Her turn.
Thursday January 8, 2009
“Oh, Eliza!” she cried, her hand on her sister’s knee. “I am so sorry. It would have been such a lovely party.” She lay down next to Eliza on the chaise and rested her head on her sister’s breast. “I swear I’ll make it up to you the next time I play the maid.”
“Ah, Lucy,” said Eliza. Lucy was idly unfastening Eliza’s chemise, baring her belly. Eliza stroked her sister’s golden hair as Lucy planted one red kiss and then another between the lace. “You’re still the maid tonight. It’s not my turn until tomorrow morning.”