Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)
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				Title: <strong>Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>22-01-2016, 08:08:00</strong>
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				There was a desperate feeling in the air as she was entering the Duke and Duchess of Sussex’s home for the beginning of the season. This was the second ball that she had attended however… this was the first that had some meaning. The next few weeks would be filled with invitations to balls, musicals and dinner parties. There would be appearances at the theatre and walks in the park… rides in carriages. It was the season but the problem was that it was Lady Louise Saville (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cb/e0/0b/cbe00bd4872d972d141d6bad022f8693.jpg), the Daughter of the Earl of Halifax’s third season. Of course, she had had marriage proposals but none of them from gentlemen with both the title and the money that her family needed. <br><br>And it was as her father had instructed her that they needed both if the title and Earldom were to survive. There had certainly been a lot of pressure put on her shoulder since her coming out three years before when she had had to go to the Palace and bow to the Queen before being given her official debut into society at the age of 18. Now, she was one and twenty. Not really considered an old maiden but her father had been furious. After all, a season was quite expensive to put on the show that you had the income to put on a show. Which, they did not have the money like they had once had before. <br><br>It was not as if Louise was not pretty or charming, she was simply looking to be matched with the Duke of Sussex’s oldest son, the Viscount of Truro. However, the man simply did not have eyes for her. Or anyone… it seemed. And yet, her father insisted that she try her part at charming the man. <br><br>How could she do that if he did not even ask her to dance?<br><br>It was one of the many questions floating in her mind as she was announced to the ballroom along with her parents, she stepped down the stairs as a few of the onlookers were watching her. Louise did look radiant that evening… dressed in red and yellow evening gown, the golden yellow contrasting with the red rose patterns and delicate fabric roses on her sleeves. Red ribbons donned on her bustle. Her hair pinned up on top of her head. It was only a pity that she could not enjoy herself completely like some of the other young ladies. After all, she was to be married by the end of this season. Her father was determined. <br><br>The ballroom was truly beautiful, lit with the electricity that was becoming fashionable and something that the masses could enjoy. The marvels of a dawn of an age of industry and a new kind of wonder and power. <br><br>Many saying that it was a time to be alive. <br><br>Her eyes glanced around the room, seeing if there was anyone that she knew… well, the truth was that she knew quite a lot of people. Some had been men who wanted her affections, others ladies who she had had tea with before and outings with in the park as she smiled and greeted people. <br><br>A few gentlemen asking if they could possibly have a dance so that her dance card would be filled. Well, it was more of a booklet but everyone called a card for some reason or other. What Louise failed to notice was a familiar face… someone who was perhaps, too familiar for her liking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>25-01-2016, 11:56:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/crimson-peak-tom-hiddleston-image-5.jpg)</div>Thomas Hamilton was bored, almost dreadfully so.&nbsp; To be frank and honest he rather be back at his workshop tinkering.&nbsp; He was certain that he was close to creating an automaton that could hand complex tasks.&nbsp; It was a matter of relocating the internal combustion power source from the outside to the inside, insulating it, and then moving the logic functions from the head to a large compartment upon the automaton's back.&nbsp; The increased space the back compartment would allow him to map out the logic functions, he was certain of it.&nbsp; Enough so that the automaton could carry out some of the basic labor functions at many industrial areas in London.&nbsp; While the cost would be expensive, they would not need to be paid wages, and one automaton could replace three, perhaps five laborers.&nbsp; The amount of money saved in wages alone would be worth the investment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not to mention the money and position his employer, the self professed Scarlet King of London, would gain from it.<br><br>In London, indeed in most of the British Isles, the utilities and technology alone were controlled by the Steam Council.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Steam Council was at this time comprised of seven industrialists, the so called Steam Barons.&nbsp; While they all had names, such as his employer was Master William Reading, public owner of Reading and Bartelsman, they were well known by the names that the public had given them, as each had made certain that the lights in the areas of Britain that they controlled were done so in those colors.&nbsp; So, Thomas' employer was the Scarlet King, with the other Steam Barons being the Black King, the Blue King, the Gold King, the Gray Queen, Green Queen, and the Violet Queen.&nbsp; Of the seven, the Scarlett King had the second to smallest territories that he controlled, but his wealth was vast.&nbsp; The Blue King, the so called "King Coal" Robert Blount of Old Blue Gas and Rail, held the largest, or so everyone thought.&nbsp; The Black King, whom no one knew who he was, controlled the underground of London, yet no one knew for certain.&nbsp; Followed there after in size or influence were Gold, Green, Violet, and Gray.<br><br>There was a delicate balance among the Steam Council, as any one of the Barons would turn upon one another if it was in their advantage, and they could get away with it.&nbsp; Each of them however were unwilling to declare outright war among the streets with one another.&nbsp; At that point it did not matter how much money they paid their bought for politicians in Parliament, in order to preserve the Empire they would unleash the Royal Army to restore peace and order, and that would be far too costly an outcome for any of the barons.