Today for my eight sentences I’m going to continue (almost) from where I left off last week. Tyler and Whitney have gone to the old picnic ground for privacy.
Whitney's legs were shaking as she watched Tyler spread a waterproof backed quilt onto the ground.
“My Mom's idea of a picnic blanket.” He explained. “She made it for me.”
“Nice. I'd rather see it spread with a picnic instead of me.”
Tyler sat down and patted his lap. “Come on naughty girl, lay over my lap.”
With a sigh Whitney did as she was told, thankful that Tyler had calmed down. He even sounded a little playful when he'd ordered her over his lap. Hadn't he? Who was she kidding, he was calm but he wasn't playing.
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