Chapter 2

The breeze of the hot summer afternoon filled Samantha's senses, she sat on her balcony sill, her gaze directed towards the road that entered the Manson Manor, she awaited for her brother's arrival. She was confused, and angry beyond reason, it wasn't news for her that Daniel Fenton had a clumsy habit of breaking things. She vaguely remembered him when they were 14, that he always managed to be tardy and how he was caught in an indecent exposure, every single time. But she had thought, that now, in his twenties, he would be a little more careful. She sighed as she awaited to see a jeep cross the gates. Then lo and behold, she saw him. Her brother, she jumped in glee and ran for the door.

Her brother had arrived after a months time, she was more than happy, she was vivacious. As she sprinted towards the empty hallway, her boots, that her mother always complained about, clanked, indicating a sound that resonated in the hallway. She reached the living room, that was illuminated with the sunlight that was peeking out of the heavily curtained windows. She saw her brother facing another man, with his back turned to her. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, after that, she shouted at her brother, "Long time no see, Mate!" with the sound of her sisters amused voice, Jonathan Manson turned around to face her. His blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, giving him the look of an army confederate. His blue eyes glimmered at the sight of his sister who had her hands behind her back, and an amused look on her face. He opened his arms, and Sam wasted no time, and engulfed her brother in a tight embrace, that literally knocked him off the ground, but he balanced himself, and embraced her with as much love as ever.

Although, Samantha was a person that was not immune to close contact, but she'd make an exception in this case. Both pulled away and looked at each other. Sam was the first to spoke as she wrinkled her nose, "You little cheat, you were supposed to be arriving a week ago!" she accused him and he just laughed at her, "You've gotten heavy. What did the maids feed you?" both started teasing each other, like they used to when they were young, and they would've continued if it weren't for the cough that came from their side. Samantha pulled away, at least she would try to act like a 'lady', in front of her brothers friends.

Jonathan took the lead and gestured his hand at the man standing in front of them, "Samantha, this is my close friend. Sir..." but his sentence wavered in the air as Sam walked forward and held out her hand towards the gentleman, who shook hers warmly, as she said, "Sir Gregor Marshall! My brother mentioned you a lot in his letters." Marshall gave her a warm smile as he pulled back and straightened his collar, "Well did he now? I hope nothing too embarassing," at that all the inhabitants of the room gave out a small laugh. Marshall was a man in his late twenties, with glittering grey hair that held experience, rather than age. His dull green eyes took in Samantha's petite figure and he held his coat in place, "Jonathan, your sister is quite an exquisite looking maiden. Never have I seen such a peculiar beauty," he said and Sam blushed at his choice of words and gave out a small smile.

Jonathan agreed to this, his sister was indeed a very peculiar beauty, with the most attracting and peculiar violet eyes, and despite a woman who wore male garments often, she was graceful in her movements.

The silence was becoming rather awkward for Sam, she fanned her hand on her face, "Wooh! It is getting hot in here, don't you think, Johnny?"

"Yes, I believe it has gotten quite humid these last few days," Jonathan passed Sam an amused smile and turned his face towards his acquaintances, "We have a lake by the woods. Beautiful view, really. Do you think you're interested, Marshall?"

Marshall gave a curtsy nod, and Sam called out, "Michael!" and the servant came in, a small red-headed male. Sam took hold of Marshall's luggage and handed it to Michael, "Mikey, take this to Sir Marshall's room, the one I told you about," then she turned to Gregor, "You might want to freshen up. We'll meet you by the lake. Micheal will escort you there," Gregor nodded and followed Mikey out of the living area and both Jonathan and Samantha walked towards the large double doors and proceeded towards the lake.

Marshall walked behind Michael who was having trouble carrying the luggage. Gregor started a small conversation with the servant, after observing the artifacts and beautiful tapestries of the Manor, "Just how old is this Manor?" Michael balanced the suitcase in his arms and said without turning back, trying not to tumble, "Older than most of us, Sir." Gregor nodded absentmindedly as he heard giggling from a room, whose door was ajar. He stopped outside the door and peeked inside, he saw two girls inside, in which one was huffing angrily, and the other was giggling uncontrollably. He saw that Michael had stopped and turned to look if there was any trouble, but Gregor gave him a wave, indicating that he walked on without him, and he did just that.

