Because Timothy's response was straightforward, Sylvia hadn't considered that he might have other intentions.
It wasn't until Timothy's hand slipped into Sylvia's clothes that she realized what he had in mind.
"Timothy!" Sylvia blushed red and admonished, "We're outside!"
"It's fine," Timothy pulled the struggling Sylvia into his embrace. "I had them go outside to stand guard. It's just you and me here in the garden, no one else can enter."
Sylvia was seated on his lap, her previously neat neckline now disheveled, even her ample breasts were partially exposed.
Seeing his audacious behavior, Sylvia panicked, "Timothy... didn't you say we were going to have dinner? Shouldn't we eat first?"
Buried in her shoulder, Timothy kissed and replied, "Aren't we having it now?"
Sylvia puzzled, "Wh-what?!"
"Dinner," Timothy stated matter-of-factly, "Isn't my dinner tonight you... so fragrant and tempting..."
Sylvia's face burned like fire.