&nbsp; So because of that they plot, and scheme, and find the discrete ways to gain what power and influence that the can in the British Empire.<br><br>That was where Thomas's creations came into play.&nbsp; As far as anyone could tell, each of the Barons employed their own Builders, as they were called.&nbsp; People like Thomas that had the keen intellect and skill to create and build new technologies.&nbsp; With the monopoly they has on parts and utilities, only one employed by a Steam Baron would have the opportunity to do such.&nbsp; Any independent out there, anyone that created rival discoveries that could put the monopoly in jeopardy were ruthlessly and without mercy crushed by the Steam Council by any means they had, and they were many means they had.&nbsp; His own King was on the more shadier side, by all that Thomas had heard, and people that crossed him ended up dead, by poison so the rumors been told.&nbsp; It did not bother Thomas much at the moment.&nbsp; He was far to important to the Scarlet King for him to kill, at least at the moment.<br><br>The Scarlet King did have the influence however to compel Thomas' presence at the Duchess of Sussex's gala.&nbsp; It was odd as normally the Scarlet King, the known rake that he was with women, and not all of them willing participants in his bed, this would seam like his cup of tea.&nbsp; A previous engagement he said.&nbsp; He attempted to use logic on him, that his work was far more important, but it was for naught.&nbsp; So that was&nbsp; how Thomas found himself here, letting the Duke and Duchess know that the Scarlet King was still a part of their lives.&nbsp; Thomas was wondering how much more time he had to put in at this droll affair when he finally noticed her.<br><br>The Lady Louise Saville.<br><br>The mere sight of her stunned and shocked Thomas, and caused a maelstrom of emotions inside of him.&nbsp; She was his first fling, his first love, his first foray into the realm of sexual pleasure.&nbsp; They never fucked, no her maiden's head was far to valuable for that, but there were other ways for a man and woman to enjoy themselves.&nbsp; They were both young, and a bit reckless, headless of the consequences and the risks.&nbsp; At lease for a while.&nbsp; Things chanced when Louise started her season.&nbsp; She had a flock of gentlemen callers then, and suddenly Thomas was no longer cultured or sophisticated enough for him.&nbsp; &nbsp; Thomas never did know if it was her father, the Earl, that put pressure upon Louise to end her dalliance with Thomas, her mother, or if the whole experience of her first Season went to the young woman's head.&nbsp; Regardless it was not long into the Season that Thomas was dismissed from the house.<br><br>It sung to be certain, so much so that Thomas still had lingering emotions of rage at the sight of her, but in the end he perhaps owed her a bit of thanks.&nbsp; After all, if it were not for that situation that Thomas never would have been noticed by the Scarlet King at all.&nbsp; Thomas had been part of a group that met and discussed their ideas of technology and worked upon their creations.&nbsp; A man such as Thomas' skill and intellect was such that he shown like a beacon in the night for those that knew where to look for such talent, and the Scarlet King was one such.&nbsp; He must have wanted Thomas in his employ badly as he told Thomas that he could name his price.&nbsp; What he asked for surprised the Scarlet King for it was not a large sum of money up front or the sorts.&nbsp; No, all that Thomas asked for was that the pending betrothal of Louise to the Duke of Norfolk's son and heir be sabotaged and never see the light of day.&nbsp; <br><br>Being the valet for the Earl, Thomas could see the writing on the wall for the Earl's family as clear as the Earl could.&nbsp; Halifax was not a profitable estate.&nbsp; Indeed the cost in utilities alone would bankrupt and put into debt even the most affluence, as the Earl was discovering.&nbsp; He could not sell of holdings without his situation becoming known among the peerage, a certain death for him, so the marriage to a wealthy noble family such as the Duke of Norfolk was the only way for the Earl to stave off his creditors and make the changes needed make Halifax and his other business investments profitable.&nbsp; Loosing that proposal cost the Earl dearly, that and Thomas knowing what investments were crucial to the Earl and putting forth effort and capital to see them go to ruin.&nbsp; His salary from the Scarlet King was considerable, and Thomas was no longer some commoner valet, but a noble of iron and industry himself.<br><br>Still, he was shocked in par to see Louise as he was certain the debts that were mounting for the Earl had finally doomed the Saville family.&nbsp; He was months as best from being Disconnected, something akin to excommunication back in the days when the Church held power in England.&nbsp; In this day and age, being Disconnected was death blow for any noble of Society.&nbsp; No one would touch them, no one would lend them aid, money, even basic amenities.&nbsp; They would become worse than the paupers begging for coins in Whitechapel.&nbsp; The earl must have called in every favor that he had to fund this Season for Louise.&nbsp; A desperate move for a desperate man and family.<br><br>Thomas was not so bored any longer and he moved to accept a glass of wine, something he rarely indulged in but he wanted something in hand to sip at as he moved about the crowd as he spied upon Louise.&nbsp; He wanted to see if anyone approached her this evening to ask for her dance card.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could have done it himself, looked at it to see whose names were upon it, but he wanted to hold off for the moment.&nbsp; He did not know if she saw him or not yet, and till he knew if she had he was going to wait, for now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>26-01-2016, 07:44:40</strong>
