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A Man And A Woman by Robin Schone6/23/2023 Megan blinked at Muhamed’s peremptory manner. “You will not wear a corset to our picnic.” Shadow had cloaked her nakedness before the thin cotton chemise would not conceal the changes that age had wrought in her body-breasts that were too soft hips that were too rounded. “Oh.” She flushed, suddenly, painfully aware of the sunshine that warmed her back and starkly revealed a patch of chipped paint on the wall behind him. “They did not have a picnic basket,” he said without preamble. And perforce had to step back to prevent Muhamed from walking over her.Ī black cloak billowed after him. The entire inn would know that Muhamed sought entrance to her room if he continued knocking. Stomach roiling with nervous anticipation, she coiled the braid on top of her head and secured it with pins. “One moment!” she called out, mouth full of hairpins. Hurriedly, she slipped into her chemise and rebraided her hair. They belonged to a woman who was resigned to widowhood, not to a woman who planned upon demonstrating to a eunuch that he was a man. She realized with dismay that all of her clothes were black. Megan pulled out a black skirt and bodice.
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