and to me.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. And dancing with Mary was no big thing. She and all the children looked nice today and I was proud of them. The clothes and all I mean,” Jacob whispered.
“It was a big thing. Mary was nearly bursting and I know you did it to make her happy. It was a kind gesture.” Olive chuckled. “And even the Spinster Wilkins had a dance partner today. My, oh my.”
“Don’t call yourself that,” Jacob said.
“Well, I am a spinster. I don’t even mind. It allows me to be eccentric and throw caution to the wind. My father’s sister was a spinster and my mother said that was why she talked to herself. I’m named after her you know.” Olive laughed softly into the still air. “Mary and John will soon giggle at me like James and I did at our Aunt Olive.”
“Why did you dance with the sheriff?” Jacob asked. The room was still except for the soft pattering of rain on the roof.
“Because he asked,” she finally replied.
Olive lay awake for a while until the regular breathing of the children lulled her in its monotony to sleep. The last conscious thought in her head was the actual distance between her and Jacob Butler. Was it three feet or four? It may be a mile, Olive thought, to Jacob, but it was pleasantly reassuring and somehow sensual to be sleeping so close to a living, breathing, handsome, kind man. She closed her eyes and curled the blanket near her chin, smiling.
* * *
Olive awoke from a strange dream with no idea where she was. As consciousness slowly overtook sleep she focused as well as she could without her glasses on the coals glowing softly in the hearth. She was toasty warm, front to back and her cheek cradled by flannel. Front to back, she repeated in her head as she became aware of her surroundings. There was a huge male arm draped over her waist and her eyes opened so fully they crossed. Olive was now wide-awake and painfully aware of her position. Jacob had somehow ended up behind her. She turned her head ever so slowly as if the slightest movement would send her off a sheer cliff. Jacob’s mouth was open and her hair was a tangle over the stubble of his beard. He breathed softly into her ear and then shifted and buried his nose in her hair. Good God, she thought, what am I to do now?
Hoping to extricate herself subtly, she shifted and began to sit up. The arm around her tightened and a deep, male hum of contentment reverberated through her head. She lay stiffly in his grip without a notion as to what to do next. His hips pushed softly into her backside and if possible, Olive’s eyes opened wider. Jacob nudged repeatedly, escalating in speed and tempo. Bizarrely, all she could coax from her sleep-muddled mind was the word ‘itchy.’ Jacob mumbled and groaned and to Olive’s opinion, if he grew any louder, he would surely wake the children.
“Mr. Butler!” she whispered as loudly as she dared.
He chewed on her ear in response.
“Mr. Butler, please,” she said again.
“Hmm, what?” he responded, dreamily.
“Mr. Butler, somehow you have managed to roll my way,” Olive said.
* * *
Jacob had closed his eyes with a vision of Olive dancing with the sheriff. Only to be replaced by a picture of Peg asleep on her breast. The wistful resignation in Olive’s voice when he asked her why she had danced whirled through his head before he dropped off to sleep.
Now there was a woman in his arms in the steamy dream floating through Jacob’s head. She was nearly as long as he stretched out, and rounded and soft in all the good spots. His hips were pounding into female flesh and his mind drifted to the place of semi-consciousness that overtook him when he was near completion. But a voice broke through the sexual haze and when recognition occurred he stopped instantly.
“Mr. Butler!”
Jacob jumped back on his elbows and feet like a great crab on the sand. He flew back, arms and legs flying until his head hit the table and he knocked over a
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. And dancing with Mary was no big thing. She and all the children looked nice today and I was proud of them. The clothes and all I mean,” Jacob whispered.
“It was a big thing. Mary was nearly bursting and I know you did it to make her happy. It was a kind gesture.” Olive chuckled. “And even the Spinster Wilkins had a dance partner today. My, oh my.”
“Don’t call yourself that,” Jacob said.
“Well, I am a spinster. I don’t even mind. It allows me to be eccentric and throw caution to the wind. My father’s sister was a spinster and my mother said that was why she talked to herself. I’m named after her you know.” Olive laughed softly into the still air. “Mary and John will soon giggle at me like James and I did at our Aunt Olive.”
“Why did you dance with the sheriff?” Jacob asked. The room was still except for the soft pattering of rain on the roof.
“Because he asked,” she finally replied.
Olive lay awake for a while until the regular breathing of the children lulled her in its monotony to sleep. The last conscious thought in her head was the actual distance between her and Jacob Butler. Was it three feet or four? It may be a mile, Olive thought, to Jacob, but it was pleasantly reassuring and somehow sensual to be sleeping so close to a living, breathing, handsome, kind man. She closed her eyes and curled the blanket near her chin, smiling.
* * *
Olive awoke from a strange dream with no idea where she was. As consciousness slowly overtook sleep she focused as well as she could without her glasses on the coals glowing softly in the hearth. She was toasty warm, front to back and her cheek cradled by flannel. Front to back, she repeated in her head as she became aware of her surroundings. There was a huge male arm draped over her waist and her eyes opened so fully they crossed. Olive was now wide-awake and painfully aware of her position. Jacob had somehow ended up behind her. She turned her head ever so slowly as if the slightest movement would send her off a sheer cliff. Jacob’s mouth was open and her hair was a tangle over the stubble of his beard. He breathed softly into her ear and then shifted and buried his nose in her hair. Good God, she thought, what am I to do now?
Hoping to extricate herself subtly, she shifted and began to sit up. The arm around her tightened and a deep, male hum of contentment reverberated through her head. She lay stiffly in his grip without a notion as to what to do next. His hips pushed softly into her backside and if possible, Olive’s eyes opened wider. Jacob nudged repeatedly, escalating in speed and tempo. Bizarrely, all she could coax from her sleep-muddled mind was the word ‘itchy.’ Jacob mumbled and groaned and to Olive’s opinion, if he grew any louder, he would surely wake the children.
“Mr. Butler!” she whispered as loudly as she dared.
He chewed on her ear in response.
“Mr. Butler, please,” she said again.
“Hmm, what?” he responded, dreamily.
“Mr. Butler, somehow you have managed to roll my way,” Olive said.
* * *
Jacob had closed his eyes with a vision of Olive dancing with the sheriff. Only to be replaced by a picture of Peg asleep on her breast. The wistful resignation in Olive’s voice when he asked her why she had danced whirled through his head before he dropped off to sleep.
Now there was a woman in his arms in the steamy dream floating through Jacob’s head. She was nearly as long as he stretched out, and rounded and soft in all the good spots. His hips were pounding into female flesh and his mind drifted to the place of semi-consciousness that overtook him when he was near completion. But a voice broke through the sexual haze and when recognition occurred he stopped instantly.
“Mr. Butler!”
Jacob jumped back on his elbows and feet like a great crab on the sand. He flew back, arms and legs flying until his head hit the table and he knocked over a
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