“Will you excuse me?” I asked of my victim, “I have this overwhelming desire to fornicate, will you accompany me behind the bushes so I might fuck you?”
Her friends laughed, and tittered in complete embarrassment. I helped her disrobe, I lifted her dress over her head as I stood behind her and then held her around the waist quite fondly. “Then why are we waiting?” she demanded. “Then why are we waiting?” she demanded. “Its Camelia is it not?” Mother surmised, “James Ainsgarth’s youngest,”
“Why yes Lady Carmichael,” the girl replied as she struggled to make herself decent. “She was caught in flagrante with the gardener,” Mother remembered, “A good ten months ago.”
“Indeed, I wondered why she fornicated so delightfully,” I explained, “We have no fondness for each other.”
“None what so ever,” Camelia agreed. “So it would please you if I chose any one of those young ladies would it?” I queried, “If I played blind mans bluff and merely plucked one at random.”
“Now you are being ridiculous,” she sneered.
