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Ian would.
“Yes, he would,” she whispered, reading my thoughts. “But he’s not many men.”
“True,” I muttered.
“To answer your question, most men, not yours, though there’s an element to it with him as well, it’s inescapable for them, are ruled by a certain appendage, just one of them, the one they think is so important. And when they want to bury it into something someone else is enjoying, they do the most delightful things.”
“So it was all a game,” I remarked.
“I lost,” she said.
She sure did.
And I was sad about it because, even if the games she was playing were far from cool, she was kind of a kick.
She then looked beyond me, into nothing.
“Our time is done. She’s calling,” she told me.
I turned to peer where she was looking.
There was nothing.
I turned back to Dorothy.
She and her chair were gone.
I looked again the other way, and suddenly I was standing.
She was twisted to me, another woman, wearing a long, heavy cream dress with light-blue silk lining the wide, voluminous bell sleeves. It was edged at the hem with an embroidered ribbon of blue and gold. The close-fitting sleeves of her underdress were pale yellow. The belt hanging around her waist was a cord of light blue.
Her hair was unfettered, but blue ribbons had been woven through it around her crown and they trailed in the abundance of the golden-honey blonde hair tumbling to her waist at the back.
She held a hand to me, and her lovely face was filled with excitement.
“Come.” She rounded her hand impatiently. “Come! He’s arriving.”
She didn’t wait for me.
She started running, through the arched gate made of thick stone and connected to walls spanning the area.
I ran after her.
A group of horses rode over the moors.
Gaily, she turned back to me, laughing and still running.
“He’s arriving!” she cried.
A horse broke from the pack, kicked into a gallop, heading straight to her.
“Watch out!” I yelled.
I thought horse and rider would hit her, but with the chainmail of his armor clinking, the big, fair-haired warrior on its back just scooped her up and planted her in front of him.
The horse trundled to a stop and then started sniffing at the brush and heather as the two on its back went at it, full embrace, straight-up make-out session, mouths fused, hands roaming all over each other. He even cupped her breast over her dress and squeezed.
He broke the kiss and told her, “We’ve a guest.”
