The afternoon's heat made us lazy and sleepy, it seeped into both of us and made a magic in the air that seemed not of this world. I had driven you to a clearing beside the still creek as you had commanded me to do and you had drunk chilled champagne and eaten your watercress sandwiches. Now you dozed beneath a large oak tree. You were a vision in white that was beautiful and beyond me.
As the Lord's daughter you would marry those who were of the right social standing and such as I was beneath you in all ways. So as you dozed I played with the engine of the Silver Lady Rolls Royce of 1910 and marvelled at how this decade had created a magnificent machine like this and the conquest of the air. I heard you scream and bumped my head on the hood as I rushed to your side.
"Something has bitten me and it is still there," as you spoke you pulled up your skirt and I saw the wasp caught in the white stockings you wore.
"Hold still my Lady," and carefully and gently I crushed the insect and pulled it from the fine silk mesh.
You continued to rub at the sting and complained of the pain. As you did so I admired the curve of your thigh and the sight of your legs. Perhaps it was these things that made me try to suggestion I now made.
"My Lady perhaps if I could rub it I may ease your pain. I would need to rub bare skin."