Willoughby. You’re back.” “Yes.” He smiled. “I told you I would and I always keep my word. I’d hardly be a gentleman if I didn’t.” “Of course not.” I felt silly saying that, but really couldn’t think of any other reply and walked over to the counter. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to know about that…piece you inquired about.” “The paddle,” he said, and I felt heat rise to my face. “Yes,” I said. “Miss Parsham was kind enough to price it for me before she went to...” “You look lovely today.” My blush deepened as I murmured a “thank you” without looking up from where I now knelt under the counter. “That dress. It’s very feminine. I think all women should be required to dress as you are. So many run around these days clad in that horrible androgynous garb. Should I ever find myself so fortunate to have so exquisite a lady as you, she shall be required to dress just as you are dressed today.” I stood and placed the paddle on the counter and he reached for it.
