Chapter 3

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Daisy locked and bolted the front door to the boarding house behind her and gather her skirts, climbing the wooden staircase up to her lodgings on the second floor. She unlocked her room and unbuttoned her coat, hanging it on a hook attached to the back of her door.

She sat down on her bed and lit the candle that sat on her bedside table and unpinned her hat from her head, hanging it on her bedpost. Crossing over to her window she shut the shutters and drew the curtains. Making her way back to the bed, she reached behind herself and slowly undid the tiny buttons to her dress. Being careful not to rip or pull anything that would cost her a weeks worth of wages, and draped it over a chair, before setting about undoing her hobnail boots, unpicking the tiny little buttons.

She tossed them onto the floor. Her eyes suddenly felt really heavy. It had been a really long day, luckily tomorrow she was doing the evening shift again, so she could relax during the day. Her close friend Emily had mentioned about going for a walk tomorrow around midday.

She reached behind herself and picked the bow undone on her corset, her little, tiny fingers quickly picking the laces undone. She unthreaded it and folded it up, putting it on the chair with her dress.

Daisy stretched, that corset was so restricting, who on earth thought those devilish things were a good idea to wear? She sighed, before sliding up her petticoats and unclasping her stockings from her garters and rolled them down. She could do with a new pair, but they didn't come cheaply. She had once saved up a months wages to buy some gorgeous scarlet silk stockings she had had her eye on, but had never had an occasion to wear them as of yet.

Her mind flickered to Captain Homer Jackson and she felt her cheeks flushing hot at the thought of him. It wasn't appropriate for a proper lady to think such thoughts of a gentleman. But was Captain Homer Jackson really a gentleman? And what was with Rose and a certain Miss Susan he seemed angry about? The more she thought about him, the more he started to fascinate her. He was like a drug!

Jackson staggered to Miss Susan's' brothel house, which was his place of residence. He tried the door handle but it was locked, so he started banging profusely on the front door. He heard something slide open and then a voice say.

"Lost your key again Homer?" He looked up and saw Susan's face peering out at him stood on the steps below.

"Will ye let me in darlin'. It seems the front door is locked."

"Oh dear, it seems it is." She mocked him.

"Susan, open the damn door!" He demanded banging against it with his fist.

"And what about the rent you owe me Jackson? The girls seem to pay their way, so why can't you?"

"We cam here together Susan, therefore are in this together." He told her through gritted teeth. "If I loose my job here, they'll come after me and then you're going down with me too sweetheart."

He heard a click the other side of the door and a key turn in the lock.

"What's going on Miss Susan?"

Jackson heard Rose's sleepy voice float down the staircase and fill his ears like sweet nectar.

"Nothing, Rose, everything is under control here. You have an early engagement tomorrow so go and get some rest." She told her, one hand on the open door and turned to face her.

Jackson staggered in through the door, stumbling over the threshold.

"Mr Jackson, is that you?" Rose questioned, coming barefoot down the stairs, her long hair flowing around her shoulders. She wrapped her shawl closer around herself.

"Rose, go back to bed!" Susan told her more sternly.

Jackson stumbled past Susan and grabbed onto the banister. Rose giggled a childish giggle behind a small, pale hand.

"May I help ye to yer bedchamber Mr?" She questioned coyly.

"I think Homer is capable of putting himself to bed." Susan was getting cross now, not to mention exhausted. Jackson made to put a foot on the first step and clipped it, tripping.

Rose looked at Susan and raised an eyebrow.

"You may help him to his bedchamber Rose, but then you must return to your room immediately I insist!" She was quite accustomed to their regular escapades, but wasn't prepared to put up with it right now.

Rose nodded, before gently taking one of Jackson's arms in hers and guiding him up the staircase.

Susan stood at the bottom, hands firmly on her hips, watching the two, before letting out a deep sigh.

"That man will be the death of me." She muttered before turning and locking the front door back up again.

Daisy lay there in bed, listening to the wind and the rain hammering against her window. She pulled her blanket more closely around herself. She heard the sound of horse hooves clatter on the cobbles of the main street and then the rumbling of a carriage. She let her mind wander off to her secret space, where she was married to a rich gentleman, and lived in a large country house, where she had a couple of children scampering about.

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