After a few hours and some dilly-dally, Georgette made it on time, wearing her best suit and gearing for some rigorous activity. She wanted it so bad that she left her undergarment and let the cool wind of the night flow beneath her skirt.
She shivered with excitement and cold, it was starless and the bleak sky was a bit strange. She hugged herself as she stood, looking around for her lover. She wore her favorite hood, her long, flowing red riding hood which was once owned by her mother.Her one hell of a slutty mother.Smiling to herself, well, what's the difference? She is just like her mother.The chilly air was biting her skin. She rubbed her palm to her arms and checked her boots, she felt her toes were curling up. She was freezing.Where could Wolfram be at this hour? He should be here right now, she mused.Just as she thought he stood her up, something caught her attention, On the right side above her, she saw something marvelous, something big and standing beautiful. Her man, in his beautiful wolf form.“Wolfie,” she whispered with a smile.He jumped from the bed of rocks he was standing on and landed in his human form. Fully naked and gorgeous.His black coal mane reaching his shoulder flowed in the air, his lean but firm muscles were a sight she couldn’t take her eyes off, his prepubescent growth indicated in his face, still looking young but a kid no more, he was taller, a few inches against her also a bit lovelier this evening. Then she realized, he wore no clothing.Georgette gasped in awe and turned red as she saw his genitalia and his sinewy flesh, his hard rock abs and his wide chest filled with black curly chest hair.He smirked and walked near her. “Do you like the view, my love?”“I was just..a little overwhelmed and... Oh,” then her eyes went down there. “You’re getting cold.” averting her eyes, seeing his long groin erect.He chuckled this time. “Come and warm me, milady,”Georgette turned her gaze to his face then blushed to see him smiling. “D-do you want me to… give you a hug?”Without any further notice, she felt being pulled into his arms and felt his hard body entangled with her soft fragile body. He growled lightly, feeling her touch and smelling her feminine scent.“Mmmm, you’re so warm and so soft,” she heard him whisper in his husky voice.“Wolfram,”“I’m going to take you to my place, it wasn’t as cozy as your hut but, it’s pretty bearable and warm,”She giggled this time, looking into his eyes. His crystal clear blue eyes. It shone like a diamond especially when her desire reflected his.She tiptoed and leaned closer, he accepted it and claimed her lips once again. “Let's get a warmer, milady,”In one quick motion, she felt his powerful arms lifting her and carrying her then in one split second, they were running fast. Gaining enough speed to get to his place before he couldn’t help it.He put her down and let her marvel at his humble home. It was huge, surrounded by rock formations, and illuminated with a dimly lit atrium that seemed as huge as the crater of the moon.He also had some lovely furniture, some chairs and tables made in brass and gold, a long banquet filled with jewels and candelabras, some fruits, pasteurized cheese and nuts arranged in a board, cold meat and some preserved morsel, finely cut into thin strips and cubes, a bottle of chilled wine in the bucket filled with cold water.A fire pit was blazing on the near end of the banquet to their left. While a sheepskin rug splayed over under her feet and functioned as carpet.“You didn't tell me, you live in a cave,” she blurted out which he let out a hearty laugh.“Haven't I told you yet?”Her eyes were practically roaming when she felt her hand on hers. She automatically turned and saw him wearing a white fur coat robe. Just like his wolfskin. “Come, I’ll show you my room,”She let him usher her to the innermost of the cave and memorized every detail of his home.“Wow,” she awed as they stepped into his chamber. “It’s beautiful,”He walked behind her and held her shoulder. “Take off your clothes, milady,”That sudden tone of his voice made her turn abruptly and see the look on his face.“I’m getting cold, I need your warm,” then he took her hand and planted small kisses upward which made her giggle.“Okay, help me with my laces,” she started unlacing her red cape hood and let it fall on the cave floor.He eagerly and gingerly put to the task of unwrapping her from behind loosing the lace of her corset. “Darn it, why do you wear this kind of clothing?”She smiled and started unbuttoning her front shirt so when she turned around, he was stunned to see her cleavage hinting at the fullness of her breasts.“Do you like the view?”“You’re magnificent, milady, pure and luscious,” he spoke mindlessly and he put his big palm over her chest. “Ahh, so warm,”“Do the honor, Wolfie, just don’t ruin my clothes,”“Gladly,” he eagerly shoved her sleeves off her arms, pulling it down until it touched the floor.Then she turned to let him untie the remaining laces on her petticoat and her full skirt. It fell to her feet and he urged her to step out of her clothing.“You’re gorgeous, the most beautiful creature I laid my eyes on,”“Stop patronizing me, I know you’re just teasing me,”“It is the truth, can’t you see the evidence? Your effect on me?”He shoved the lower part of his robe to show how his member was erected too high by the sight of her nakedness.