I oiled my hands again and put them on on her bum cheeks. A lot more ooos and arhs. I kneaded her bum like I was making bread which she seemed to love... By now I had given up applying the oil to my hands and was pouring it directly onto her skin. I poured a little puddle in the small of her back and used my hands to smooth downwards over her bum cheeks, Which again she seemed to enjoy. So I dribbled a little more across he bum in preparation for repeating the exercise when a drop started to run. I knew I was loosing control, I was totally out of it. I grabbed her hand and guided her towards the exit. The next thing I remember was her warm piss on my face, as I was flat on my back on the grass in the car park in front of the club. I could hear and feel the music. Fully drenched, we made our way back to the hotel. The 500 meters took us a while, as we could not stop touching each other every time we could her music blaring out of the clubs. Back in the room… Monique was moaning and. "He is Alfred, Viscount Standing. My lover. See it is all quite civilized."Thus was my life, living at Chetford House with a husband who wasn't a husband, and another husband who wasn't a husband who nonetheless gave me more of love and tenderness than most husbands would offer their wives. I birthed four children, all of them by Rupert. Danbury the eldest was a model that shamed Dashwood. He worked hard at his studies, he was keen to understand how the estate worked and what crops should be. For even now, even after how badly it ended, that was where he was supposed to be. Knowing what he now knows, feeling what he feels now, with all the hurt that he has ensured afterwards, he still wouldn’t have changed anything, being there with her after her husband died was where he was supposed to be. And to answer her question, ‘of how do I know?’, It’s simple, because he was there and he knows, and for him, that’s good enough. It’s like that proverbial question of how do we know that god.