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				She had always had an interesting in the inner workings of the steam technology. It was simply what made the world so much easier to live in. Yet, being the daughter of an Earl. She had to do as her father had requested… She had to uphold the family name and pretend to be a silly young thing to attract the men that her father would want as a son in law. Being in her third season, she was no longer one of the beautiful young women who were having their debut. Well, she was still young… but this year, she had a feeling that father would most likely settle for someone to marry her. Well, there was the men with new money. Industry being a large part of the society, there were many men and women who were making their money with investments. Some were good investments and in the case of her father, he had made a bad investment not once but twice. <br><br>Her dance card was positively filled with handsome gentleman who were looking to take a twirl about the dance floor with her. Louise was a fabulous dancer and considered a very lively young lady with a bright shining smile. Perhaps, as they said. Her third season would be a charm. <br><br>After dancing a waltz as well as a minuet, Louise walked with a handsome gentleman… The Viscount of Dartmouth for a light refreshment as they discussed rather boring conversational pieces of the latest news and how he enjoyed going off into the country to shoot wild game. She was thinking about what she truly wished to discuss… small talk had never quite been for her. And the Viscount was positively boring. <br><br>She nodded few times politely as she listened to him, sipping at the bubbling punch slowly as her eyes glanced about the room… it was then that she caught a glimpse. Her heart stopped. It certainly could not have been… Him. Perhaps, her eyes had deceived her? It was simply impossible that he could be here in this ballroom. <br><br>This was one of the most elegant balls of the season… how could Thomas Hamilton be there? Her heart had skipped a beat… or stopped. It was rather shocking as there was an anxious feeling in her stomach. She was going to be sick? Louise did not know but her heart was aching…<br><br>Thomas Hamilton had been a man that she loved… her father’s valet. Very tall and handsome. The idea of being with him had been a dream that she had known could never come true. Her father would have never approved and the idea of being disowned from her family. It was troubling, and she had not been brave enough to pick that life over the one that she had known all her life. <br><br>There had been love… but Louise had had to make a hard decision at a young age and that was to end their affair. Well, it had certainly not been her choice. In fact, someone had seen the two of them sharing a passionate kiss late one evening and gossip had spread. Her mother’s lady’s maid had told her mother. Which had gotten to her father and that was when she was told that she was to have her debut as soon as possible and the plan had been set to dismiss Thomas with a letter of recommendation and they would never see him again. <br><br>Was Thomas a valet for someone else? Then, why was he in the Duke and Duchess of Suffolk’s ballroom?&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to know. No, she needed to know. Then, perhaps it had been a trick in her mind? There was a bit of sorrow for that lost love. He was dull and boring… he had been intelligent. It was a wonder that he had been her father’s valet… she had remembered sitting with him and discussing about the technology of the future. She had shared all her hopes and dreams with him… <br><br>He knew that she wanted to run away from this life… Travel the world and become an actress… Truly impossible and silly dreams that would never come to light. <br><br>The Viscount of Dartmouth was still talking as she was no longer listening before he asked a question and it made her look over to him. “Oh…sorry, I seem to be overheated. I am going to go and rest for a moment.” She said with a half-hearted excuse before she went towards the crowds of people. She needed to get away from the madness if only for a moment to relax. Had she seen Thomas? <br><br>If it was him… would on earth would she said to him? She had to be polite… would he even approach her?<br><br>Well, that was to be seen.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 04:03:42</strong>
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				Thomas watched Louise for the next hour like a hawk, taking note of who danced with her who approached her, everything about her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was fairly certain during one point that she did indeed notice Thomas.&nbsp; It was a change in her body language that tipped Thomas off to the fact.&nbsp; The nervous flutter about her, the gestures she was making with her hands, the way she was turning her head this way and that, doing all but looking in his direction.&nbsp; This was in between the dances she partook.&nbsp; Louise was not idle during the ball, and had a number gentlemen callers asks her to dance and sign her dance card, which was not surprising as Louise was still youngish, vivacious, and stunningly beautiful woman.&nbsp; A man would need to be dead, or homosexual, not to enjoy dancing with her, pressing against her body in an near intimate gesture.<br><br>Thomas did notice that it was no one of notice, wealth, or influence that had asked her to dance.&nbsp; No son who was heir to the title above viscount, no one who held any wealth of note that Thomas would generously call above moderate.&nbsp; That was something of interest, and it was something he was certain that Louise's family had noticed as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;If this indeed was their last gamble, they must be getting nervous.&nbsp; They needed to a source of income and it to be soon or their family would be ruined.&nbsp; It might also account for her body language as she had have noticed it as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps it was that air of desperation about, or that news of the Earl's debts were not as discrete and private as he wished.&nbsp; No family wanted to be saddled with crushing debt as a dowry, no matter how beautiful the prospective bride.<br><br>Thomas was interrupted from his thoughts by the arrival of the Duchess.&nbsp; He did his best to hide his annoyance, and his impatience.&nbsp; &nbsp;The last thing he wished was to be exchanging pleasantries with the Duchess, but he was the Scarlet King's representative, and while he did had some leverage against the Duke and Duchess, it was not a good policy to press such nobility with influence and political power unless it was necessary.&nbsp; The threat of leverage and exposure was often more of an incentive than the actual application of said leverage.&nbsp; After all, once used, the once under such capitulation found they had nothing left to be afraid of, and another enemy earned because of it.