“Oh, I didn't mean that, I apologize for making you feel…”“Aroused? I am not sorry, you just woke the beast within me, I won't stop until I sate my carnal hunger for you, Georgette,”“Does that mean you’re going to hold me captive here for days?”He chuckled and tugged her gently just to hold her close to him. “I will make love to you, again and again, and again,” placing small kisses around her neck.“Stop, you’re tickling me,” she couldn’t stop giggling.“Let's get started, shall we?”He motioned her to move with him and ushered her to the bed. Then in a single motion, he carried her into his arms and laid her gently to the mattress. His hungry eyes never left her face and her naked body. Then he peeled off the only garment he wore. Dropping the heavy fur coat to the foot of his four-poster bed.He lay next to her sideways, still couldn’t believe he had her next to him. “You are a goddess, Georgette,” putting light kisses to her face down to her collarbone and her neck.He sniffed and put a long kiss then sucked her skin. She hissed in anticipation and erotic sensation.Then he placed himself on top of her, starting to explore what she could offer. He started kissing her shoulder, licking the crevice between her two breasts while his hand was getting a bit busy cupping the other one then his mouth sucked her erected and sensitive peak on the other side.Georgette moaned and arched her back, her toes also curled as she felt his warm mouth delivering fever inside her. “Wolfie,”“I know, but we have to wait, this is your first time, it would be very painful and bloody,” he smirked as he continued to shower her with kisses.His lips explored her valleys and licked each of her curves until he reached the heart of her sex. He held her legs, set them apart and pulled her knees propping up before he snickered and started to dot kisses from her inner thigh downwards.The sensation was killing her, sending a delicious tingle all over her body. He stopped when he reached the target and blew a whistle before diving down to kiss the heart of her sex.“Oh! Ah!” she gasped and jolted up but he held her still, securing her with his hand on her flat underbelly and the other was on her right thigh.“Delicious,” he spoke before started suckling her, the motion of his tongue sent her into turbulence, giving her total madness.“Wolfram, oh!” her hand found his hair, pushing it forward.He put her calves on his shoulder as he continued to devour and taste her sweet honey.“Wolfram, it’s so… good!” she exclaimed, tilting her pelvic bone and arched her back.He snickered as he enjoyed teasing her, nipping her clit between his lips.She screamed out, together with a hot fluid flushing down between her legs, her knees shivering with joy, the euphoric sensation was sending her into madness.“Wolfram, please, I beg of you,”“Not so fast, milady,” he grunted as he positioned back to her chest, leveling her face. “I planned to make you go crazy,”With that statement, she felt something that he inserted inside her. She gasped and sighed, then closed her eyes as she felt him trying to relax her tense body.The motion got a little crazily fast and her juices flowed down again, her body was sated for the blast but what she didn’t expect was the next thing that was going to happen.He felt his own sexual hunger was also raging inside him. When he felt her body finally adjusted and finally losing up the tension, he positioned himself and found his mark, he aimed, fired, and slid down. With her silken body fluid and evidence of her arousal, his throbbing shaft met her unexplored sheath.He heard her gasp once last time, then he sighed and grunted, growled and moved in slow motion, in a steady rocking motion, moving in and out, with a hint of friction and tightness, before he felt the urge to go faster.The bed was rocking so hard and bouncing, it was like there was an ongoing earthquake.“Wolfram, oh!”“It’s okay, milady,” he held her shocked face, while continuously pounding his magnificent sword inside her.He closed his eyes, savoring the first blood, the taste of her honey and the thought of him claiming her first. “It will go away, I promise,”She nodded while bouncing, joining her lover as they were already making love for the first time. She heard him grunt, stopping then slowed down, but still thumping and they were still connected.“Why, Wolfram?” she thought her lack of expertise made him upset.He smiled and kissed her cheek. “You’re so tight, it means this is really your first time, and I’m so glad, you chose me to devirginize you,”“That's the right thing to do…you are my lover, moon lover… Oh!” She exclaimed again as she felt another fever inside her. Then she closed her eyes, clutching on his shoulder and neck as her lover was gaining speed. Pounding her with no reservation.They both moaned and growled in unison, their bodies were inseparable while their slapping skins made her go wild again. Her pelvis was feeling the pressure as he was pummeling and rocking her with passion.At last, Wolfram was feeling it coming, he buried his face in her hair, gritting his teeth, his sinewy muscles were tensed, and his shaft reached deeper sending her into madness again then she popped another climax.Panting and enjoying the moment, he slowed down, teasing her again by getting deep then swiveling like doing a circle motion. It made her scream out his name. He smiled before sucking her neck, left his mark before she demanded to do it again.He did, twice then in one final blow, hitting another erogenous region inside her. He burst out, filling her up with his seeds. He didn't pull out, didn't have time or strength to do so and marked his territory.She is his now. He finally claimed what he had longed for. To be mated with Georgette, his counterpart alpha. And soon, the mother of his offspring.