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Chapter Three

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Rhett rang the bell, and a maid appeared. He said, "Mary, bring my ward some food."

Mary curtsied and said, "Yes, Mr. Butler."

After the maid left, Rhett burst out laughing. He said, "This is going to make Scarlett so mad. She is going to think you are my bastard. What is your name?"

"Derek Butler."

"Perfect."

Rhett started laughing again.

Derek asked, "What year is it?"

"Eighteen sixty-nine. What year are you from?"

"Twenty twenty-four."

"I don't believe this."

"Me either. What did you mean about the dog?"

"What dog?"

"You asked Scarlett if she liked her dogs in kennels or mangers."

"It is from Aesop's fables. The Dog and the Manger. There is a dog that won't let the cows into their manger where their hay is stored. The dog cannot eat the hay himself, but he is not letting the cows enjoy it. The moral is: Don't begrudge others what you yourself cannot enjoy."

Mary entered the room. She put Derek's food on his side of the desk. After the food was served and Mary had left the room, Rhett said, "What do you mean call her bluff?"

"She said she didn't want any more children. Go get a condom and tell her that just because y'all don't want to have any more children doesn't mean y'all are going to stop having sex. If this was in my day, she could get on the pill, and it would no longer be a problem."

"The pill?"

"Birth control pill. The woman takes it and then she can't get pregnant."

"That would be nice, but what if she later wants children?"

"She takes one pill a day once she stops taking the pill she becomes fertile again."

"Nice."

"We even have ways to make it a permanent solution."

"So, if I no longer wanted to have children, I could make myself sterile."

"Yes."

"Interesting. What do I do about the locked door?"

"Get to the bedroom before she does. It is your bedroom also. I know she regrets her bringing up the subject of no more babies."

"How?"

Derek smiled and said, "I heard her say so. Afterwards she started crying."

"Maybe Scarlett cares more for me than I think."

"I heard her say that listening to your stories was her favorite part of the day."

"Really? She does care more than I think."

"You are going to have to make it her second-best part of the day."

"How?"

"Ring her bell several times. You are going to have to bring your 'A' game."

"What? My 'A' game?"

"It means your absolutely best performance. You are going to have to be a sexual dynamo."

"That won't be hard. I'm always a sexual dynamo. What do you mean 'ring her bell.'

"Make sure you give her several orgasms."

"What is an orgasm?"

"What you feel at the end."

"Satisfaction?"

"Yes. Satisfaction."

"She can feel that?"

"Are you telling me you haven't ever given her an orgasm? No wonder she is willing to kick you out of her bed. Man, you are a fool. Wait. Wait. Do you even know how to give a woman an orgasm?"

Rhett said snootily, "Yes, I know how to bring a woman satisfaction, but I decided she couldn't feel it because she is a lady."

"Every woman can. Rhett, you have got a lot to learn. She can feel it many times each sexual session. After that there won't be any more discussion about separate bedrooms."

"I guess not." Rhett stood up and said, "Are you finished eating?" With Derek's nod, Rhett continued, "Let's go. I have to buy some condoms. We can talk on the way."

Rhett walked out of his office calling for someone named Pork. Derek followed behind. He saw Rhett talking to another man. Rhett said, "Have the carriage brought around."

"It is out front. Miss Scarlett used it earlier when she went to check on her businesses."

"Perfect. Tell Joseph to meet us at the carriage."

"Yes, Mr. Rhett."

"Pork, this is my ward, Derek. He will be staying with us for a while. Have someone make up one of the guest bedrooms. And have one of the maids get the dirty dishes out of my office. Come along, Derek."

Pork stared at the two men. He knew the young man was related to Mr. Rhett somehow. Probably his bastard. Yet what Pork wanted to know was how did the young man get in the house? He knew he hadn't let him in and where was the young man's trunk. And why was he wearing Mr. Rhett's clothing.

Pork couldn't worry about that right now. He had to go tell Joseph he was needed. He then had to find one of the maids to clean up the dishes in Mr. Rhett's office and make up one of the bedrooms. He wondered which room to put the young man in. He would ask Miss Scarlett. This was the first time the Butlers had ever had a house guest.

Once Derek and Rhett were in the carriage, Derek asked, "Scarlett owns businesses?"

"Yes, a store and two sawmills. She is really quite good at running her businesses."

Derek noticed the pride Rhett had made his statement with. Although Derek knew the answer, he asked the question anyway. "Have you ever told her you think that?"

"No. Why would I do that?"

"To let Scarlett know you are proud of her."

"She doesn't need her conceit stroked. She is already overly proud."

Derek didn't reply to Rhett's statement. He changed the subject to New Orleans. The men chatted about the city the rest of the way to The Painted Lady. Once they got there, Rhett had Joseph park in front of the saloon.

Once they were inside the bar, Derek noticed that the walls were red, there were a lot of mirrors, and the chandeliers were all ornate. He said, "Is this where Scarlett got her decorating ideas for the mansion?"

Rhett laughed and said, "No, she actually got them out of a magazine on home décor. As ugly as the mansion is to you and me, it is very fashionable in places like New York or Boston, but definitely not in the South."

"Is this a whore house?"

"Yes."

"And you parked your carriage in front."

"So?"

"I don't think any wife would want her husband to be blatantly visiting a whore house."

"I don't use the services. It is just where I conduct business. I leave my horse out front all the time."

