Milkmaid Monologue

Taking extra care not to overdress, while getting dressed for the masquerade ball, Allie chose not to wear a chemise or stockings. The oppressive heat was already stifling, she did not want to become faint, swoon, and embarrass herself. It already being this hot and humid in late June, Allie hated to think what the next several months of summer would bring. Moreover, although the emerald green and indigo-blue gown she made for the occasion is of a lightweight, batiste fabric it was still so hot that one perspired heavily upon going outdoors. Even with the cooler sea breezes, it was too hot to sit on the balcony unless it was early morning, late evening, or night time… The lamplights from anchored ships that swayed gently with the tide, calmed

Her grandfather’s reaction upon seeing her grandmother was one of stunned wonder, and then he whistled. Eli grinned widely at Allie.
“You’ve done it again, Allie Mae! Now you will both be the belles of the ball! I love what you did here. I never would have thought of putting a corset on the outside of the clothes.”
“I saw an image of a milkmaid in a book one time- it just suddenly sprang to mind when I saw Grandmother standing there in her room.”
“Well, she makes a lovely milkmaid,” said her grandfather, kissing her grandmother on the cheek. Her grandfather then kissed her on the cheek. “You’ve done a wonderful job of fixing your grandmother up, dear. I like this getup a lot,” he said with a wink.
“Well, I think we’re all ready, let’s head out,” said Eli, who was grinning happily. He took Allie’s elbow to escort her out the door to the waiting

Andrews. Your attentions need to be aimed at a more suitable companion.” Christopher Andrew’s blue eyes searched hers for a moment before they traveled to her lips.
“I couldn’t think of a more suitable lover than you, my sweet prickly pear… Just think, with your burning fire and my passion, our coupling would be extremely satisfying for us both… If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he said, his vivid eyes burning into hers.
When he tore his eyes from hers, Allie thought she might swoon she felt so weak-kneed and shaky. She watched him turn and swagger across the room to a dark-haired woman that wore a gold mask. His lips brushed the woman’s cheek; he whispered something in her ear while his lips curled into a sensuous smile. He glanced out the corner of his eyes to Allie to see if she was watching. She could not help but watch; something about him still drew her to him.
Christopher Andrews took the woman into his arms, leaned her back so that her head faced toward Allie, and then kissed her long, and hard; however, his eyes were looking into Allie’s as he did. The kiss was so intense that Allie could almost feel his mouth on