Everything went so fast. Her first champagne. Her first kiss. A second.
The count was so suave, so smooth. She couldn't keep up with him. Her
head was spinning as she tried to speak, but couldn't put the words
together. And when she did speak, the words were so jumbled. They didn't
come out the way she'd thought they would.
He helped her up the stairs to a guest bedroom because she couldn't walk straight. In fact, standing up was hard enough without the forward propulsion. He was even kind enough to help her with her corset since she fumbled with the clasps and broke two nails. Her head really hurt.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sadie was desperate. Where was Ophelia? And why didn't Timmy care? She made another attempt at the stairwell just to be shooed away by the butler, who recognized her, and she had a sneaking suspicion, knew exactly what was going on.
Timmy seemed confused by her desperation, so she explained the situation.
"Oh, that lil' tart? You'se worried about a whore?" he asked.
"She's not a whore. She's just a stupid bloody girl. She's drunk."
"Da way dat child was dressed, she knows what she's doin'" He turned and walked outside, said goodbye to a few more friends, then turned back around waiting for Sadie to join him on the front stoop. "Dere's nuttin ya can do now. It's time to go home."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Race sat behind bars that night. Certainly not the first time he had been in jail. But the time never ever ticked by so slowly. He swore time was moving backwards.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was all over so quickly. It was painfully quick. This is not the way she expected to lose her virginity. Now he lie there next to her, running his fingers through her knotted hair. She felt sick both physically and emotionally.
"Are you feeling alright, my madamoiselle?"
She groaned, "I'm a good girl…."
"You most certainly were," he grinned wickedly.
"No! You don't understand! I have to be married. I mean, we have to be married. It may not be too late. We just won't do it again until after the wedding…" she thought aloud.
"Oh," Jacob frowned. "I thought you knew, my little sunflower, I am married already."
He helped her up the stairs to a guest bedroom because she couldn't walk straight. In fact, standing up was hard enough without the forward propulsion. He was even kind enough to help her with her corset since she fumbled with the clasps and broke two nails. Her head really hurt.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sadie was desperate. Where was Ophelia? And why didn't Timmy care? She made another attempt at the stairwell just to be shooed away by the butler, who recognized her, and she had a sneaking suspicion, knew exactly what was going on.
Timmy seemed confused by her desperation, so she explained the situation.
"Oh, that lil' tart? You'se worried about a whore?" he asked.
"She's not a whore. She's just a stupid bloody girl. She's drunk."
"Da way dat child was dressed, she knows what she's doin'" He turned and walked outside, said goodbye to a few more friends, then turned back around waiting for Sadie to join him on the front stoop. "Dere's nuttin ya can do now. It's time to go home."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Race sat behind bars that night. Certainly not the first time he had been in jail. But the time never ever ticked by so slowly. He swore time was moving backwards.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was all over so quickly. It was painfully quick. This is not the way she expected to lose her virginity. Now he lie there next to her, running his fingers through her knotted hair. She felt sick both physically and emotionally.
"Are you feeling alright, my madamoiselle?"
She groaned, "I'm a good girl…."
"You most certainly were," he grinned wickedly.
"No! You don't understand! I have to be married. I mean, we have to be married. It may not be too late. We just won't do it again until after the wedding…" she thought aloud.
"Oh," Jacob frowned. "I thought you knew, my little sunflower, I am married already."