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Harriet Sets the Rules - Part 3 |
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By Nigel McParr
Ted arrived at Harriet’s home promptly at five PM carrying a large wooden tool box. The hallway was rich with the aroma of pot roast and gravy. Ted stamped the snow off his boots, removed them, and set down his tool box in the hallway with a clunk. He wrinkled his nose. “Ma’am, that smells really good.” Harriet took his coat and smiled at him. “After that shelving is put up, I’m going to sit you down and feed you the best pot roast you’ve ever eaten.” Ted looked concerned at Harriet. “M-Ma’am, you’re my boss’s boss. I-I couldn’t-” Harriet held up her hand. “Not another word. As you said, I am your boss’s boss and as such I’m ordering you to stay for dinner. Now come along. We’re going upstairs to the closet.” While Ted set to work accompanied by the shrill sounds of a drill and rotary saw, Harriet went into her bedroom and closed the door. She lit a squat pine scented candle that stood in a wreath on her dresser. In the soft flickering light, she stripped the bed, made it up with fresh sheets and pillowcases, and changed into jeans. Checking herself in the mirror, she was pleased with her shape; she still had a decent waistline and the sturdy denim clung nicely to her full bottom and generous hips. She took a hooded red sweatshirt with a zipper down its front from her bureau. It fit snugly over her breasts and complimented her indigo jeans. Standing in front of the dresser mirror, she lowered the zipper until she’d exposed several inches of pale breast flesh and shadowed cleavage. Slipping her hand inside the sweatshirt, she plumped up her unsupported breasts and teased her nipples erect so that they stood out nicely. She pulled on a pair of furry slippers and went into the hallway. Ted was standing inside the closet with his back to her. As she passed the closet, she asked him, “How much longer?” “Oh, maybe a half hour - is that okay?” “Perfect. We’ll have a drink before dinner – do you like bourbon?” “Yes, Ma’am. Whiskey’s good on a cold night.” As Harriet hurried down the stairs, she thought to herself, I’ve got something better than bourbon for this cold winter night. She was in the kitchen setting the table when she heard Ted coming down the stairs. “I’m in the kitchen, Ted...” (She nearly slipped and called him Teddy.) “Leave your tools by the door and wash up in the kitchen.” “Ma’am, the shelves are up-” Ted paused and sucked in his breath when he came through the swinging cafe doors that led into the kitchen. Sarah had positioned herself so that she faced him and her body was angled over the kitchen table while she laid the silverware. Her breasts had fallen forward into the open vee of her sweatshirt and she was showing a spectacular amount of cleavage and plump ivory-skinned breast. Sarah looked up from the table, down at herself, and then she smiled warmly into his frantic gaze. “I put on my jeans and a sweatshirt. They’re ever so warm and comfortable.” “Ma’am-” “I poured you a whiskey. It’s in the living room. Go light the fireplace for me. There’s wood in the box. Wait for me on the love seat. I’ll be right in.” “Y-Yes, M-Ma’am,” Ted stuttered with a dry mouth. To Harriet’s amusement and satisfaction, he exited as fast as he could. She could imagine him gulping down that first whiskey. Harriet puttered for a few moments before she came into the living room with another glass and a bottle of bourbon. Her sweatshirt zipper was even lower now and she made sure her breasts were in vigorous motion as she crossed the room to the love seat. Ted glanced up at her from the love seat and then as quickly he averted his glance. She could tell he’d never seen anything like her before. The only light in the room came from the crackling fireplace. She bent over him ostensibly to refill his glass, which afforded him another long and close up look at her exposed breasts. She sat down beside him, poured herself a couple of fingers, and then slid her hip into his. She took his hand and placed it in her lap directly beneath the swollen arc of her breasts. Ted glanced nervously at her and took a big swallow of bourbon. She could feel his hand, the one grazing her breasts, was shaking. “Teddy, look at me,” she ordered in a soft voice. Ted set down his glass and slowly turned his head to look into the muted pearlescent gray of her eyes. She smiled sweetly while she guided his wide eyes with her own down to the lush valley of her exposed breasts. She spoke in a throaty whisper. “It’s alright to look at my breasts, Teddy. Savor them, you naughty boy. It’s so obvious you like them. And that pleases me, Teddy. That pleases me a lot that you like them.” She leaned into him and kissed him softly on his trembling lips. Before he could respond, she kissed him again. This time her lips parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth. While she pressed her open mouth to his, she lifted his hand from her lap and put it onto her breasts. “Did your mother call you Teddy?” “Y-Yes,…Ma’am.” “I thought as much. Well, Teddy, - for that’s what I’m going to call you - you must always call me Ma’am or Ms. Smyth. No matter what, you are not to address me as Harriet. Is that perfectly clear?” “O-Oh, yes, M-Ma’am.” “As long as you behave and obey Mrs. Briggs and me, these breasts are yours.” “M-Ma’am, thank you. Thank you…” Ted’s voice trailed off into a soft moan as she pressed his hand deep into the warm resilient valley of her breasts. Harriet could see the growing bulge in Ted’s jeans. He must be absolutely huge, she thought.