*******They both lay naked, satisfied and sated as their long vigorous lovemaking finally left them both tired yet happy.Wolfram caressed her hair as it splayed to his chest which she used as her pillow.“Are you happy?” he asked while the memories of their two hours of unceasing copulation were still playing over his head.“I am grateful, because you are the love of my life, Wolfram,”He smirked, smelling her hair before kissing her top head. “I’m more grateful to you, my love, you chose to love me, despite the odds,”“I knew to myself the first time I laid my eyes on you, you’re going to be my alpha,”That confession filled Wolfram’s heart with joy. “I am too, I know the moment I saw you, you’re gonna fall for me and be obsessed with my body,”She knocked him lightly to his chest which made him chuckle. Before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.She tilted her head to look at his face. He is gorgeous, like the common debonair she had read in a book before. Older than two years, she could never see herself be with someone else other than this young lad before her. “I love you, Wolfram, with all my heart,”He smiled, smoothing her cheek before placing a kiss. They shared a long, juicy kiss before he rolled over and put her under his body again. “I love you, so much, Georgette that, I am willing to stay with you, for eternity, as long as I live, I will love you, Georgette, only you,”“We are mated forever, Wolfram,” she caressed his jaw too, showing some growing facial hair that was evidence of his adolescence, he was becoming a fine young man, in her eyes.“Make love to me again, my queen,” he whispered as he sniffed and put more kisses to her face, to her ear and her neck which was filled with bite marks and kiss marks from their long intercourse.“I am yours, Wolfie, take me all the away,”With that, he snickered, showing his perfectly white teeth and started kissing her again.They were getting so intense that he flipped her over and made her stand on four. “This is how my kind make love to his mate,” then kneeling behind her, he positioned himself and prepared to launch another intrusion into her body.She giggled, her laughter was like music to his ear. Leaning forward, hitting his erected shaft with her naked buttocks. “Show me, Wolfie, how to do it right,”He gulped in his saliva and hissed. “Damn you, Georgie, you’re going to be the death of me,” he toppled over her, dotting kisses to her shoulder, to her spine, setting aside her long, curly blonde locks. His hands found her breasts, warming them again and sliding down his hand to her navel, down to her groin and inserted two of his fingers.She gasped, throwing her back, curling up and crumpling the sheet underneath them. He tickled her again before he pulled out his fingers, lathed his member with her arousal fluid before licking them clean and inserted it inside her.They both sighed and rocked in unison. He navigated back to her and hugged her from behind while his lower body part never seized on pounding, banging and swinging back and forth making the bed rock like an earthquake.The rutting sound of the bed, the gasps and moans of his mate, made him go mad and tempted him to go faster. Soon, he indulged in his desire and went deeper, releasing his inner beast.Georgette was screaming his name as he pounced deeper and faster, hitting something inside her. Her climax flowed down again which made him more insanely aroused.He was panting, growling with his closed eyes, he let out a howl, hugging her waist and straightened his back as he felt his coming.He spilled his seeds and exploded inside her together with his scream of glory. Their union in bed matched the phenomenon that was happening outside the cave.A passing lunar eclipse occured when the moon covered the sun surface aligned to the earth and cuts off the light. A red moon arises and unbeknownst to them, a malevolent spirit is about to be spawned. Their hearts were tied forever, even the sky or heaven opposed, He will fight to the end for the love of his life. His lovely Georgette is his ultimate wish coming true.*A/N*Note to remember, please, do give your comments and voting is a duly task. Just kidding!After a long night of exchanging kisses and heart-stopping intercourse, Georgette found herself awake in the middle of the dawn. Quite thirsty and hungry, she gingerly rose from the bed, careful not to wake her man. She smiled when she glanced back at his young, beautiful and virile man. He had worn her out. They did it for almost the rest of the night and stopped at exactly midnight. She blushed when she realized how wanton she was when she wanted to go down and suck his shaft. It gagged her when he pushed himself deeper, making her cough but continued to please him. He has a long weapon of choice and she could still not believe it fit just right inside her. Groaning, she also remembered how painful it was when he first thrust in and out. But it was a wonderful experience. She wonders if this night of mischief will bring her trouble. She was walking painstakingly slow when she stopped in front of crystal clear water in a pool. It seemed to her that it served as his bathtub. She m
