“Reuben has a mule, a very good mule.”
Marion laughed at that, putting her goblet on the floor to avoid spilling it. Piebald chuckled along and shifted closer on the bed. “Do I shock you?” he asked.
“Beyond words,” said Marion.
“I do not believe that for a moment,” said Piebald, and he kissed her.
She slid her hand onto his thigh, then up to find the hardness in his tight hose. He must have taken that as an invitation, not unreasonably, and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
The other bed creaked, and Marion broke away to see Daniel moving towards the door. “Daniel,” she said. He froze. “Sit back down and wait awhile. We will not forget about you, will we?” She addressed this last to Piebald, who had slipped his hands around her waist.
“Your escort is quite memorable,” said Piebald.
