In her rich toned red hair a tiny tuft of feathers at the front, no hat, just the little pheasant plumes and the winding silver wire that held her coppery locks in place in a tight French coif. Or even better, a wild one; for she and her beau could be quite the raunchy pair, when he had the energy and she had the freedom from parental duties. xxx18 Worked too, the audacity of a such a brazen tyke looking up a lady’s dress, his mother’s at that! Have I seen it?’ Zelda’s eyes shone and she took a sip of her drink. Nor would there be any naughtiness tonight. She imagined the stripped young woman stretched out before her lover, ready to have him, but tortured by this tickling brush as it teased her
