What had happened? The last thing he remembered was showing Alea around their home. They had gone into the sitting room…it all came back to him in a rush. Opening his eyes, he saw that Alea was lying against him. Her breathing was steady and she appeared unharmed. There was the smell of lovemaking in the air, and Alea’s naked body was still pressed intimately into his. Taking care when he stood and carefully holding Alea against him, he carried her to the second level master bedroom. Laying her on top of the covers, he knew the first order of business was to get rid of the mangled remnants of her dress. Since it was torn to mid-stomach anyway, he just took the two sides and finished the tear. Now that the dress could be pulled away, he paused. He wanted to examine her at his leisure. They had been so frantic in their first encounters. He wanted a chance to see her body without distraction. Starting at her tiny feet, he avoided the toes and soles of her feet worried that she might be ticklish and he did not want to wake her.