&nbsp; So, Thomas smiled in what he had hoped what his mos charming manner and made small talk with the Duchess.<br><br>It was perhaps more time he thought he would never recover, but it would all be worth it perhaps if he had not lost his chance.&nbsp; When Thomas made his excuses to the Duchess, kissing her hand as he did.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thomas searched about again and spotted Louise once more.&nbsp; It was not difficult to be honest and not much a test for his observation skills.&nbsp; She was easily among the handful of stunningly beautiful women present.&nbsp; Thomas did not see any point to wasting any more time so with a purposeful and confidence stride and approached Louise, stopping just short of invading her personal space and he bowed to her with a slight inclination of his head to her.&nbsp; <strong>"Louise, it has been a long time."</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 05:55:33</strong>
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				She had a feeling that he was watching her but she certainly could not be sure since every time she glanced over to him, he was looking away from her. He was talking with others at the ball or he would be drinking either wine or port. Not that she could tell… There had been one of her dance partners who asked if she was distracted by something or someone and that was when she had lost sight of Thomas for some time. <br><br>Naturally, she was nervous… not only because he was there but because there was no one who was an heir or with a fortune who was paying her any mind. Perhaps, she ought to try for one of the older gentlemen. There were always widowers who were perhaps looking for a young pretty wife… or American businessmen. She had to stop dancing with the young fools and start looking for a man with whom she could have a future with. <br><br>If she did not… than, her father would be upset with her. There were men who would pay her mind… she thought about the creditors who were calling upon them. They had had to let go of another maid with recommendations… it was almost becoming pitiful. There was the possibility of having to selling their family’s estate in the country if this season did not work. <br><br>The idea of her being ruined… would she have to go to a work house? Would one of their family members have mercy on them and take her on as a companion. There was family pride but… it would soon mean that she would have to put aside that part.<br><br>It was only the beginning of the season… There would be plenty of time to make connections and new friends. It was sometime after she had lost sight of Thomas that she was over by the refreshment table when someone approached her. Her eyes went wide for a moment… she certainly knew exactly who it was as she inclined her head slightly to be polite to Thomas. <br><br>She could feel her heart beating quickly against her chest. “Mr. Hamilton.” She said to him. “It has been an awfully long time since we last made our acquaintance.” She said with a soft voice, a shadow of sadness there for a brief moment. “You surprise me, might I ask what brings you to this social engagement?” She was genuinely curious of his position in life that he would have an invitation to this event of the season.<br><br>There was also a moment of wonder if he was going to ask her to dance… she knew that he knew how to… after all, she had been the one to teach him during their time when she had been a foolhardy girl some years before.&nbsp; “It is good to see that you are doing well, Mr. Hamilton.” She could not bring herself to call him Thomas… for she knew that it would simply break her heart to think of her happy memories with this man. Not a gentleman… well, he seemed to be one now. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>09-02-2016, 09:20:38</strong>
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				Thomas gave a wry chuckle as he tool Louise's hand into his. Even though it had been years, it was as if they has not been apart at all, his hands and mouth exploring her curious and very eager body for the first time.&nbsp; With such an advantage he caressed her hand, his fingers touching where her thumb met her index finger.&nbsp; He clasped her hand in a firm grip, doing so in hope that it would spark a memory of their past time together, where his strong and sure hands were on other places of her body, far more intimate places, back in a time she was very willing, in his mind almost wantonly so, to have his hands upon her.&nbsp; With suave skill, he raised her hand to his lips and he placed a kiss upon it.<br><br>He did not let go of her hand, but still had his thumb caress her hand in an almost intimate way.&nbsp; It did not surprise him at all that she used his surname instead of his first name.&nbsp; She did not want to give him an edge at all.&nbsp; It perhaps confirmed that she was far more willing than objecting to his dismissal from her household, and her life.&nbsp; A wicked plan started to form in his mind as he looked upon Louise.&nbsp; Yes, it would be a costly investment, but he could secure some funding the Scarlet King.&nbsp; After all he would gain another high ranking noble under his influence, a noble with a seat upon the House of Lords.&nbsp; There was the added benefit of forcing the Earl to give Louise to him, to make her his from every legal standpoint in England.&nbsp; Yes, this could work out very well.<br><br>He inclined his head to her and let his polished and cultured voice resound about her.&nbsp; The one thing that Thomas had in common with the Scarlett King was he was accomplished in seduction.&nbsp; Knowing Louise as he did, this gave him a distinct edge in this game he was about to play with her.&nbsp; <strong>"Mister Hamilton?&nbsp; Is that not a bit impersonal of you, Louise?&nbsp; Especially given our past and history? As for my presence here, I was invited of course.&nbsp; I am a business man after all now, and while it might not be modest for me to say so, a very successful one.&nbsp; I have made the Duke quite rich off his investments into my businesses and as such thy brought me here, perhaps to see if one of the new young and nubile young doves of the season might take a fancy to me and be my wife.&nbsp; I was quite surprised to see you here." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 06:12:39</strong>