What a night this was going to be. God knew it had been such an awfully long time since she’d had her husband’s rigid cock in her hands and in her mouth. She’d have to tell Mrs. Briggs what she was up to even though she suspected her laundry manager already knew. That woman never missed a trick. And Mrs. Briggs would be envious and likely she’d want to bed Teddy, too. Well, maybe down the road - perhaps later in the spring, she might let Mrs. Briggs take Teddy to bed. But she’d have to be there, too. Who knew? A ménage a’ troi might be just the thing. “You’re staying with me tonight, Teddy. After dinner, we’re going upstairs…” “M-Ma-am,-” “You agreed to mind me, Teddy. Not another word out of you. You’re going to bed with me tonight. I’m in charge and I set the rules.” Ted’s hand twitched as it began to cautiously explore the velvety texture of Harriet’s breasts. Every tentative pass of his fingers sent shivers through her. It had been way too long. She kissed him again and this time she held him captive with her mouth until she could scarcely breathe. When she released him, he took another gulp from his glass. The bourbon was working its magic. Teddy was growing bolder, fondling her nipples, and moaning to himself. She slid her arm around him and took him into her arms, kissing his eyes, his mouth, and the growth on his cheeks, while he eagerly took her breasts in his hands. The erection in his jeans had grown larger. She ran a teasing thumbnail over the faded denim cock ridge and she could feel his tremors. His cock was like a steel shaft trapped in the straining denim. His head dropped then, and he buried his face in the deep valley of her breasts. His cries of delight fueled her excitement, made her wet between her thighs. God, what a wonder he was and so completely compliant. Could it get any better? “Enough, Teddy” she sighed, lifting his face from her breasts. “I have to feed you and then I’m taking you upstairs.” “Y-Yes, Ma’am,” he breathed while she zippered up her sweatshirt. He followed her into the kitchen. The roast was delicious. Harriet ate little, but Ted ate ravenously. Harriet hoped he wasn’t eating out of nervousness. Dinner was over in fifteen minutes. He tried to help her clean up and wash the dishes, but was more in her way than anything. Still, she said nothing. Teddy’s compliance was near perfect - more than she’d ever expected at this stage. All this boy needed was her patience and love, some domestic training, and regular sessions in bed. She took him upstairs and inspected the closet shelving. She was impressed. Teddy had a gorgeous body, but he was also an unrealized artist. The shelving fit perfectly into the closet. Every joint was perfect - no gaps or splintered edges. He beamed when she told him his work was flawless. She gave him one of her bathrobes, a thick towel, and washcloth and told him to take a shower. “Ma’am,” he asked slyly, “What’ll I do for pajamas?” She laughed. “Silly boy. It may be a cold night, but you won’t need pajamas to keep you warm. Just wear that robe to my bedroom.” She gave him a spank on his jeans. “Now get into the shower. And don’t dawdle. I want to shower, too.” Ted gave her a look of adolescent desire and unadulterated adulation before he disappeared into the bathroom. His look melted her heart and caused her sex to come alive with an urgency she’d not felt since she was married. Right then she saw her course of action: She would captivate Teddy, make him the happiest he’d ever been. And at the same time, she’d reel him in and increase his dependence until he couldn’t live without her. He would become her perfect submissive – the boy she’d dreamed about even when she was still married. Perhaps she’d even marry him if things worked out. She needed a compliant man around the house. One she could control, manage, and mother. Teddy was the perfect choice. The prospects of bedding and domesticating him made her shiver with delight. She’d never felt more alive and could scarcely wait to introduce him to her daughters Bonnie and Ellie. While Ted showered, Harriet went to her bedroom closet and took out a sheer black nightgown. She’d purchased it several years ago on a whim, with the idea that someday she might find the right man and wear it. Tonight was that night. With shaking hands, she undressed and put it on. The gown had a low V-neckline trimmed with stitched swirls of black thread. The sleeves ruffled prettily at her wrists. A silk belt secured the gown at her waist. Once she’d tied the belt it was completely hidden beneath the overhung expanse of her breasts. Standing at the bedroom mirror, she studied her profile. Even though they were shrouded in silky