Her eyes fluttered open and blinded by a sheer light that slipped through the thick foliage around the trees. She sat up, feeling a bit dizzy and her sight blurry due to temporary blindness before she looked around her, she was fully naked and lying on the leaves sodded floor of the forest. Dried leaves, some vines and crawling roots. Then she looked at herself. Without rhyme or reason, she walked idly, even her legs were wobbly. Her head was ringing and throbbing, she had to stop and lean on the nearest trunk. Then her eyes glued to the reflection in the water, her beautiful and ravishing image. She suddenly touched her face, shocked to have a pair of baby blue eyes, a thin straight nose and a thick lower lip, she cracked into a wide smile. “A las, I had a flesh and this wonderful face!” she exclaimed, still couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I have to explore this body, I have to warm this skin, I want to…” she paused. “Get laid,” her wicked smile was plastered on her lovel
It was the break of dawn when the old man finished his work and fell asleep in the chair. He was dreaming of running after his toddler in the field while his heavily pregnant wife was smiling at them, waiting for them to come home. He smiled, painting a picture-perfect family together with little Miss Riding Hood when he was awakened by a voice whispering to his ear.He jolted and realized he was tied up in the chair where he sat and fell asleep. The giggling continued, so he looked around and saw the girl, wearing the boots he'd made overnight. “This is wonderful, grandpa, it’s light and feels comfortable,” the girl danced around, she was wearing a familiar dress. The one with a corset and fine lace, satin petticoat and dark red skirt. She was tall and the hem of the skirt was pretty short for her but the bodice and the sleeves fit perfectly for her. She was breathtaking but the old man didn’t like that dress. He frowned. “Where did you get that dress?” anger bit his heart and it
Red Riding Hood walked for several hours and felt tired and a little hungry. So sat on the log and opened her basket to get the food she’d carried with her. She partook a dried morsel, she tasted it as lamb meat and honey-cured ham. She also sliced the rye bread and drank from the wineskin she filled with water in a spring she passed by on her way. After a small picnic, she started walking, still carrying the basket and crossed the river down the hill and met an unaware woman carrying a large basket on her hip, presumably going to the river to wash the laundry. “Excuse Ma’am,” she started. “Where is this route heading? Is this the way to the town?”The laundress was surprised but smiled. “No, you’re heading to backwoods, my dear, you aren’t playing dumb to me, are you, Georgette? You know you’re way to your home,” while shaking her head. Riding Hood was stunned for words but recovered quickly. “You call me…Georgette?”The madam turned her head again, nodding. “That’s your name, or
Georgette spent the most splendid time of her life, helping her aging grandma with their household chores, starting to learn to cook meals specifically, baking goodies for their small trading while going out in the woods and sneaking to meet her lover, Wolfram at night. They would spend a blissful evening, dancing, singing and making love under the velvet night sky and taking shelter in his warm arms, wondering if they could finally announce their marital union. “I didn’t want this to end, Wolfie,” she sighed while nestling in his chest. Wolfram kissed her temple, shifting to accommodate her with his body as her bed and providing warmth for both of them. Sighing while looking aimlessly at the atrium of the cave. Keeping his silent and anticipating the impending tears that were threatening to fall anytime soon in her eyes. They just spent a romantic evening, ate their sup together in the candlelit banquet and made love after. Lying comfortably on his thick wool blanket and fur car
Riding Hood had it her way. She spent the day, completely consumed by her unruly display of lewd behavior, being had by men she just met in the street even in broad daylight, taking nothing but their strength and a few invaluable belongings. She spread her legs to older men, poked fun at the wee lad and got high in fever with her favorite lover, Salvatore, with whom she spent most of her nights in town, in return, he bought her lavish gifts and took her to a fine pub and imbibed liquor after a hearty meal before going down to their night time conquest. Either he or she controlled the game but both gained and met their needs for carnal love. After a month of living a debaucherous life, she had made a reputation, as a man-eater minx, equal to a lady killer in the form of a woman. But the town was small of her big appetite so she decided to go back to the forest and traveled to the uncharted place where she could find more men to taste and what could this life do to her. She consider
