She had laughed at me before making the antique bore remark. I could have stopped her physically, I suppose, but that would have really damaged our fr...gile relationship. I let her go hoping that she would learn sense in a few weeks time. I won’t have that few weeks. I’ll be dead shortly after dawn because Major Simon saw Emily in a bower in Vauxhall Gardens, not just with her women friends but in male company as well — men who weren’t eligible for polite society. I love Emily. I think she is. The room was reasonable and had two double beds.“You sleep on one bed and put the girls in the other. I’ll sleep on that cot.”“Nonsense, I wouldn’t feel OK with you in that miserable looking cot. You came all the way to help us. The least I can do is give you the bed.”“You would take the cot?”“We’ll see.” She said.By this time the girls were already asleep on the other bed over the covers.“Sure, I’m too tired to argue. Put your girls under the covers while I wash my face and take care of some. I looked around the dance floor and our table and Joan was nowhere to be seen. Occasionaly I worry about Joan's safety. She'll do anything for a sex adventure.I wandered out to the patio and looked around. Then I heard Joan moaning. She was in a gazebo in the garden. I walked over and saw her splayed on a divan and Winston was between her legs. They were absorbed in their sex play. I walked over and stood by Joan. She looked up at me with lust glazed eyes and said, "Oh Dick, watch meeee. “What happened yesterday?”“He told me that he was worried about Harry taking advantage of you. I’ll never forget the look on his face.”“Why would he think Harry would take advantage of me?”Hanging her head in shame, June said, “Harry is the son of a rich man. You are the daughter of a poor man. Your dad believes that the sons of rich men can get away with doing anything they want to the daughters of poor men. He believes that poor men can’t do anything about it. He looked so worried and.