The spring sunlight was dazzling, illuminating a room filled with romantic warmth through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Good morning, madam."
Harry Hunter kissed the little woman in his arms, unable to keep his hands off her curvaceous figure.
It's as if the Creator favored her: jade-like skin and perfect proportions that made him intoxicated.
Isabella Weaver opened her eyes, dazed, and replied, "Good morning, Mr. Hunter."
Then she kissed him back.
Harry's diligent coaching yielded some results; she had indeed gotten used to giving him a good morning kiss upon waking.
"Are we still going on a spring outing?"
Isabella snuggled closer in his arms with her eyes closed, her voice lazy, "What time is it?"
"A little after nine, still early."
Still early?!
Isabella suddenly became more alert, sprang up, and then, with an "ow," lay back down again.
Her whole body was sore!