“I love you,” Were the words that came out from her lover, her man at the moment after their full-blown sex in broad daylight yesterday. She was used to getting had in mid day, in fact, this was also the time she lost her innocence with the same man but what confused her was his words, ‘I love you’ that she often heard from the men she had lain with before, after him, it was nonsense to her, she didn’t believe it, but when it came out to his mouth, it hit different. She felt it and she was terrified, for once in her life, she never felt this way. He loves her, regardless of her wanton nature and mischief before. She already told him that after him, she had other encounters with men and she had fun, he just shrugged that off and told her. “I've been there before, young lass, that was not new to me, the important thing to me is I am your first and hopefully, going to be your last,” That nonchalant demeanor and lousy confession of his feelings for her had made her more confused and k
Georgette spent the past month with worrisome and became morose knowing Wolfram would not going to come back anytime soon. It was just spring time and the month of harvest season, which was around August to September, took about three to four months. She terribly missed her lover, and she always fantasized he was just around and silently watching her like he did before, when they were both wee lass and lad. Smiling, Georgette remembered the first time she met him. He was, unlikely the man that she imagined to be, he was a trickster, often ploy to make her cry or shoo her away. He abhorred any kind of interaction with humans and he often did his thing alone. Like she also did before. As a child of her carefree mother and sired by her notorious father, growing up was never easy for her. Lucinde, her grandma raised her after her mother eloped with her father, she was just two years and three weeks when her mother went on a journey, no one heard about her until she came back two years l
WHEN Georgette woke up, there were noises around her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw two or three gals inside her tent, bustling out and busying themselves with chores, hearing their giggling and jesting then halted when they saw her, sitting up and rubbing the sleep in her eyes.“Blessed morning to you, young lady,” one on her right greeted with a smile. The lady was wearing a blue-greenish dress with a decent low cutting of neckline, revealing a slight crevice of her bosom, a bodice that showed her tiny waist, and a nice skirt that flowed like water when she moved. Georgette was enthralled by her beautiful dress but the girl’s facial features were also equally captivating with pearly skin with a sprinkle of freckles running to the bridge of her nose, her thin yet straight nose, her hazel brown pair of eyes glinting with confidence and mirth. And plump bottom lip that had a pigment of red tint, bestowing a benevolent smile. Her crowning glory was a red-brownish locks that reac
GEORGETTE was restless upon hearing what the oracle had seen in her near future. She never believed in one because her grandma told her that those things, those people who didn’t practice Christendom and use the method of black magic were evil. Her grandma told her that believing in those practices and faith, would lead anyone to evil and into darkness and God would be angered and punish those people. She was raised believing in God, the All Mighty One, and the only way of redemption to salvation. She is raised as Christian yet, having a half-blood and an affinity to the dark creature, she couldn’t say she fully believes the Doctrine of the High Church regarding Christianity. But the thing that the priestess told her bugged the inside of her. She never wanted to linger on it but her thoughts would always bring her back there, knowing her babe’s welfare was a matter of concern. She was tossing and turning, trying to erase her past trials and troubles when her reverie made her awake
Blanchett was shaking and anticipating, standing in front of the old woman, whom they considered as the priestess of the Moon, Grand Zelda was getting quite silent for a long while, after she told her about what she found out about her daughter’s lover. “So, what do you think, Old Zelda? How can you interpret the signs?” she asked once again. With pursed lips, the old woman turned, walking slowly heading to her cauldron. She lifted it from the hook and took a handful of the ashes from the unused fire pit then walked to her circle, her witching stuff and herbs, took the runes, and prayed. She was chanting in jibberish, while looking above her head then slowly lifted her two arms, the ashes on her right, and the runes on her left hand. The chanting was getting loud and the old woman's voice was getting pitchy before screaming. Then dropped the ashes and the rune stones on the ground. The stones landed perfectly on the carpet while others were standing to Blanchett’s surprise. The
Red had been going in circles, she tried to trace back the last landmark she passed earlier on but the rock formations and the trees that she was seeing around were all the same. Then she followed a trail heading to an inlet and led her into the marsh, she didn’t know if she would be able to go back to where the last sign that she memorized when she entered the dark forest. She planned to harm Georgette and left her in the wilderness but she was the one that was lost. Annoyed and tired, she stomped her feet and marched her way to the grassland, hoping to find someone or something that would help her get out of this forsaken place. She sighed angrily, thinking that Georgette had tricked her and gnawed with loathsome despair to scratch the smile on that bitch’s face. “Bitch! I will kill you if I happen to find you!” she vindicated, throwing an angry fist in the air. She continued to walk, looking around and feeling a little distressed, she felt someone was watching her. She didn’
