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The feathers were falling around us like snow. I gave up on keeping my black silk hat feather-free and set it aside.

Susanna pressed herself up with her elbows, patting her hair, and Abby reached down to help her up. Abby’s shoe became entangled on the duvet and the next thing I knew, both women were lying on the soft mound in dishabille.

They were both looking up at me, one with blue eyes and red-gold straight locks escaping her cap, the other with luxurious dark curls askew beneath their flowers. I bent forward, in part to help, and in part to hide the throbbing erection that had asserted itself at the sight.