the Tale of Sir Isaac



“Isaac!” she exclaimed, putting her hands over her face. “How am I supposed to behave if you do that?”

He blinked and shifted on the bed, shrugging broad shoulders. “I was just stretching, but I can tease you a little more, if you’d like?”

“Why don’t I believe you?” she murmured, turning her back to him and pulling the embroidered robe more tightly around her. “Come on, Isaac. Get up.”

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