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Indecent

“Only almost always…?” she teases with an arched brow and an impish grin. The tension in her shoulders had barely set in before you had melted it clean away, leaving her feeling light-hearted and in uncommonly good humour, even for her.

On your arm and with Spring soon to yield to Summer, the dark days of Winter and the fever that had almost stolen her felt like a faded memory. You were right, life was fleeting, and she determined now to make the most of hers, and as wickedly as she could.

“Hmmm… I had not considered becoming a governess…” she says with exaggerated deliberation. Had her hand been free and not looped in your arm she might even have stroked her chin thoughtfully for effect.

“But,” she smiles up at you with a knowing look, revealing a glimpse of her that you had never seen before - a worldlier woman, who blossoming under her lover’s tutelage was beginning to understand what she was, and was not, willing to settle for. “I dare say that malleable young men are vastly over-rated.” And, implicit in that statement, of no interest to her. Anymore.

“Oh look! Here we are already.”

You must of had a lot to drink hun.

Master

July 4th Beach party…it’s a big affair around here…just went a little late…

I am currently disoriented but will return to normal soon

serious

glancing into the stable

Uh-oh! What did you do last night hun?

Y
Yoni

I am in “recovery”….yes

You just woke up?

‘Morning

Y

Yummy

matters

Hi ya hun!!!

Size

YYP

Your
Yellow
Pineapple

He trusted you in this as he had when you first made him aware of your… circumstance. So long as what you were doing hurt no one and you could manage the risk, then he was not going to play father and suggest you think otherwise.

“You, Lila, are almost always diverting company.” He smiled with that pronouncement, genuine warmth in the expression. Theirs had been a friendship formed over a lifetime, with, admittedly, some gaps in between. But this uncommon bond they shared was only made truer by the false courtship which allowed them to dispense with the games normally played between men and women of marriageable age and disposition.

Before they approached the hotel, he nodded to the doorman, but glanced down at you. “Widows and governesses, Delilah. Not just pamphlets, either. Think of how many books are filled with tales of widowed governesses trying to ensnare men above their station. Your like are women who have shattered the mystique of what lies beyond the wedding day.”

His voice dropping, he leaned closer, his tone nearly verging on the mirthful. “Women still of good marrying age, who have,” he paused to lower his voice to a hush, “sexual experience. The good folk of society are aghast, Lila. Simply aghast. How is a young, unmarried – and I dare say, malleable, young man meant to defend against such a threat?