black, her breasts, areolas, and nipples were apparent through the diaphanous fabric. Her breasts had settled comfortably at her waist and completely filled the straining bodice of the gown. She could see a dark hint of her sex through the material and decided to add a pair sheer black panties to the outfit. No sense letting Teddy see everything right away. He’d have to work for that introduction to her aching sex. She put on a flannel robe over her night gown and waited for Ted to come out of the shower. Ted knocked gently on the closed bedroom door. He came into the room wearing her terry cloth bath robe, which was too small for him and she could see his half-hard erection poking out the front. Even semi-erect, Ted was huge, bigger than she would have guessed and much bigger than her ex-husband. It was going to be a wonderful night. She slipped Teddy’s robe off his granite shoulders, dropped it to the floor, and kissed him. He smelled delightfully of her lavender soap and herbal shampoo. He went scarlet at his nakedness. He was a little boy in a man’s body and she loved him for that. “You smell like a girl, but a girl, you ain’t, Teddy.” She touched the tip of his cock. “Omigod, it’s already wet with your excitement,” She whispered as she gently eased back the velvety ridge of his foreskin and caused him to shiver and groan. She slipped her hand beneath the heavy fullness of his balls and gently cupped their baby-bottom softness. Ted rose on his toes as if he were afraid she might hurt him. She kept him on his toes while she looked up at him and whispered, “I’m not going to hurt you, little man. Not yet, anyway. You’re ready for me, you naughty boy. Well, you’ll just have to wait while your mistress showers.” Moments later, she came into the bedroom in her sheer night gown, Ted was waiting anxiously. His face went beet-red and his eyes widened when he saw her. She extended her arms and twirled for him. “Like it?” She asked. Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she spun. “Oh, yes, Ma’am. I like it, And…And I like you, too…I just can’t believe this is happening. How lucky am I…I don’t deserve this.” Harriet sat down on the bed and studied Ted. “Teddy, tell me the truth. Have you ever been with a woman before?” Ted turned scarlet. “W-Well,…y-yes…er-r I m-mean no…I won’t lie to you. Th-This is my first time.” “Teddy, you couldn’t be more precious. I’m so honored to be the first. You’ve saved the gift of your virginity for me. What a beautiful thing!” Harriet patted the bed beside her. “You’ve been good and now I’m going to reward you for it.” Ted sat still, very conscious of his nakedness, desperately wanting to cross his legs and hide his super erect cock. She placed his hands on her breasts. “Teddy. You’ve been looking at my breasts since the day I hired you and you thought you were getting away with it. Frankly, I’ve enjoyed every minute of your ogling. Now, you can play and explore then. Later, if you mind me, we’ll visit my garden.” Ted’s hands, as rough and calloused as they were, moved like a flow of fresh air over her breasts, gently cupping and fondling them and teasing her nipples. Shivers of delight shot through her. Incredibly, his cock was still growing, even longer and thicker. She wondered what it would feel like when he put that huge thing inside her. Well, she reminded herself, she would have all of him and nothing less. She kissed him long and open-mouthed, and then she lowered his face into the open vee of her night gown and the cushiony warmth of her breasts. “Teddy, I want you to trust me. You must do exactly as I say.” She lay back on her elbows on the bed. “Kneel on the floor between my thighs and lift my gown.” Ted nervously got onto his knees and placed himself between her legs. He stared unsure at the darkness beneath her black panties. “Now kiss my panties - I think you know where.” Ted gulped and lowered his head between her thighs. The warmth of his breath on her thighs and the brush of his lips whispering over her nylon panties were stunning. “Kiss me again, Teddy. This time keep your lips pressed to my panties and wet them with your open mouth.” “Y-Yes, Ma’am,” she heard him whisper while he lowered his head into the apex of her thighs. He didn’t have to be told. This time he instinctively opened his mouth wide and sucked through the damp nylon at the plump mound of her sex. Even through her panties, the effect was electrifying. She lowered her back onto the bed and began to squeeze his head between her thighs, trapping him. “Keep going, Teddy,” she whispered. “It feels wonderful.” Eager to please her, Ted sucked even harder. He brought his hands up beside his mouth to the