Harry groaned loudly as the dawn's early light stabbed into his eyes. covering his face with his hand he glared up at Elsie's bare backside as she stood in front of the window a curtain in each hand. "If this is your way of asking for a little breakfast, you'll have to give me a minute to heat up the sausage," he said with a grin.

Yanking the sheet off the bed Elsie quickly wrapped it around herself. "Something tells me your sausage will take more than a minute to cook, and you'd better be gone before my husband wakes up and finds me missing." The buxom barmaid retorted, her hands tugging her hair into a ponytail and quickly fastening in place with a tie.

For a moment Harry simply lay there, the dawn light warming his naked body as he watched Elsie's figure backlit against the rising sun. The heat was certainly beginning to sizzle his pan, but Elsie was right and Harry couldn't risk making an enemy of her husband. With a sigh he reached down and scooped his pants up off the floor, quickly pulling them up his legs before grabbing Elsie's hand and pulling her down on top of him.

"Y'know I'll be out of town awhile with this new job. How 'bout you keep the home fires burning for my return?" He said, giving the playful wench's neck a nuzzle.