The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 17)

I was no Eve, but I knew now why so many people pursued sex with such reckless abandon. “Thank you, Sir. I’ll begin my tasks now.” There was only silence. Daringly, I placed my palm on his sharp elbow; I felt the slightest of tremors. “Sir, I am yours, whenever and wherever you choose. You were magnificent. I have never felt better. Please do not cast me out for being forward.” At last a stern response, “Ruby, you are contracted to me for a year, regardless of your betrothal. Only a fool would cast you aside. I am no fool.”

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  1. Oh…my…goodness. I’m really getting to like the Master of this house. Do I sense a brooding lover? He’s not going to go all “Heathcliffe” is he? (Not that I’ll mind in the slightest…). I think all of your emotional undertones are well in place now. I’m just waiting in anticipation for what’s going to come.


    • The emotions have, thus far, been rather proper and stiff upper lipped. It’s taken four days for Ruby to upset the natural order of things. I am also looking forward in anticipation to what Ruby has up her sleeve… not that she has sleeves, being naked most of the time…

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      • That’s a very good point. If she doesn’t keep it up her sleeve, then where DOES she keep it?


        • Well… I did notice the manuscript was a bit *sticky* last time she handed over some pages. Good thing I wore gloves.

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  2. Looking forward to seeing where this is going, LS! Nice job! 🙂


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