Trust me."
She examined the girl carefully. "Turn around, my dear, slowly.
Hmmm, can we tighten it ever so slightly here?" She adjusted the
girl's waistband.
"And it is so warm. Why not leave this just a bit more open to
the air - that much. No, a little more yet." She loosed
Theresa's bodice slightly, then a bit more, suggesting rather
than exposing the smooth rise of her breasts.
Theresa, red-faced, looked searchingly at her, then giggled.
"We're terrible, aren't we. It isn't our fault, since a young
man is so insensitive. Sometimes you must be very forward to
wake them up. Besides, I know he likes you. He's just very shy,
and he truly knows nothing about real life. My, my, I shouldn't
be talking like this. After all, I am his mother. Don't you feel
like a conspirator?"
They laughed together.
Demo entered the yard, face flushed. Rough barked joyously,
jumped up and down in excitement. He rushed to his master,
leaped up, to receive a happy hug.
"Mother, I must tell you what happened. I . . . ?" He paused as
both his Mother and Theresa came through the door.
"Oh, hello, Theresa. Eh, Mother, I'll hang the venison."
He cut and hung up the meat while the women worked and talked
in the kitchen. Once done he washed up, sat at the oaken table.
"Theresa is staying for supper. She helped me cook. Isn't that
a lovely dress. Turn around for him Theresa. Isn't she pretty
and slender. My, Theresa, some boy will be carrying you off
before we know it!"
Theresa twirled, blushing but smiling.
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