"Again, I say I don't think any wife would want her husband to be blatantly visiting a whore house for any reason."

"If your plan works, maybe I will be more discreet. If not, I will be even more blatant."

Derek shook his head and followed Rhett to the bar.

There was a woman with red hair who was probably thirty, but she looked forty standing behind the bar. Derek supposed at one time she had been attractive, but now she looked like ten miles of bad road. The woman stared at Derek. She said, "Rhett, who is this? He looks just like you."

"This is my ward, Derek. He doesn't look just like me although I will admit we do favor each other."

"Especially around the jaw line. You have the same-colored eyes and the same-colored hair."

"Yes, we have the same-colored eyes – brown like at least a million other people. A lot of people have ebony hair."

"Your ward's name is Nate."

"I have another ward. I never told you about him. Enough about Derek, my dear, let me have some condoms."

"You want some condoms? Does that mean you want a girl? Have you decided to stop being faithful to the Ice Princess?"

Derek grabbed Rhett's arm and pulled him away from the woman and the bar. He said, "What the hell?! Have you been discussing your wife with … with ..." He turned and looked at the woman and knew what she was. He hissed, "With a madame?"

"You don't need to whisper. She knows what she is. And why not?! She is my friend."

"Please, tell me you haven't been taking advice of any kind from a whore?"

Indignantly Rhett said, "As I said she is my friend."

"Fine. If you wanted to know the best way to give a blow job or fuck a man, I'm sure she is the perfect person to ask advice from, but she wouldn't know the first thing about matters of the heart."

"What is a blow job?"

"Where she sucks your cock to completion."

"She is rather talented that way."

"Focus, Rhett."

"I have found her advice very sound."

Derek stared at Rhett. He said, "All my life, I was told how brilliant you were, but following advice from a whore on how to treat one's wife has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard of."

"She wouldn't steer me wrong. She loves me and wants the best for me."

"No, what she wants is you and your checkbook in her bed." Just then Derek had a horrible thought. He said, "Her name isn't Agnes, is it?"

"No, her name is Belle. And just for your information I have always been able to, as you put it, ring her bell. I have been able to ring every woman's bell, but Scarlett's. It is probably because she is holding herself back in loyalty to Ashley."

Incredulously Derek said, "No, it is because Scarlett is the only woman you have been fucking who hasn't been faking it."

"Faking it? Why would the whores do that?"

"To make you feel like a super lover. A man who has a way with women. To give you your money's worth. Do they moan and groan and tell you how wonderful you are?"

Rhett stared at his descendant. He finally said, "Let's get the condoms and get out of here. I think I need some sexual advice. Although I don't know how you are going to be able to tell me how to ring my wife's bell."

"Do you have a picture of a woman's vagina?"

"That is a very personal question."

"Rhett, my boy, you and I are going to exchange a lot of personal information in the next several hours."

Rhett walked to the bar and said, "Let me have a condom, Belle."

Derek said, "How many do you have?"

"About twenty."

"He will take them all."

Belle looked at Rhett. He said, "Yes, give me all twenty."

Derek turned to Rhett and said, "Pay the woman and let's go."

Belle said, "Twenty dollars."

"It is going to cost me a small fortune to continue sleeping with Scarlett. One more way she is costing me money. Furthermore, I don't want to wear one the rest of my life."

Derek thought, 'That is just a dollar apiece. That isn't that expensive. Wait a minute.' He said, "How much is a drink?"

"You want a whiskey?"

"No, I just want to know how much they are."

"Fifty cents."

Derek did some quick calculations. The drinks he had last night were eight fifty each. Move the decimal point to the left one spot and divide by two. He would have to do the reverse to find out what the price of something was in twenty-first dollars. So, one dollar would be equivalent to twenty dollars in his time. He said, "Belle, is there another way for Rhett to prevent Scarlett getting pregnant?"

"Pregnant?"

Rhett said, "With child."

"Sure, there is the pull-out method."

Both men said, "I know about that one."

Rhett turned to Derek and said, "Your people still use that method despite…"

Derek interrupted Rhett to say, "It is always an option, and it is free. I will explain more later."

"That is true. I don't think I would like that method." Rhett turned to Belle and said, "Any others?"

Despite Belle being confused by the men's conversation, she said, "There are a lot, but there are only two more that are somewhat successful. She could always just get rid of the baby after the fact."

"She will not be doing that. What else?"

"She could douche herself immediately afterwards with hot water and vinegar."

"And the other one?"

"The sponge method. It is what most of the girls use. The man doesn't even know it is there. She gets a small piece of sponge and soaks it in an iron sulfate solution. The iron sulfate kills the sperm. She inserts it inside herself."

"How does she get it out?"

"She ties ribbon to the sponge then uses the ribbon to pull it out."

"Does it have to be freshly soaked each time?"

"It helps."

Derek said, "What are the proportions?"

"What?"

Rhett said, "How much water and how much iron sulfate? And where do I get the iron sulfate?"

"Three cups water to one cup iron. At a pharmacy."

As the men started to walk away Derek said, "Wait, do you have the picture?"

"Yes, I do. It is in my office."

"Then let's get the hell out of here."

After the men had settled in the coach, Derek said, "I stand corrected. There was another subject a whore could give you advice on."

"True. She would be an expert on that subject also."

Both men laughed.