit as they cleared the bottom two thirds of the steps.  He glanced up just to satisfy his curiosity.  He sighed when he was rewarded.  At the top of the stairs they turned and walked a short distance along the balcony-like hallway until Irene stopped in front of a door that appeared to be to her room.<br/><br/>“Will we be bathing here Irene, or elsewhere?  I don’t like leaving my weapons unsecured.”  He winked at her with a flirtatious grin.  “You know . . . the rifle and the pistol.”<br/><br/>“Yep,” he thought to himself as his eyes stayed on her.  “I’m definitely going to enjoy his time with her.”<br/><br/>=--> Irene’s Room<br/>