Sorry about the RIDICULOUS time between updates. I've been busy.
Disclaimer: I'm being lazy. See chapter 1.
She had always liked the name Andrea.
He would shoot me.
She didn't write the letter.
She supposed that it would have been a good idea to. He had a right to know in some other way than the first thing on a Sunday morning.
I just know he would.
She really did indulge herself.
So beautiful.
The Countess had asked, repeatedly, why, and where, and when (though that was rather obvious) and most of all who.
I can't tell.
She had refused, begged off on the account of privacy.
He would be livid. Reading it in the paper.
But she told the Admiral it was Richard.
It added up rather neatly.
She supposed that, in the end, it wasn't terribly indulgent.
She really couldn't help it.
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I know the lack of realism in this, but goddammit, that would be awesome.
Please review. One last chapter, I think. Epilogue and such.