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bit like the day before, except that she could
tell what she was doing, tried even harder to pay attention to what he wanted
and made sure she got a turn as well.
That was a lot more fun.
For the first time in her life she
kind of understood what all the carrying on was about, as far as that kind of
thing went. They did things for a long time as well. Tomas got tired of it
first, but was game to try things on her for a while, regardless.
Then, as soon as they were both
satisfied enough for the time being, Gwen stood up. Nude. Her body was a bit
thin, which she noticed as she looked down, but that had been explained.
“All right. We need to get dressed,
then go someplace. I have an appointment anyway.”
Tomas started moving, getting his
things rather quickly then.
“Oh? I didn’t know… A husband or…”
He looked away, but scrambled. Probably so her big brute of a boyfriend
wouldn’t find him and thrash the innocent man for taking liberties.
Not that it was going down that
way.
Rather than do anything else, she
made sure they were both cleaned up, presentable and tidy. Then held the man
close.
“I hate this next part.”
Gwen really did. Not that she had any choice in the matter. The fear of not
doing it, once the decision was made, was worse than the discomfort of getting
the job done. That had been trained into her, rather painfully.
Before he could respond to the
words, she took him away. Into the night.
Chapter four
They ended up standing in the front
yard of Park Street. The Vernor family main home. To be fair about it, the
thing was less house than not. More like a palace complex. The guest houses sat
at a remove, each big enough for a family of twelve. The whole thing was so
large that, honestly, Gwen had never even been in any of the out buildings.
Except the forbidden shed in the back yard.
Not that anyone would have stopped
her from going into the nice wooden structure. It held gardening and lawn care
tools, most days. In all it looked cute. Innocent. She’d been tortured in it
though and sane or not, that meant she hated the place now. Not enough to burn
it to the ground, but she wasn’t going to take her new guy friend on a tour of
it either.
She was huffing and puffing again,
trying to recover just a little bit faster than the last time. That didn’t
really work, since her body needed the oxygen. That was her bet anyway. That
something in the trick of carrying two people across the kingdom, or even the
world, just caused her brain to use up all the fuel in her blood. Including the
air in her lungs.
That, or just as likely, it did
nothing. In that case she just imagined that she felt so out of sorts.
Regardless, nothing she could manage at the moment prevented her from having to
suck in huge breaths in that few minute time span. On the good side, it didn’t
make her particularly tired, after that part was done. It was very much easier
doing it on her own. So much so that it didn’t even cause her to feel it in
particular. Not now that she could do it.
Finally, after most of three
minutes, she had control of herself again.
“Home. I get that… Well, just come
on?” She lived there. The Vernors did as well, having come back from the
country. They’d basically exiled themselves after everything. Robert had to
stay available for work, of course. That limited the good and effective hiding
that might have happened. Ethyl on the other hand had become nearly a social
pariah over the last years. They were ghastly rich still. Powerful as well.
Nearly royalty.
The thing there was that Katherine
Vernor had so truly tainted the family name that they might just never be able
to really recover from the shame. Even Gwen was feeling that a bit. Though, to
be truthful, so far the people that had known she was herself hadn’t beaten or
spit on her like she probably deserved for her failures. They’d been… Normal.
Maybe a bit shy about her, but not condemning her part in things.
Walking to
tell what she was doing, tried even harder to pay attention to what he wanted
and made sure she got a turn as well.
That was a lot more fun.
For the first time in her life she
kind of understood what all the carrying on was about, as far as that kind of
thing went. They did things for a long time as well. Tomas got tired of it
first, but was game to try things on her for a while, regardless.
Then, as soon as they were both
satisfied enough for the time being, Gwen stood up. Nude. Her body was a bit
thin, which she noticed as she looked down, but that had been explained.
“All right. We need to get dressed,
then go someplace. I have an appointment anyway.”
Tomas started moving, getting his
things rather quickly then.
“Oh? I didn’t know… A husband or…”
He looked away, but scrambled. Probably so her big brute of a boyfriend
wouldn’t find him and thrash the innocent man for taking liberties.
Not that it was going down that
way.
Rather than do anything else, she
made sure they were both cleaned up, presentable and tidy. Then held the man
close.
“I hate this next part.”
Gwen really did. Not that she had any choice in the matter. The fear of not
doing it, once the decision was made, was worse than the discomfort of getting
the job done. That had been trained into her, rather painfully.
Before he could respond to the
words, she took him away. Into the night.
Chapter four
They ended up standing in the front
yard of Park Street. The Vernor family main home. To be fair about it, the
thing was less house than not. More like a palace complex. The guest houses sat
at a remove, each big enough for a family of twelve. The whole thing was so
large that, honestly, Gwen had never even been in any of the out buildings.
Except the forbidden shed in the back yard.
Not that anyone would have stopped
her from going into the nice wooden structure. It held gardening and lawn care
tools, most days. In all it looked cute. Innocent. She’d been tortured in it
though and sane or not, that meant she hated the place now. Not enough to burn
it to the ground, but she wasn’t going to take her new guy friend on a tour of
it either.
She was huffing and puffing again,
trying to recover just a little bit faster than the last time. That didn’t
really work, since her body needed the oxygen. That was her bet anyway. That
something in the trick of carrying two people across the kingdom, or even the
world, just caused her brain to use up all the fuel in her blood. Including the
air in her lungs.
That, or just as likely, it did
nothing. In that case she just imagined that she felt so out of sorts.
Regardless, nothing she could manage at the moment prevented her from having to
suck in huge breaths in that few minute time span. On the good side, it didn’t
make her particularly tired, after that part was done. It was very much easier
doing it on her own. So much so that it didn’t even cause her to feel it in
particular. Not now that she could do it.
Finally, after most of three
minutes, she had control of herself again.
“Home. I get that… Well, just come
on?” She lived there. The Vernors did as well, having come back from the
country. They’d basically exiled themselves after everything. Robert had to
stay available for work, of course. That limited the good and effective hiding
that might have happened. Ethyl on the other hand had become nearly a social
pariah over the last years. They were ghastly rich still. Powerful as well.
Nearly royalty.
The thing there was that Katherine
Vernor had so truly tainted the family name that they might just never be able
to really recover from the shame. Even Gwen was feeling that a bit. Though, to
be truthful, so far the people that had known she was herself hadn’t beaten or
spit on her like she probably deserved for her failures. They’d been… Normal.
Maybe a bit shy about her, but not condemning her part in things.
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