Page 127 of New Storm Rising
Well, handkerchiefs. Why not?
Only, I suddenly realized, as I unfolded the cloth on the top of the pile…handkerchiefs weren’t usually triangular. And they most certainly didn’t have two straps that looked like they would be used to—
Heat flooded my face. Noticing, Nelly gave me a wink, and meaningfully patted her bum.
I thought you might appreciate a little gift from a more experienced married woman…
What the heck! She was giving mewomen’s underwear? And skimpy ones, at that! And that was coming from someone who regularly spent time with Miss Amy Weston, the terror of all overprotective mothers and suspicious wives! I had seen lingerie that would make French nude models faint, and had heard jokes that could burn the ears off Venus herself. Yet still,these things…!
What I held was hardly more than a scrap of cloth with a few strings! How small exactly did she think my butt was? I didn’t need a magnifying glass to find it, for heaven’s sake!
“How, um, nice,” I managed. “And so generous. You gave me…oh my. One, two, three…three…four…five…six dozen?”
Nelly winked. “You’ll run through them in no time, you’ll see. And it’s always good to have a few spares while the others are being washed.”
My eyes nearly bugged out. A few spares while the others…
What kind of massive marathon of dirty sex did this woman think we were having?!
“Don’t worry too much.” The sex-fiend of a woman patted my shoulder. “These should last you a while. You shouldn’t need more than ten to twelve per day.”
My mouth dropped open.
What thebloody hell?
“I know it can be a bit overwhelming in the beginning.” The sweet, innocent-looking sex-fiend…no, sex-demoncalled Nelly patted my shoulder again. “But you’ll get used to it soon enough.”
No. No, I really don’t think I will.
“Um, thanks.” Grabbing the…linens, I stashed them away in the coach behind me. “Thank you very much.” Then, stepping over to Nelly’s husband, Jack, I patted his back and lowered my voice. “You’re a very brave man.”
“Um…thanks?”
“And here,” Nelly picked that moment to pipe up. “I’ve got a present for you, too.”
Then she stepped towards Mr Rikkard Ambrose.
I nearly bit my tongue off. Terror-stricken, I watched as Nelly the succubus in disguise reached into a bag and pulled out—
Quickly, I closed my eyes.
“Hm. Well…” I heard Mr Ambrose say.
Oh my God oh my God oh my God what does that mean? Did she really give him—
An image of Mr Rikkard Ambrose in tiny tighty-whities popped up in front of my inner eye. Instantly, I banished it!
Or at least tried to.
The image flexed its muscles and took up an imposing posture. Well-defined abs glinted in my mental sunlight—
Go! Go away!
The image arrogantly cocked its head in a “You think you can order me around?” kind of way. Then it pulled out a bottle from nowhere and started rubbing oil all over its ripped body.
Gah! Not now! I’m in front of people!
Taking a deep, calming breath, I banished the half-naked Mr Rikkard Ambrose from my mind. He gave a last provocative wiggle of his juicy derriere, and then was gone. I opened my eyes.
