His Achilles Heel
Aimee declared, twirling buck naked around the barn, "You'll have to introduce me to the owners so I can say thank you."
"Actually," Brax drawled, with a twinkle in his eye, "I can introduce you now if you like?"
Aimee covered herself in horror, hissing, "They aren't working in here are they?" And Brax couldn't help the laugh bubbling up, "Yes, they are in here, but -no they aren't working-well not anymore anyway." This seemed to make things worse for his poor mate, as she frantically pulled on his shirt, looking around wildly. He carefully plucked the straw from her hair and ushered her over to the washbasin, where a mirror hung crookedly from the wall. As she looked at their reflection in
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