Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

Poor Lily Vance, though; she would suffer… and she was so pretty. But Chief Archer had said something about a manslaughter charge being acceptable… whatever that was… and that she wouldn't have too long to serve in prison. Really, she shouldn't even have to go. Silk Weaver and those other two horrible men should be behind bars, yet, they hadn't been charged with any thing… simply because she, Mom and Jamey had refused to talk about it. Now, Silk Weaver was running the Diamond Dell. It just wasn't fair… but she didn't want to think anymore about that and spoil her day.

She scratched at Lonny's ears instead, and let the handsome figure of Mike Sawyer play in her mind. He'd really smiled at her today, just before it clouded up and started to rain, and she'd felt his eyes following her as she walked toward the main house, letting her buttocks work a little overtime and pretending to watch Lonny as he romped and played in front of her.

Sooner or later, she thought to herself… and she was absolutely sure it would be a delicious time… but she had to let him think that he was seducing her. After all, he would be her first real man… even though she wasn't a virgin any longer. Lord, she wondered if she would ever learn all the necessary things a girl had to know and do to trap her men?

Then, her mother laughed again, the pleasant sound coming to her from the other end of the end of the house, and she reached out to run her fingers lightly along Sir Launcelot's warm, hairy belly toward his hind legs. She tweaked him there mischievously and he whimpered in response.

"Come on, darling," she whispered excitedly. "Let's you and me go to my room and pretend at napping. I have an entrancing idea… and I haven't felt as… as sleepy as that night at the farm."

She hopped up quickly, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes sparkling with certain licentious lights as the great animal bounced to his feet, his ears standing high, devoted brown eyes staring faithfully at her.

"And we'll lock the door," she whispered, bending to stroke his massive head once more. "I don't like my nap interrupted… do you?"