A Tale of Two Choices

Caroline was not the naive blushing maid that she sometimes pretended to be and knew that Edmund's desires could become the making or the ruin of her.

"Gratitutde sir? What do you mean?" she asked coquetishly.

"Oh I think you know, and I insist that you call me Edmund."

Edmund reached out for Caroline and directed her towards his large feather bed, tugging at her dress.

"You promise that you will help me find Jane tomorrow?"

"If you remove a little of your clothing, and then some of mine," breathed Edmund.