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“I had something rather more intimate in mind,” I replied. I have needs,” she said quietly. Or was she ruined? A confused smile crossed her lips and I for my part felt a strange contentment. I could not settle and went instead to seek Miss Pentland in her room. “You don’t love me,” she said. She kissed me with equal fervour to my kisses. Realisation hit me. I could not tell you the colour of her eyes or hair, I cared not, but I never knew her to wear anything colourful and her wardrobe seemed to range only from black to white through grey. She had Clarissa’s ivory and ebony hairbrush. With her hair cut fashionably and her face rouged she would make a very acceptable courtesan. She was pleasuring herself as a whore does as she awaits a customer. “And how you going to do that what with being married and that?” Cook asked. House keeper perhaps? “No!” she said, “Upstairs!”
We were of one mind, I withdrew and with trousers around my knees hobbled upstairs after her, almost falling until we fell into my bed. She relished it. Departed with one Colonel Pickering of the Dragoons you understand, not departed this mortal coil. I wanted to
