>>91181872It actually takes place after:
>>91158822 posts From the cheese cake maid thread.Okay here we go:
Scene: Greater room of indoor activities.
"Amelia: S-sir you are in love with me?
Anon: Yes miss Amelia, for a very, long time now.
Amelia stands flustered and is staring at her shoes, with her face a shade of red, that rivals her hair.
As she stares and fidgets with her dress she states:
I-i have been in l-love with you too s-sir, yet, I couldn't confess, not of f-fear of rejection alone, but to be fired, and thus meaning ...
That I couldn't s-see sir Anon anymore.
Amelia chokes up on tears, not of grief but of relieve, to finaly have confessed her well hidden love to sir.
Anon: "Miss Amelia". Spoke Sir Anon softly.
Miss Amelia gently looks up to see Sir anon with open arms beckoning her to come over and hug him.
Miss Amelia is filled with bliss, and she bumps into Sir anon, knocking both of them over unto the floor. "
Miss Amelia being shocked with what she had done on accident out of sheer excitement, begins to stutter and stammer out apologies.
Sir Anon simply looks at the ceiling, then unto miss Amelia, and closes his eyes, as he begins to snugly tighten his hug, and strokes her back.
Miss Amelia begins to relax and and softly sighs, and responds by hugging him back.
After a short while, Amelia gets back up, and dusts off her dress, and helps sir anon up as well.
After a short but pleasant silence.
Sir anon, being the cheeky fuck that he is, asks the following:
Sir Anon: Miss Amelia?
Amelia: Yes sir?
Sir anon could barely get it past his lips but asked her:
Sir anon: M-may I bury myself into your bosom?
Miss Amelia: I don't think you can sir...
Sir anon is shocked, but knowing Miss Amelia for a long time now, he knows better than not to ask.
Sir anon: Why is that?
Miss Amelia: Well sir, my bosom isn't made of earth, and thus trying to bury yourself would be simply impossible, I'm sorry I can't comply with your request.
She sullenly looks down.
Cont.
