“My, you have such soft skin,” he whispered as he stroked her rear.
As sweet as his tones were, Abigail wasn't really listening, knowing she needed an explanation for the less than perfect appearance of her posterior.
“What are these?” he finally asked.
“Those, what do you mean?” she asked.
“Yes, it looks like cuts of some sort.”
“Oh, I fell in a patch of briars, it was really very stupid. I was walking along by the stream, my feet just fell out from under me,” she continued in one breath, “and not wanting to fall on the rocks, which would surely have bruised me badly, I fell on to the shore. Unfortunately, there was a very nasty briar patch right there. The horrible things went right through my thin dress and cut me.”
“My, that's quite an explanation,” Aaron said. He continued to ru