outer lips of her sex and began to tease her so she thought she was going to explode. She was groaning and thrusting now, filling his mouth with her wet panties. “Pull down my panties,” she gasped. “And get busy with your tongue.” She could feel him slipping his hands into the waist band of her panties. She’d never felt anything as sensitive or as gentle as Teddy’s hands when he lowered her panties. She lifted her hips and in that instant he had her panties down to her ankles. A second later, his head was buried again between her thighs and she held him there, ordering him to press his mouth and his face into her and swearing she’d never let him out. At first, his tongue was delightfully tentative and awkward. He was unsure of exactly what she had in mind. Speaking as gently as she could, she said, “Teddy, open your mouth wide and slip your tongue into me. Pretend you’re sucking the innards from an orange.” To her delight, Ted seemed to understand exactly what she meant. He responded with a loving effort and tenderness that reinforced her belief; the best - the only - way to capture Teddy’s heart forever was to treat him like a loving mistress guiding her charge through an emotional experience. Strong words and harshness would frighten him. He was inexpertly working his tongue in and out of her now and as crude as he was, it was nonetheless magical. She slowly writhed in pleasure, awash in ecstasy, close to teetering into an abyss she’d nearly forgotten or perhaps, she thought, she’d never known. She felt herself soaring into the frigid crystalline night as she opened her mouth and screamed silently. “I love you, Teddy bear, and I swear come spring I’ might even ask you for an engagement ring. You are mine, little man. I’ll never ever let you go!” After several orgasms had left her so weak she could hardly get up on her elbows and smile down at Ted’s glistening lips, she finally managed to sit up and lift Ted’s head to hers. Ted was grinning like a kid in a candy shop as he looked deep into her pearl-gray eyes. The scent of her was all over him. He reeked of her and it gave her another small orgasm just sniffing at his lips. She planted kisses all over his face until she ended it with a long succulent kiss where she nearly swallowed his tongue. She stood him on his feet, hugged his nakedness to her, and thanked him over and over for what he’d just done to her. Ted didn’t know what to say. He just grinned and basked in her pleasure. Harriet opened up the bed and threw back the heavy goose-down comforter. “On your back, Teddy. It’s time we got down to the business of your virginity.” As he lay down on the bed, his cock sprang like a tree from his groin. Harriet was so preoccupied with the sight of that towering cock she was about to take into herself, she had trouble undoing the satin belt at her waist. When the ribbon finally came free, her breasts settled heavily over her belly and Ted smiled and giggled softly. “Do you like the way they jiggle?” “Oh, yes, Ma’am. I like that an awful lot.” “If you behave yourself, I’ll let you play between them. Perhaps even insert that barber pole between them.” Ted couldn’t help himself. He began to laugh. “Ma’am, I-I never heard it called a barber pole.” She pulled the nightgown free of her shoulders and let it slide with a soft whoosh to the floor. She stood beside the bed in her black panties, her hands on her hips, looking down at her lover. She watched his eyes flick from one delight to the next, watched his eyes widen as they played over her huge breasts and areolas, her pinched-in waist, her ample hips and the dark wetness of her sex. She knew by his expression he’d probably never seen a women undressed before, much less one with her commanding presence. His look of joy took her back and made her even more eager and determined to saddle and ride him until he hadn’t a drop left in him. Ted shuddered. He looked down at his erect trembling cock. Harriet could see the glimmers, droplets of clear fluid oozing from his cock head. “Don’t you dare ejaculate,” she warned him. “I want every bit of you inside me - not on my sheets. Her expression changed into a smile. “Oh, Teddy, my precious, you’re about to surrender your virginity. I’m so pleased with you. I can’t wait to get your big thing inside me.” She got on the bed and straddled Ted’s hips with the soft fleshy warmth of her thighs. Her hands rested near his shoulders. Like a creamy-white wraith, her huge breasts hovered and swayed above him, sheltering him. Beneath her warmth and her smile, however, lay a steely resolve to own Teddy body and soul. When Ted realized he was securely pinned to the bed beneath her, a look of radiance