Oh, such a wicked thought. “Sir Guy, I’ve been very naughty. I’m bouncing on the bed, see? I’m staying up and I won’t go to sleep until I’ve had another cup of mead and a story and … well, you are going to have to come deal with me, aren’t you?”
Sir Guy sniffs (very manfully, of course), shoots me a sidelong glance with those kohl-rimmed eyes, and murmurs, “Well, that’s it, then. She’s asking for it . . .” Well, yes, dear Guy, as a matter of fact, I think she IS.
Ah, I think Wydville was being extremely stroppy and he had to spend extra time correcting her . . . might have thrown the poor man’s schedule right off.
You have no idea how much correction “wydville” needs. Another night when I haven’t shirked quite so much, perhaps? But don’t count on it, Judit, my dear. I plan to continue being very stroppy. Very stroppy indeed.
Oh, such a wicked thought. “Sir Guy, I’ve been very naughty. I’m bouncing on the bed, see? I’m staying up and I won’t go to sleep until I’ve had another cup of mead and a story and … well, you are going to have to come deal with me, aren’t you?”
what a shame, I read too late, I’m already awake, it was an attractive punishment
Sir Guy, you know how to be persuasive …
Stop it. I’ve got a day’s work to get through!!
And you know how Sir Guy punishes wenches who shirk work…
Oh, yes, he’s quite hard with shirkers.
**smirk, smirk; wink, wink, nudge, nudge**
say no more, say no more.
Right. That’s it then. I’m downing tools, crossing my arms and, er, shirking.
Sir Guy sniffs (very manfully, of course), shoots me a sidelong glance with those kohl-rimmed eyes, and murmurs, “Well, that’s it, then. She’s asking for it . . .” Well, yes, dear Guy, as a matter of fact, I think she IS.
*giggle* sorry!!
Hmmm, I have been a very bad bad bad girl, lol.
Have a nice week-end.
Same to you, April. My, Sir Guy certainly has his work cut out for him. But then he likes a good challenge.
Ohh yes please Guy come to my chamber I’ll be waiting!!!
I think Storyteller Guy will be busy the entire night with all these naughty little wenches . . .
Oh, we’ll keep him busy all night, all night long… I’ve got a pan of brownies in the fridge, should he need fortification.
I was up until 2 am last night but Guy never turned up…
Well, you can’t have been a very bad girl then — or have you checked your Outlook for a meeting request?
Ah, I think Wydville was being extremely stroppy and he had to spend extra time correcting her . . . might have thrown the poor man’s schedule right off.
You have no idea how much correction “wydville” needs. Another night when I haven’t shirked quite so much, perhaps? But don’t count on it, Judit, my dear. I plan to continue being very stroppy. Very stroppy indeed.
wydville, I can “out-strop” anybody, And I mean, anybody!!! So you’ll have some competition!