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				She gave him a strange look as he laughed at her. Well… it had been more of a chuckle and yet, there was something almost malicious beneath his quiet laugh. The feeling of his hand on her own soft skin as she looked up at him, curiousity in her eyes. Was he up to something? Well, she knew that he had always been a very intelligent man. That was what attracted her to him when she had been younger. It had been a new exciting experience at the time… the feeling of their forbidden romance. The secret kisses when no one was there in the evening. Perhaps, even the threat of being caught. <br><br>There had also been love in her heart but, she had made a decision that she thought had been the right one at the time. She did not know what would have happened if they had run away with each other… and the uncertainty had been the reason that she had distant herself from the man that had captured her heart… once. <br><br>She sighed as she whispered. “Do not make this more difficult than it already is, Mr. Hamilton.” Louise was trying to be a proper young lady about this. “The past ought to stay there…” Her hazel eyes looked up at him almost pleading as she thought that she ought to pull herself away from him at that very moment. <br><br>“You shouldn’t call me by my given name… I know that at one time, we had been quite close. However, I think that it is best for the two of us to move on with our lives. You seem to be doing quite well for yourself…” She smiled, she was truly impressed. “And I am glad for you… you were always too intelligent to simply be a valet to a lord.” <br><br>He had made his way in the world and it seemed that she would need to do the same for her own parents’ future. For her own future… The mention of the nubile young doves had her attention, not that she was jealous. Well, there was some curiosity. “I doubt that you will have no trouble finding a young pretty wife… you are young and you are doing well for yourself. A perfect combination.” She lifted her shoulders with a slight shrug. <br><br>She slowly pulled her hand from his grasp as she said, “There are a few lovely dark haired ones… Lady Eleanor St. Claire even has a slight resemble to me.” She smiled a little as if to look innocent. “You ought to talk to her.” <br><br>She knew that she was playing a little dirty now as she said, “You must excuse me… I have a dance on my dance card. Unless you want to take a look… do you still dance, Thomas?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>14-02-2016, 01:27:25</strong>
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				Again there was the raised eyebrow to her response.&nbsp; Of course he should have anticipated that she would be bow over in the opening of their game.&nbsp; &nbsp;Louise was always of a singular and strong will, and would not wilt like some wall flower before him.&nbsp; Actually, Thomas was glad.&nbsp; It was not only the seduction of women that he had learned from his time with the Scarlet King.&nbsp; Not all of his female companions were willing bed sport at the start, but by the time he was done they were willing, sometimes even eager to see to his every pleasure and need.&nbsp; Not all of the Scarlet King's fortune was gained&nbsp; through legitimate ends.&nbsp; Thomas' smile deepened and took on a wicked cast to it. <br><br>He would very much enjoy breaking her in like a fractious colt to bit and bridle.<br><br>Thomas reached down to take up her dance card, and them moved with deliberate slowness moved to where their was a quill and ink.&nbsp; He dipped the quill into the ink and then one by one, scratched of the names of men, low level noble heirs or nobility or minor business moguls.&nbsp; None of them were worthy of Louise's hand, not really.&nbsp; They all knew it as well.&nbsp; They merely wanted the excuse to press their bodies (in most cases overweight and bloated bodies) against Louise's enticing one.&nbsp; Oh he was certain he might ruffle more than a few feathers with his actions, but he knew the Duke and Duchess would defect any complaints, or likely call out on the carpet the lechery of these lesser men.&nbsp; They were certainly not going to stand in Thomas' way of what he wanted, and what he wanted was Louise.<br><br>He turned slowly and in a predatory like gait, advanced upon Louise with that same wicked smile and a fire in his eyes.&nbsp; His gaze was near a physical presence as he swept up and down her body, like a caress, like the touch he used to place upon her body not so long ago when they were young and thought they were in love with one another (more lust than love perhaps but still).&nbsp; He spoke in a rich and sensual voice as his finger tips caressed the side of her cheek, and then swept down.&nbsp; They were in a somewhat darkened area of the ballroom so his hand continued on to trace the path that his gaze lingered on only moments ago, over those enticing curves that were tempting everyone tonight.<br><br><strong>"Yes, there are number of choices tonight, and more than a few bare a passing resemblance to you, but there is only one issues with that, <em>Louise</em>..."</strong>&nbsp; Oh his voice purred at her name as he stepped even closer still, his voice not much more than a whisper only the two of them could hear.&nbsp; <strong>"They are not you.&nbsp; I do not need to pick out a wife among them for I think I know what I am aiming for.&nbsp; As for you dance card, as you can now see it is now cleared, so there is no reason for you not to dance with me.&nbsp; I would advise you to do som the Duke and Duchess will not take kind to you, or your family, if you were to refuse."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>14-02-2016, 03:18:04</strong>