Gregor straightened himself and knocked on the door, and the denizens of the room sat up straight as they saw a man walk in. Gregor came in and smiled at both girls, one caught his attention who he thought was Jonathan's younger sister, "You must be Miss Danielle Manson. Am I correct?" he gazed as Danielle's face turned towards him, looking at him confusedly, "Yes, and you are..." she trailed and Gregor spoke up, "My name is Gregor Marshall. I am a close friend of your brother's," as the name made Danielle's face turn from confused to recognition, she smiled and sat up to shake hands with the elder man, "Yes, I've heard about you, Sir. And if you're here, then that means that brother is home!" Gregor nodded and saw the little girl's face lit up with a wide smile. She got out of his way and motioned him to come in, Gregor walked in and looked at Star, who smiled warmly at him, "I'm Danielle's cousin, Starlet. Pleasure to meet you, Sir Marshall!" Marshall sat down beside her and took the hand that was stretched towards him and kissed the back of Star's hand, "The pleasures all mine. But call me Gregor. Marshall is more of a formal title," Star nodded with a blush on her face.

His attention diverted towards Dani, "So I heard that you are a very successful writer. And that you are currently writing another book?" Dani blushed and nodded her head, "I've finished my book, Sir...I mean Gregor. I was about to perform it as a play by the end of the week!"

"Than I would have to prolong me stay in order to see it."

"Oh, that would mean so much to me."

Star licked her lips and looked at Gregor with her head tilted, "I would clearly enjoy your stay." Gregor flashed her a smile, and Dani felt uncomfortable, all of a sudden. She got up, "I should probably go. I was about to go in the woods."

"Well then, you should join me. Your brother and sister are by the lake, I was on my way there right now." Dani shook her head softly and gave an apologetic smile.

"Wouldn't you want to see your brother?" the thought of her brother made her almost change her plan. But she wasn't in any mood to cross paths with her sister, after what she had witnessed by the fountain.

"No, I'll catch up later." Just then Michael walked in and Gregor said his farewells and followed him.

Dani cast a glance at Star who was still staring in the direction Gregor went and Dani ran out towards the woods to ease her constricted nerves. So that she could think of what was transpiring around her all of a sudden.

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Dear Sam,

Can you forgive me for what happen earlier...

Pulled out and crumpled, then thrown in the nearby trash can.

Dear Sam,

I am extremely apologetic of what happen by the fountain...

Pulled out and crumpled, then thrown in the trash can.

That was what had occurred since the last hour. Danny wrote an apologetic letter to Sam, but crumpled it and threw it away. They weren't expressing the feelings that he wanted the words to. About 10 pages had been placed in the type writer, and after a few exchange of words, they had been crumpled and thrown in the trash can. He held his head in his hands as he gazed around the room, then back at the type writer in front of him. He sighed, this was certainly not going as planned, but he was trying. Just then his gaze fell upon a book, Grey's Anatomy, an old book. That had the basic anatomical structures, helpful for doctors and surgeons. His mother had bought him that book, so that it might be helpful for him when he went to Cambridge.

He thought of how Sam had treated him when they were in school, that was the time when she started ignoring him, and started treating him like trash. But he didn't care, even when she had come to his dorm once, to ask him of a favor, since she obviously couldn't go outside school ground. She came with her friend in tow, he remembered when he went to retrieve his boots that she whispered in her friend's ear that he was the son of a cleaning lady. But he didn't care, he remembered how she took off her boots that reached her knees, and how it exposed her long creamy legs. He felt a deep desire to kiss them. She was so beautiful, but he knew that she would never feel the way he felt for her, in a million years. So he had stopped pinning after her.

But just the thought of her bare legs, made him think that she was bare in his dorm. Bare for him. He felt the heat rush to his groin and he placed yet another paper in the type writer and typed, as the clicking of the buttons echoed in his empty room.