and surrender floated across his face. They both knew he was relinquishing what little control he had left. From this point on he would be in her charge. “By virtue of tonight, Teddy, you’re mine, now and forever. You can never leave me.” Completely content, Ted shook his head. “Ma’am, I don’t want to leave you,” he whispered up to his hovering mistress. “Will you always obey me?” “Oh, yes, Ma’am.” Dropping her head and kissing him, Harriet accepted Ted’s utter submission. While she held the kiss and sucked his tongue into her mouth, the tip of Ted’s cock began to graze the glimmering crease of her sex, creating delicious currents that emanated from the depths of her sex and ran deep into her belly and thighs. “Did I do good?” he asked wonderingly, looking up at her with his startlingly blue eyes and long lashes. “I-I mean I didn’t…I hadn’t-” She pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him. “You did fantastically, Teddy. Ladies with no class would crudely call you a born muff diver. I’ll teach you some new tricks next time.” “S-So, then there’ll be a next time?” His look was so innocent and naive; Harriet could have eaten him up. She lowered her breasts until her proud nipples grazed his mouth, driving him wild. “Darling, as long as you understand I set the rules and you mind them there will be many more times. Perhaps, forever. You were mine from the moment I hired you. I might even marry you and make you my own.” “Ma-am,…are you kidding me?…P-Please don’t tease me. I couldn’t stand that.” She laughed softly. “I’m not teasing, Teddy. I’m serious. I couldn’t do that to the manI love. ” She vaguely heard his soft cry, “A-a-a-g-h,” as she lowered her hips and the swollen tip of his waiting cock bumped the slippery ridges of her sex. He had the biggest cock she’d ever seen - much bigger than her ex and even her vibrator. Would it even go in? Well, she was wet enough. She carefully lowered herself onto him, one millimeter at a time. Gradually and painfully, she felt herself opening up, stretching fully to accept the fat rigid circumference of his ballooned cock head. She barely heard his moans of pleasure, in fact she ignored them. Her sole focus was taking all of Teddy. Considering this was his gift to her - his virginity - she would have nothing less than all of him. It was only right and her body was screaming for every blessed inch. He began to instinctively thrust then, just a bit, just enough to slip the head of his bulbous cock beyond her satiny outer lips. The pleasure she felt as his cock-head found its way into her diffused her pain. “Teddy, Suck my breasts. Lie very still and let me manage. I’ll tell you when to push.” “Y-Yes, Ma-am,” he whispered dreamily. “I never…felt like… this before…” When his mouth closed over her breast and nipple, she felt his cock respond. It stiffened and incredibly grew even thicker. Omigod, she thought. Anxious as she was to get all of him into her, she closed her eyes and waited another whole minute to settle down his nursing and the effect he was having on her, not to mention allowing her sex to accommodate that huge cock-head before she went any further. “Teddy, your nursing is fantastic. I love it. I can’t tell you how much it means and how it’s affecting me.” Ted smiled up at her. “Would I be in trouble if I told you I’ve always wanted to suck at your breasts?” “Of course not. I’m flattered. Just don’t let me catch you thinking about doing this with another lady – like Mrs. Briggs!” “Never,” he breathed. “Never. Never.” Harriet relaxed her hips. “I’m going deeper,” she said. “Goddamn, you’re huge! Don’t push. Let me take you at my pace.” As she eased herself down onto his towering cock, she felt him slipping deeper with less effort. The rough texture of his rock-hard cock sliding along the stretched sensitized walls of her sex caused several mini-orgasms to surge through her. “Omigod,” she gasped. “And you barely inside me!” Supremely anxious and no longer willing to wait, she felt sure she could take all of him. She thrust down hard with her hips and felt herself give way as most of his cock slid deep into her. Like a soft furry animal, Ted’s scrotum settled heavily onto the creamy backside of her sex. One more push, she thought through an orgasmic haze, and he’ll be completely mine. Ted was enthralled, thrashing his head back and forth, grazing her breasts with his open lips and seemingly unaware of her. Inside her, she could feel his swollen cock pulsating, growing and shrinking and growing again. Like a great hound, it was eager for release. He was very close, but she wasn’t ready yet to give him his head. One more push and then she’d hold the stallion beneath