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				She could feel her skin crawling as she watched him take her dance card from her very hand and with a pace as slow as possible, he dipped his quill into a jar of ink and crossed out the names of the gentlemen who wanted to dance with her that evening. “What do you think you are doing?” She said with utter shock and awe of what he was doing. It was complete lack of respect for her… Louise wanted to walk away from him but she simply could not. “Mr. Hamilton… I know that we perhaps have history but you must look at it as something that has happened before.” When the two of them were complete and utter fools… she had been in love with a valet and they could never have been. <br><br>“If you are trying to be a gentleman in this polite society then you are absolutely failing at your task.” She told him as she stared at him with an unladylike scowl on her face. She was livid with him… he was obviously so upset about three years before when there had been nothing that they could have done about it. Her bottom lip quivered as he advanced on her, like a cat who was cornering a frightened mouse. Well, she was certainly not going to act like she was afraid. Straightening herself, she stood as tall as she could. Back straight, shoulders back. <br><br>There was that look in his eyes… like a demon from the underworld. Was this what Persephone felt like when Hades had abducted her from the earth? Her breathing was slow and deliberate as she watched him, only breaking eye contact when he had looked her up and down. <br><br>“Thomas…” She hissed at him as his fingers gently stroked her cheek. It was surprisingly nice and if she were a weak willed woman, she would have melted into him. “And what… pray tell are you aiming for, Thomas?” She asked with a narrow eyed look. “You must be joking if you think that you can choose a wife at will…” Was he suggesting that he wanted her as his wife? <br><br>Why would he want her now? After all these years? She had made certain that he loathed her… and in those eyes at that moment. He did… she was sure of it. “You do not give me the option… perhaps if you were a gentleman then I would have been more willing to dance with you.” She mocked him a little as she smirked up at her former lover. “Pity that you do not know how to be more even after all this time…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 09:50:41</strong>
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				Such a barbed and wicked tongue Louise had, even after all of these years.&nbsp; Thomas had forgotten what a temper she could have when her ire was raised.&nbsp; It was the Irish blood in the Saville line.&nbsp; Still, such could be put up with for Thomas was certain it was that same Irish blood that made Louise the stunning beauty before him, with her skin the color of rich cream, the fine arch to her cheekbones that rounded out her beautiful face, the auburn highlights to her hair that shone like lithium when burned, the rich scarlet hue that one could miss if not looking.&nbsp; Then there were the enticing and inviting curves.&nbsp; Thomas did not believe himself to be a vain or shallow man, but there was a part of him deep inside that was glad that Louise was an active woman, and had not let pastries and other rich foods go to her hips and waist.&nbsp; She was firm and fit, yet at the same time pleasantly, and erotically, soft and rounded in all of the right places.&nbsp; Yes, one could endure a night or more of barbed wit and tongue for that.<br><br>Besides, the Scarlet King had indeed trained and taught his protege well.&nbsp; Thomas was well skilled in the art of sexual and sensual torture, having perfected it upon a few servants whose duties included them being the focus of such activities and training.&nbsp; While unwilling at first, they were more than willing, Thomas having broken through their near Puritanical mindset and inhibitions.&nbsp; They quite enjoyed sex now, and if enduring some pain along the way while bound helpless, well it did at times make he end orgasm so much worth it.&nbsp; Indeed more than once the women had difficulty recalling where they were and what their names were when Thomas had finished with them for the night, so intense their pleasure, so exhausting their sensual torture was.&nbsp; If he could train those women to be his willing strumpets (and indeed they were, they would even fuck anyone if he told them too, and have to prove their loyalty to Thomas), then he was more than certain he could train that wicked and wit and temper from Louise.<br><br>After he had finished his long and intent stare upon her body and form, Thomas merely arched an eyebrow to her tirade.&nbsp; He offered his arm to escort her out to the dance floor, and pressed in close as they walked together, his voice low so only she could hear it and not be overheard by others.&nbsp; &nbsp;He kept his smile warm and pleasant, so any observing them would be lead to believe that Thomas was indeed having a lovely time, such as the Duke and Duchess should they glance his way.&nbsp; It was also important if they should observe that they do so having a splendid time with Louise even if at the moment she had his hands itch to gag her and toss her over his shoulder so he could take her someplace to teach her how to treat a person of such importance such as he!&nbsp; No, that would come later.&nbsp; The more pressure he could put upon her father, and the "encouragement" of the Duke and Duchess would go a long way towards that, the quicker he could have Louise as he bride, and once she was his bride...well it was near impossible these days for a divorce or an annulment, not when one had the right officials under their influence.&nbsp; She would be his slave for all intents purposed, if a rich and pampered one from time to time.<br><br><strong>"Oh I can play the gentleman when it suits me my dear.&nbsp; You might even be surprised with how charming I can be.&nbsp; You should see the Duchess' eyes light up when I ply my charm upon her, and see clear how she wishes she was a decade or two younger, or that she had a daughter to introduce me too.&nbsp; I do not think you quite comprehend how far from your father's valet I have become.&nbsp; I should thank you and your parents for your previous treatment of my person.&nbsp; If you had not done what you did, then I never would have had the motivation and desire to make myself the man I am today."</strong> <br><br>They head reached the dance floor, and by prearrangement with the conductor that if Thomas should walk out upon the floor with a women the music selection he should play, the symphony skillfully transitioned the music into that of an intimate dance.&nbsp; One hand went about Louise's waist, to the small of her back just above her buttocks, the other gripping her hand in a firm grip.&nbsp; He put pressure upon the small of her back to press the two of them close together.&nbsp; He was quite strong, but she had seen him before with his torso naked and Thomas has always possessed a wiry and powerful build.