The lavender season reached its peak, the days were long and hot and the summer beat down.
Her Splendiferousness lay on the grass making a green angel. Rupert, sitting on the deck chair, lazily played the ukelele. The languidness of the day made them smile. The crickets chorused Rupert when they sang.
Her Sparkling Luminescence stayed all day outside, devouring the sun. Rupert stared at Her. The humblest minion or the treacherous, underhand Grand Vizier? Whichever reason, Lucy enjoyed being indulged.
Rupert revelled in his private pleasures.
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