her for as long he could stand it. “O-o-g-h, M-Ma’am, please,” he whimpered. “Darling,” she whispered. “Don’t even think about releasing yet. I’m not ready. I want you to hold it until I bid you.” “Ma’am…please…” She ignored his pleas while she began her last thrust, the final descent that would plant the lips of her sex hard against his groin. As she descended and his stout fat cock plunged into her and completely filled her belly, she nearly passed out in the rippling waves of orgasmic pleasure that burst over her. Ted screamed, but his voice was miles away. She could feel him inside her still pulsating like a steam engine, but he hadn’t come. He was her boy in thrall now and he had to mind her and hold himself in for her pleasure. With all of Teddy’s delicious meat loaf finally and firmly captured inside her, Harriet tried to shut out his pleas for release. “Be still,” she told him. “Play with my breasts until I release you.” While Teddy held her heavy breasts to his mouth and nuzzled at her nipples, she closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and savored the orgasmic pleasures wafting through her body. She was so pleased and proud of what she’d accomplished. She’d bedded Teddy on her terms and brought him fully under her control. He was hers now both at work and in her home. Next, she’d introduce him to her daughters and begin engagement and wedding plans - nothing fancy; perhaps a civil ceremony. It was going to be wonderful having Teddy around the house. With a sideways motion of her hips, she woke Ted from his reverie at her breasts. Deep inside her, she felt his cock respond to the movement of her hips. It began to expand and throb like a hound waiting to be released from its kennel. He looked up at her with wet hope-filled eyes. “It’s time, Teddy. Time you gave me your once-in-a-lifetime gift. Don’t move a muscle.” “Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered joyfully, while he tried desperately not to lift his hips into her. She lowered her head and kissed him. “I love you, Teddy.” She began to rhythmically lift and drop her hips and sex over the great tree that was his cock. The effect was magical. Harriet felt herself soaring over peaks she’d never known before. Her ex-husband had never elevated her to such exquisite heights. Ted was fighting to lie still, but it was a losing battle. Every time she dropped her great hips over him, he screamed with delight. Finally unable to control himself, just as she was coming down on him, he met her with an up thrust of his own. It was too much. He exploded in a fury, shuddering, thrusting, and crying out with each great stream of semen he jetted into her. At his first judder, Harriet plumped her hips hard onto his cock and let him fill her with his first hot spurt of his love for her. It was the beginning of everything Ted had in him. She could feel him desperately wanting to offer himself to her and she loved every spasmodic shudder. Teddy had become a fountain, releasing wave after wave of spurting warmth into her. Wriggling her hips, she milked Teddy until he had nothing more to give but involuntary sperm-less spasms. Emptied and out of breath, he wrapped his arms around her neck and gave her a radiant smile of his submission and love.
At the hotel the next morning, Mrs. Briggs was the first to notice how Ted looked and acted. By lunchtime, everyone on Harriet’s staff knew she was engaged. Knowing how news flew at the hotel, Harriet called her staff together in the laundry meeting room. When she got there, someone had arranged cake and coffee. Someone had chalked a note on the blackboard, “Congrats’ to Ted and…the Boss!” Harriet laughed heartily when she saw the message. “Oh, you guys! I haven’t even told my daughters yet.” She glanced at the blackboard message. “I have to admit there’s more than a bit of truth in that message. So far, he minds me pretty good. Which reminds me, we’re not officially engaged yet. Teddy has yet to give me a ring.” Ted turned scarlet as the maids and laundry girls hooted and chanted “Ted-ee…Ted-ee…Ted-ee.” What pleased Harriet most was the unconditional acceptance by her staff; Mrs. Briggs, the laundry girls, and the maids all supported her engagement to a younger man and were genuinely happy for her. There was never any question in their minds about who was in charge. As if to confirm their relationship, a plump young African American maid stood up with a big smile on her face and shook her finger at Ted. “You’d better behave and obey her, Ted, or she be doin’ something bad ‘bout that!”
Laughing loudly and still clapping, the group
rose. One by one, they began to congratulate Harriet and her Teddy. |