&nbsp; Her body was pressed against the unyielding tower of muscle and bone that was Thomas, and his caressed her upon that sensitive spot that all women had but was oft neglected by lovers at the small of her back, playing her like a musical instrument as they danced, their young bodies rubbing up against one another in a most intimate and familiar way as Thomas continued to speak, his smile and features displaying to all a grand time indeed he was having with her.<br><br><strong>"I have but to make a suggestion to the Duke and Duchess and they will see it done.&nbsp; The loans they have so kindly extended to your father would be called in.&nbsp; Investments in what few businesses your father has not manage to ruin through his own ineptitude and incompetence will be pulled and those ventures would fail in the week.&nbsp; As it is your family faces Disconnection and abject poverty in four months at worst, six to eight months at best, but a word from me and my friends in Industry and it could happen by the end of this week before your Season even truly begins.&nbsp; How many gentleman callers will you get my dear when they find out that you are part of a work house for women to earn table scraps for your family, let alone marriage proposals?&nbsp; I would think long and hard upon that before you disparage my character my character again, in public or in private." </strong> <br><br>Thomas let those words sink in as they danced.&nbsp; He was indeed an accomplished dancer, far more so than Louise could recall before.&nbsp; His hand upon the small of her back knew exactly where to touch, and he moved and twisted his hips in such away to send spikes of pleasure through her, to stimulate those old memories of hers and for her to recall how much she enjoyed his hands upon her person, how much pleasure it gave her to have his body pressed against hers.&nbsp; His heated breath caressed her bare skin, stimulating the fine, invisible hairs that were so sensitive to temperature change, like heated silk being slowly dragged across her bare body.&nbsp; Thomas had presented her the stick, now it was time for perhaps the carrot.<br><br><strong>"Your family is on the edge of ruin, a bright and noble history of House Seville about to come to a close forever to be forgotten about within a year or two, not even a footnote.&nbsp; It does not need to be that way.&nbsp; As I said I am a man of influence, and a man of means.&nbsp; I can see your family's businesses and estates not only turn around, but flourish and prosper as they should.&nbsp; I can see debt be laid aside, forgotten about entirely and treasures that you have had to sacrifice for the sake of coin and appearances returned.&nbsp; All that you need to do is to once more be <em>nice</em> to me, and consider the man that I am now, not the specter that you recall from the past."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 22:46:14</strong>
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				There was a feeling of doubt within her as she thought about their past… their history had not been a happy one. True, there had been moments when they would sneak away… the evenings when her parents had gone to bed and he was done with his duty of being her father’s valet. Her own lady’s maid dismissed for the evening… she no longer had a lady’s maid and had to go her own dressing of her hair and light amount of makeup. Yes, her life was quite a bit harder than what she was use to… but the idea of being in a work house. No, the work house was only for the elderly and the ill… the truth would be that she would become either a governess, a companion or a whore. That was her future if her father’s debts were not cleared…<br><br>“Do you loathe me?” She asked him gently as he took her hand into his own and escorted her to the dance floor. It was the question that she truly wanted to know that after all these years… did he hate her and her family for what had happened. She had to admit that she had not been the kindest but it had only been to his benefit. Well, that was not completely true… it had been to her own benefit and to that of her families. She had wanted to marry him… she had thought herself in love with him. Her eyes looked up at him, he had that wicked smile on his unbearably handsome face. A face that she had remembered touching, caressing and kissing when she was but a foolish girl who had not truly known how cruel the world could be. <br><br>Well, she still did not know how cruel it could be. “I know exactly how charming you can be…” She said simply as she watched him. “Previous treatment. You act as if we tossed you on the streets without a penny to your name. Father dismissed you but he also gave you a recommendation and a bit of money for your discretion.” She said perhaps not knowing the full treatment of his person… it could be true that she was perhaps ignorant of what had happened. “There was little doubt that you could do well for yourself… you were always an intelligent man. And perhaps not cut out for a life of servitude.” <br><br>She thought that perhaps, that was why he persuade her when she had been young and naïve… it had happened before. A young upstart of a servant making the daughter of an Earl or a Duke fall in love with them and getting her pregnant. Louise had been sure that was what he had hoped to do. “You are simply upset that my family caught on to your little trick to make me fall in love with you.” She had been lucky that she had not given him her virginity and gotten with child. “Well, if I must admit… I had thought that I was in love with you.” She had a bitter look on her face for a brief moment before remembering herself. <br><br>Her expression becoming more serene as she felt his hand on the small of her back, her own hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand as the music played on. “So, you are proposing to me… again?” She asked him since he was making these promises of helping out her family. She was trying to ignore the thought that he was bringing back into her mind. Memories of them together as she said, “I can certainly be nice to you however… I also want to know why…? Why would you do this if my family wronged you?” She asked with blunt words, there had to be some motive beside the ‘greater good’ or because he ‘loved’ her. <br><br>If he said that then she would not believe him for a second… she was suspicious of him and his reasons. “What is your motive and what would you have to gain? You are doing well and my family is on the brink of poverty… wouldn’t you prefer to seek some revenge on seeing us ruined?” She asked him, looking up at him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 18:32:44</strong>