Wolfram was agitated. His mind was trying to concentrate on the inauguration of the rain season, to fill every aqueduct and riverbank and flows to the artificial channels preparing for the summer so that in harvesting season, the water supply was sufficient and prevented a drought and barren soil in the heat of this coming summer. He kept his worries at bay but his heart was longing for someone, his loneliness and emptiness were getting stronger as weeks passed by and his mind couldn’t take her away from his reverie. He missed her, so badly. Every time he was alone, he would hear voices, her whispers, her laughter, and her cries. His bonny maiden. His love, his life. His heart is calling for Georgette. His eyes fluttered open, his mind couldn’t keep this up and it might ruin the ritual. “You are quite distraught, my child, what is it? Is it about her again?” The voice from a female vixen broke the silence. He didn’t reply, knowing she already knew. It was a waste of time to deny
Joachim’s stern face scared Blanchett. She knew that her husband wouldn’t like the tidings that she just broke to him lightly, trying to lessen the intensity of his wrath. Soon, he grabbed the table and threw it outside. He snatched another chair and smashed it, she tried to stop him but he was furious, full of emotions and disappointment. It took a while before her husband stopped, sending the whole place into a disastrous sight. “Why did we let this happen to her?” he asked more to himself. Turning his back to her. She knew he was crying, angry, dumbstruck, and guilty, she could tell to his tensed back and panting the anguish of a father who failed to protect his daughter. Blanchett was speechless, she also blamed herself for what happened and why this happened. They abandoned their child, their firstborn child. “This is not your fault, Joachim, we didn’t want this to happen,”“But why my daughter?” he turned, showing his crystal tears and his dejected face. “She’s my daughter
Blanchett watched her son disappear into the forest with his peers, running and squealing, jesting and fooling around. She could still hear them, smiling to herself before she decided to look for her other child. She closed her eyes and let other senses help her in searching, she opened her eyes, getting the exact location. A thing she acquired when she turned together her unique power to sense someone’s intention behind the skin deep. They said it was innate in her, but Joachim concluded that it was her gift.A testament that their ancestors and deity accepted her as their member, she became one of the most powerful bay wolves in the tribe, second to Grand Zelda, the witch doctor and the only eldest left in the Rugabaga tribe. Joachim’s foster mother, whom she considered as her mother-in-law. Her daughter was in the vale, sitting in the huge stone and rock formation that served as the laundry and backwoods of their camp. Sighing, Blanchett realized that her daughter was missing hom
Georgette got bored and tried to ease it by walking out of her tent. Eyes were always on her anywhere she went, hugging herself and tugging her hood up, she hurriedly walked but bumped into someone’s chest. An arm caught her before she fell to the ground, then steadied her back to her feet. “I beg your pardon, Sir... I… was not looking,” she apologized, lowering her head. “It was nothing, young lass, but next time, watch your step,” the man, who saved him spoke and walked to her side. She didn’t look back at him, she didn’t even have a face to look at him but she heard him calling her name. So she turned just to see how charming and captivating the man was with his gorgeous grin and hazel brown eyes. “Welcome to Rugabaga, Georgette,” then he turned his back, leaving her the impression that he was flirting with him with that wink. She shook her head and smiled to herself, then she continued to walk when her brother jumped on her side which made her jerk up. “I got you with that!”
The sound of a loud horn blowing in the air made Georgette yell out and wide awake. Jerking up, she looked at her surroundings, checking where she was and why she was lying on a bed. Slowly sitting up, whispers from the outside of this huge tent, the flap was closed but she could hear the voices of the people, chatting or was it just her imagination? She looked at the interior and spied out for any sign of hostility, a canopy of thick fabric laid decoratively above her head and some outlandish ornaments hanging horizontally in a string tied in the bedpost where she lay. The mattress was tufted, lumps of cotton and sheepskins, sewn pieces to pieces to make a huge twin-sized bed. She also checked the thick yet downy piece of fabric that lay over her as a blanket. She lay it on her cheek and rubbed it against her hand, it was soft as cotton and thick as wool. Then a voice, a lad blurted out, peeping on the flap of the opening and saw her adoring the blanket. “Mom, She’s awake! Come!”