Lady Poppy was a well respected woman in the county of Norfolk. No one had a bad word to say about her but she had a bad word for some one. Her husband.
She got wet over every man she saw due to her lack of pleasure but no one caught her eye more than the young stable boy at the age of nineteen he was in the prime of his life where as Poppy was twenty-nine and loosing her youth rapidly.
Today was grey and dry. Looking at the grand father clock next to the window Poppy decided to take a ride. This also meant she got to see the stable hand. Putting down her needle work she stood and crossed the room.
Summoning the maids she changed into her riding cloths; wail bone corset and fluid skirts.
Hurrying down to the stables at the other side of the grand gardens and through the wooded area she stopped and caught her breath.
Leaning against the stable she straightened her hat and hair. "Stable hand?"
She got wet over every man she saw due to her lack of pleasure but no one caught her eye more than the young stable boy at the age of nineteen he was in the prime of his life where as Poppy was twenty-nine and loosing her youth rapidly.
Today was grey and dry. Looking at the grand father clock next to the window Poppy decided to take a ride. This also meant she got to see the stable hand. Putting down her needle work she stood and crossed the room.
Summoning the maids she changed into her riding cloths; wail bone corset and fluid skirts.
Hurrying down to the stables at the other side of the grand gardens and through the wooded area she stopped and caught her breath.
Leaning against the stable she straightened her hat and hair. "Stable hand?"