Dear Sam,

You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad. The truth is, I feel rather light-headed and foolish in your presence, Sam, and I don't think I can blame the heat! Will you forgive me? Danny.

He halted, and before he could stop himself, he typed down,

In my dreams I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. In my thoughts I make love to you all day long.

He pulled back and stared at the paper in his hand and what he had written in it. At first he couldn't think of anything to cajole his perverted thoughts, but then suddenly a laugh broke out from him. And he started laughing wholeheartedly. It was strange, really. How he managed to write that without getting a minor heart attack. He folded the paper and placed it in an envelope he had placed on his table, and got off the chair as he pulled his shirt over his head and walked in the bathroom.

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"I had thought that you'd have gathered enough courage to ask a woman to marry you. But I see that you're still working the bugs with it."

Jonathan looked up from his slouched position as he glared at his sister, who was sitting nonchalantly by the lake in her swim suit. Jonathan gave out a huff, and lied down. Then remembered what had occurred before he had come home. He sat up straight and Gregor opened his eyes and looked at his friends sudden change of position.

"Sammy!"

Sam rolled her eyes at the nick name and looked dryly at her brother, "What?" she dead-panned.

"Guess who we met up with on our way in?"

"Who?"

"Danny. We asked him to join us for dinner!"

"What!? Oh Johnny, you didn't."

"But I did. It'll be fun to have him around."

And Sam smacked her hand on her forehead, the one person she was avoiding was coming to a formal dinner at her house. Her day couldn't get any better. She muttered, "Oh God, kill me now!" and jumped in the water with a splash as she placed those swimming classes to good use.

Gregor looked at Jonathan, "What does she have against the gardener boy?" confused at Sam's sudden outburst.

Jonathan didn't move a muscle as he murmured, "Tension. Deep and delicious tension. Better to leave it be," and Gregor shrugged and the topic was closed.

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As Danny went inside the bathroom, he stripped himself of his clothing and entered the already prepared bath tub, with a champagne bottle close to him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the soothing feeling the warm water provided. After a long and tiring day of work, where he had to take care of each and every plant in the garden, and after facing Sam earlier, he was bound to be tired, tired beyond belief. He really needed to talk to her, to let her know that he was truly sorry. And that was when it hit him, how to apologize. He took a few gulps of his liquor and got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist, as he drained the water.

He walked into his room, bare, with only a towel wrapped around his lower abdomen, he sat down on the chair and placed another page in the type writer, and he hoped that, that was the last paper, and wrote down his apology, and how he didn't want to ruin the little wire of friendship they still had, and how he messed up completely. He finished the letter and got up to get dressed for the dinner.

After that, he clasped the envelope in his hand and walked outside, it was better to give the letter now, so that she wouldn't be glaring at him during dinner. He kissed his mother's temple and ran outside. As he reached the drive way, he heard a few thrashing sounds from the hill below him, he looked down and saw Dani holding a stick and thrashing at the high grass. She saw him and he waved his hand for her to come towards him, she obeyed and ran up towards him.

She jumped the iron holdings, and stood before him with an expressionless face.

"D'you think you could do me a favour?" he asked as she nodded and he handed her the envelope.

"Could you give this to Sam?" she took the envelope and nodded again as she ran down the hill.

Danny smiled at her, he caught a glimpse of a red colored tag on the envelope and his smile turned into a frown. His eyes widened as recognition hit him, No. He remembered that the letter he intended to giving Sam wasn't placed inside an envelope, and if that was the case then...

"DANIELLE!" he shouted as his face etched in horror of what was happening. But it was too late.

Okay, so people this is a story that occurred during the World War II. And all the characters are British, with a British accent, yay. And God help Danny O_O, he's doomed.

So review, oh and AJ: Got your reply. And the answer to your question is that Jazz said that Sam wouldn't forgive him, for what he had done to her.

WARNING: Oh and people, I can see that the conversation just turned R-rated. Oops! And in the next to next chapter will be the sex scene. Don't worry, I'm not going to turn this T-rated story into an M-rated one, it will be shown, and it will go in a bit of details, but not completely lemony, I'm not doing that, that is not my thing. But warning, the story is borderline M.

So, Love,

Red