Chapter Eight
They ate some of the cheese and bread with a spiced apple spread while the water heated, and when it boiled Lucky carried the pot for her while Mary carried another filled with cold water. He watched the sway of her bottom as she climbed the steps and his c**k stirred. She was about to be naked in a tub and she wanted him to leave? Not hardly. He wanted to show her his idea of a Sunday morning worship service. Of course it would have to be quick so they could still make church if she insisted.
He followed her into the bathing chamber, a room barely big enough for the two of them. Mary set her pot down and as Lucky poured the hot water into a slipper bath made of copper she added oil, filling the room with the scent of lavender. Light from the single window flooded the east-
