[color=tan]"I would like that,"[/color] Olivia responded to Paul's invitation to lunch.

"I recall a stone overlook near the harbor's north end," he went on, setting his plans for them to meet at Three Quarter Day, when the sun was halfway between High Noon and Sunset.  He bowed more formally this time -- his hungry gaze falling for just a flash to her beautiful bosom before he stood tall again -- and told her, "Until tomorrow."

It wasn't but just a couple of minutes later that the [i]clumsy[/i] brunette reappeared in the doorway.  Paul couldn't help but smile broadly at the annoyed expression she seemed to be carrying upon her beautiful face.  Here, too, Paul allowed his gaze to fall upon a full, youthful bosom.  

[color=lightgreen]"I apologize, my Lord. We were not able to find you clean clothes. I'm afraid there are no shops that would accommodate us at this time of the night."[/color]

He stood from his seat, pulling his tunic from his skin as if the stickiness -- about which he'd almost forgotten -- was still a serious issue.  With a bit of a grimace, he said, "Perhaps you could ... [i]make amends[/i] ... by helping me out of this shirt and into another one ... a clean one."  Paul gave Sophia a moment to contemplate where he was going before he clarified, "I have a room upstairs.  Forgive me if I am misreading the situation..."

That was Paul's way of saying [i]If you're not a whore, I apologize...[/i]