I need sustenance, you have drained me my darling.’ I pulled the silk cord that dangled by the now diminished fire and moments later Jenkins knocked...and entered. She was followed by two servants who laid breakfast upon trays on our bed. Jenkins kissed us both and departed. Was there to be no end to my astonishment? My trousseau was prepared for me in yet another side room. With Jenkins’ assistance I dressed and watched as, as if I were a lady of substance, servants carried portmanteaux of our. One ended by mutual agreement (Evie). One ended because of a horrible miscalculation on my part (Kaci). But did that constitute proof that long-term relationships, or even marriage, were out of the question for me? I couldn't deny it; my point of view was changing here, too. Except, perhaps, when it came to children, which was a very touchy subject with me right now. The unfortunate affair with Kaci from last summer was still quite fresh in my mind.Now, I was involved with Julia. It was far too. She most assuredly did.That didn't mean we couldn't do OTHER things, though! :) I learned to love eating pussy, for one. Since then we've been assured on the highest authority in the land that oral sex is not really sex at all. I'm sure she was relieved to know that, all those years later. I know I breathed a sigh of relief. She probably thought, when she heard the news, that it was OK to go ahead and enter a convent, now that she was finally vindicated. I wish her nothing but. It was mid-morning and Gwendoline and Harriet had spent two nights in the most luxurious suite of the capital's best hotel. Gwen was lying on her tummy on top of the bed, one hand propping up her chin and the other turnng, from time to time, the pages of a book. Her legs were bent at the knees so that her feet were sticking up into the air, her ankles crossed and her feet flexing themselves lazily from time to time. Harriet was kneeling beside the bed, one hand on the small of Gwen's back and.