Post by Lady Jacqueline Deveraux on Sept 23, 2007 17:13:05 GMT -5
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Gazing out into the beautiful but slowly dimming garden full of exotic flowers, Jacqueline leaned against the brick wall, her thoughts elsewhere. In her hand was a small parchment, the creases obviously worn from being folded and refolded, as if she had worried about the validity of the words written therein.
It had all begun a week ago. She had been sketching a picture of an apple, trying to catch the gleam the firelight cast on it, when a servant had entered and given her a note. She said it was from, in her words, “a man from the street.” She hadn’t gotten a good look at his face, so she didn’t know whom it was.
Jacqueline had dismissed the maid and sat looking at the unfamiliar handwriting curiously. Suddenly she hurried to the window and peered, but there was no one there. Her curiosity was overwhelming now, and she opened it, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation at escaping the boredom.
I won’t share the exact wording of the note, but it said for her to go to Vauxhall Garden, at 7 o’clock that day. It was signed, A Secret Admirer. Needless to say it was soon nearing that exact time, and, after throwing on her shawl and quickly telling the maid she was going out and that she wasn’t to be expected back ‘til late, she darted out and got in a carriage.
After the ride, she stepped out and looked around curiously, hoping to catch a glimpse of this secret admirer of hers. Could it be an old lover? She certainly hoped not. She was done with them. I’m not going to give you all the details, and to sum it up, her secret admirer showed up only when it was so dark, she couldn’t see his face. Suddenly, without any warning, the man, whose identity still remains a mystery to her this day, kissed her. His lips were…so sweet. So wanting. She could feel his desire.
I shan’t go into detail, as I said before, but needless to say, they made love very passionately. And he wanted her to come again tomorrow. But only in the darkness. She agreed readily, and so I have caught you up on what has happened. Now she awaits the darkness, and with it, her lover with no face.
She creased the note again and again, subconsciously, wondering who he was. A nobleman? A lowly servant? It didn’t matter, she just wanted his lips on hers again. Twisting a silky ringlet of her golden hair around her finger she suddenly heard a noise behind her. She twirled around quickly, nearly running into someone. Was it him? Her heart beat in her chest, hoping, wishing it was him.
Gazing out into the beautiful but slowly dimming garden full of exotic flowers, Jacqueline leaned against the brick wall, her thoughts elsewhere. In her hand was a small parchment, the creases obviously worn from being folded and refolded, as if she had worried about the validity of the words written therein.
It had all begun a week ago. She had been sketching a picture of an apple, trying to catch the gleam the firelight cast on it, when a servant had entered and given her a note. She said it was from, in her words, “a man from the street.” She hadn’t gotten a good look at his face, so she didn’t know whom it was.
Jacqueline had dismissed the maid and sat looking at the unfamiliar handwriting curiously. Suddenly she hurried to the window and peered, but there was no one there. Her curiosity was overwhelming now, and she opened it, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation at escaping the boredom.
I won’t share the exact wording of the note, but it said for her to go to Vauxhall Garden, at 7 o’clock that day. It was signed, A Secret Admirer. Needless to say it was soon nearing that exact time, and, after throwing on her shawl and quickly telling the maid she was going out and that she wasn’t to be expected back ‘til late, she darted out and got in a carriage.
After the ride, she stepped out and looked around curiously, hoping to catch a glimpse of this secret admirer of hers. Could it be an old lover? She certainly hoped not. She was done with them. I’m not going to give you all the details, and to sum it up, her secret admirer showed up only when it was so dark, she couldn’t see his face. Suddenly, without any warning, the man, whose identity still remains a mystery to her this day, kissed her. His lips were…so sweet. So wanting. She could feel his desire.
I shan’t go into detail, as I said before, but needless to say, they made love very passionately. And he wanted her to come again tomorrow. But only in the darkness. She agreed readily, and so I have caught you up on what has happened. Now she awaits the darkness, and with it, her lover with no face.
She creased the note again and again, subconsciously, wondering who he was. A nobleman? A lowly servant? It didn’t matter, she just wanted his lips on hers again. Twisting a silky ringlet of her golden hair around her finger she suddenly heard a noise behind her. She twirled around quickly, nearly running into someone. Was it him? Her heart beat in her chest, hoping, wishing it was him.