By dumb luck or divine intervention I had ended up on this snowy night just before Christmas, in this house with this family.I looked at Carolyn. Her ...eautiful face was full of concern."Just a bit tired is all ... must be getting old."She touched the side of my face, knowing full well that wasn't all, but she let it go.I looked at her. I still held the letter."Maybe Jessica and I should burn this letter together." I think that would be appropriate." Matt..." Is there something more Carolyn?". Carrying on in my father's example, I considered the servants my property and freely used them as such. The other family trait, uncontrolled rage, was just an added perk.Helen was the fair skinned daughter of nobles, very different from the ignorant, poor servants I so happily exploited for pleasure. She was a docile, obedient young girl raised with high born manners, who therefore rarely spoke. She had light blue eyes and abnormally long, lean legs; nubile under her gowns. She seemed so. Iske baad usne apna sir mere shoulder par rakh diya or phir maine use pucha ki didi yes or no,usne kaha no,sahyad wo samaj gayi ki main usko kiss karna chahta hoon. Maine usko phir pucha ki didi yes or no to usne kuch jawab nahi diya tab main uske sir upper karne ka wait karne laga or jaise hi usne apna face upper kiya usi waqt maine apne lips uske lips par rakh diya or chusne lagyapehle to usne resist kiya par baad main saath dene lagi or mere muh main apni jib tak daal kar chusne lagi.Kasam. She needed a man. Or at least a cock, maybe two, or three. Life was passing her by. It was time to take action.“Rosie where is my caligraphy set!” Melissa shouted abruptly.Rosie came running but found the bed chamber door bolted“In the parlour Miss!” she replied.“Good,” Melissa agreed and went down to start her master plan.First she drew up with her own quill pen a letter requesting a room for several days commencing at the earliest time at an Hotel adjacent to the town quay, one frequented.