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sons’ reputations as womanisers. No hint of sexual gossip was permitted in her presence.
While musing on that, Lara took Sam down to the kitchens for a raid on the refrigerator. Shopping had been a spree, and more fun than she had expected. Both Myling and Elizabeth were for spoiling her with a new look, which they insinuated she would be needing. It appeared in the form of six beautiful new outfits. For Lara, snack-hunting in the refrigerator with her lover kissing the back of her neck, life was fast becoming a wonderful roller-coaster ride. So it came as a great shock to her when he announced, ‘We have a problem. Aunt Bidi called – she’s on her way back.’
Lara swung around. Sam kissed her eyes and then her lips ever so gently. ‘Where can we go?’ she asked.
‘It’s not a matter of where. There are other places we will be able to use. But we can’t today, Lara. All we have is an hour. It’s too unfair, but that’s the way it is. I haveto go to the lawyer’s with my father this afternoon. I had no idea. He told me at lunch. The trustees are having a meeting and are making over some property to me. I must be there.’
‘And after?’
‘We’re leaving directly for the country. But there’s the entire weekend. I’m free then and we can be together. We can make love on your boat, on the beach, in the stable, the boat-house, in my room and yours at Cannonberry Chase. It will be wonderful. I love you, Lara. It’s only begun for us. We have a lifetime to make love to each other.’
Sam did not understand how much she yearned to be taken by him that afternoon, on their own, away from anything that had to do with family or their everyday lives. Yes, fucked. Not just made love to as he was doing now. He simply had no idea how sensual a lady she was. What her needs were. She herself had only confronted her sexuality and accepted it in the last twenty-four hours. David knew. Why, even Myling and Luan understood, and yet the man she loved and had wholly given herself to didn’t understand. She felt a twinge of sadness. But Sam’s protestations of love, like a soothing balm upon a wound, took the sting away. There was after all the weekend to look forward to, and his love and sex then. These were new beginnings for them both. Thus did she rationalise, not for the last time in her life, as a way to cope with disappointment.
Emily, from the window of her upstairs sitting room, watched Lara and Sam sitting on a bench in the garden. It was her fondest dream that they should marry. A merger of the two families would delight the Faynes as much as the Stantons. Sam had always been like one of the family. She loved him as much as her own children already. One less outsider to bring into the clan. Whata lucky girl Lara was and only three weeks before her departure for school. Just enough time for the couple’s newfound love to blossom, and not enough time for them to get into trouble with it. Then home, and Lara’s social coming out. After Smith College – all the Stanton women went to Smith – and a year at home and in society, a grand wedding. Perfect! Emily was well pleased with herself. Lara had been slotted into her plans beautifully.
Emily’s tea that afternoon took place without most of the family who had already departed for Cannonberry Chase. It was served in the library in front of the fire to Emily, Henry, David, Elizabeth, Jamal Ben El-Raisuli and his mother, a gloriously beautiful French woman whom his father had stolen away from a French Minister of State. She had never been accepted into the house except at tea-time, for scandals were never forgotten by Emily, no matter how many years of good behaviour went into atoning for them.
It appeared that Jamal’s mother had a box at the opera. A young Spanish-American tenor was making his debut in Rossini and there was a seat to spare. David declined it, since he was due for dinner in the country. Emily of course declined; her excuse, that she too was
While musing on that, Lara took Sam down to the kitchens for a raid on the refrigerator. Shopping had been a spree, and more fun than she had expected. Both Myling and Elizabeth were for spoiling her with a new look, which they insinuated she would be needing. It appeared in the form of six beautiful new outfits. For Lara, snack-hunting in the refrigerator with her lover kissing the back of her neck, life was fast becoming a wonderful roller-coaster ride. So it came as a great shock to her when he announced, ‘We have a problem. Aunt Bidi called – she’s on her way back.’
Lara swung around. Sam kissed her eyes and then her lips ever so gently. ‘Where can we go?’ she asked.
‘It’s not a matter of where. There are other places we will be able to use. But we can’t today, Lara. All we have is an hour. It’s too unfair, but that’s the way it is. I haveto go to the lawyer’s with my father this afternoon. I had no idea. He told me at lunch. The trustees are having a meeting and are making over some property to me. I must be there.’
‘And after?’
‘We’re leaving directly for the country. But there’s the entire weekend. I’m free then and we can be together. We can make love on your boat, on the beach, in the stable, the boat-house, in my room and yours at Cannonberry Chase. It will be wonderful. I love you, Lara. It’s only begun for us. We have a lifetime to make love to each other.’
Sam did not understand how much she yearned to be taken by him that afternoon, on their own, away from anything that had to do with family or their everyday lives. Yes, fucked. Not just made love to as he was doing now. He simply had no idea how sensual a lady she was. What her needs were. She herself had only confronted her sexuality and accepted it in the last twenty-four hours. David knew. Why, even Myling and Luan understood, and yet the man she loved and had wholly given herself to didn’t understand. She felt a twinge of sadness. But Sam’s protestations of love, like a soothing balm upon a wound, took the sting away. There was after all the weekend to look forward to, and his love and sex then. These were new beginnings for them both. Thus did she rationalise, not for the last time in her life, as a way to cope with disappointment.
Emily, from the window of her upstairs sitting room, watched Lara and Sam sitting on a bench in the garden. It was her fondest dream that they should marry. A merger of the two families would delight the Faynes as much as the Stantons. Sam had always been like one of the family. She loved him as much as her own children already. One less outsider to bring into the clan. Whata lucky girl Lara was and only three weeks before her departure for school. Just enough time for the couple’s newfound love to blossom, and not enough time for them to get into trouble with it. Then home, and Lara’s social coming out. After Smith College – all the Stanton women went to Smith – and a year at home and in society, a grand wedding. Perfect! Emily was well pleased with herself. Lara had been slotted into her plans beautifully.
Emily’s tea that afternoon took place without most of the family who had already departed for Cannonberry Chase. It was served in the library in front of the fire to Emily, Henry, David, Elizabeth, Jamal Ben El-Raisuli and his mother, a gloriously beautiful French woman whom his father had stolen away from a French Minister of State. She had never been accepted into the house except at tea-time, for scandals were never forgotten by Emily, no matter how many years of good behaviour went into atoning for them.
It appeared that Jamal’s mother had a box at the opera. A young Spanish-American tenor was making his debut in Rossini and there was a seat to spare. David declined it, since he was due for dinner in the country. Emily of course declined; her excuse, that she too was
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