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				Thomas did not respond to Louise's questions or statements, at least not right away.&nbsp; Instead he enjoyed the dance and the feel of their bodies pressed against one another.&nbsp; While his mind might rationalize and recognize the distance and changes the years had made, his body did not.&nbsp; It was as if they were back in the manor house, dancing with one another while listening to the music upon the phonograph.&nbsp; Their bodies *fit* well together, and his remembers the touch and feel of her enticing curves against him.&nbsp; Thomas was certain that hers did as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;While Thomas was indeed a rake, he was not obvious about it, and did not go around in polite society staring at ladies tits and ass.&nbsp; That did not mean that Thomas did not know how to look at a woman's curves...discretely.&nbsp; As well made as Louise's gown was, it could not hide the slight tenting the fabric made as they continued to dance.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It brought a smirk to his features as he spun Louise about and then brought her back in against him.&nbsp; &nbsp;His one hand never left her hand from the start of the spin to bringing her back in.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the other hand that worked its seductive magic upon her body that he knew remembered his touch.&nbsp; Remembered and welcomed it by her body's reaction during their dance.&nbsp; His fingers raked over the small of her back, the upper swell of her left buttock made all the more enticing by the corset Louise was wearing, then finally over her hip as she was spun away from him.&nbsp; <br><br>The reversed happened as she was brought back in close to his body, save a raking motion meant to apply pressure against her person, this time it was a knowing caress, still with enough pressure to be felt through the layers of clothing, and with old knowledge of where and how to touch Louise to making hold back a moan rather difficult.&nbsp; He was certain she would in this situation, being in public surrounded by people of society that might overhear.&nbsp; When they were alone however, she never demonstrated such restraint which was how Thomas knew how to touch and caress her when dancing.&nbsp; After Thomas brought her back in close to his body and again used the opportunity to rub and grind a bit the wall of powerful and compact muscle that was his body.&nbsp; Once she was firmly in place against him, only then did Thomas respond to her, doing so in that richly cultured and sensual voice again.<br><br><strong>"Loathe you?&nbsp; Why would I loathe you my dear?&nbsp; My skin is far thicker than you think to allow a few insults to deter me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides, if I did loathe you, it would be much more in my benefit to see your family fail and for you to become a lady of the night and then for me to rent you for the night to finally crush your spirit.&nbsp; That is if I did indeed loathe you.&nbsp; As you can see if I am dancing here now and offering what I am, does that not prove my honorable dance."</strong><br><br>A dip now with the dance and his hand moved down the her buttock this time, all the way to the back of her thigh.&nbsp; His face was a feather's kiss away from her neck and decolletage.&nbsp; His warm breath caressed the skin upon display for all to see like warm silk.&nbsp; He held the pose for a few heartbeats before bringing her back upright.&nbsp; That hand moved perhaps even slower upon the way back up to the small of her back as it did on the way down to the back of her thigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not kiss her, but his lips did bush her collarbone up her neck as he pulled her upright before speaking again in the same tone of voice he had been using.<br><br><strong>"As for the why, it should be a bit obvious my dear, but I will explain it.&nbsp; It does not matter how clever, or intelligent, or rich I am, that still will not beget me a noble title, nor that of my progeny.&nbsp; You are the heir to your father's title, so it will pass to you and your children.&nbsp; Before you ask, yes I could have tried for the daughter of one of the Dukes of the land, but everyone of them has a male heir, and the title will not pass to the daughter at all.&nbsp; Besides, a Duke's duties to me seem more frustrating and less rewarding than work, and I already have a profession that while I do love, can be taxing.&nbsp; The husband of a countess is fine enough by me.&nbsp; My pride is not so much.&nbsp; Also while you father might not have the head for business as your grandfather, he still has several that can be salvaged and be made profitable, if I were in control."</strong> <br><br>Thomas moved his hand up her back, up her side, grazing the outside slope pf her breast before moving to cup her face in a surprisingly intimate gesture, his thumb caressing the side of her face, the corner of her mouth the faint trace of lipstick upon its tip.&nbsp; <strong>"So if you need something more then your stunning beauty and the heat of your body by my side to convince you my dear, there it is.&nbsp; Still I will tell you it is more for your beauty than anything else.&nbsp; In fact if you had not been here, I would had left after paying my respects to the Duchess."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>20-02-2016, 06:04:08</strong>
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				She loathed when he would just simply not reply to her. It was annoying to her as she was dancing with him around the room. The problem was also that she was trying not to enjoy the dance but, she was in fact having a wonderful time at that moment. Well, wonderful time wasn’t exactly the right description of what exactly was going on. He was setting her ablaze, the touch of his hands… the closeness of his form against her own. Luckily, the fabric was shielding them from each other as he spun her about the room in the waltz. <br><br>She looked up at him, almost marvelled at how much was different from when he had been only a valet of her father’s. Her eyes went wide as his hand dipped down a little and she moved a little bit as if to stop the inappropriate touching. It felt terribly good… that was certain. “I thought that you were perhaps heartbroken with what I had to do…” She admitted to him. “It was because my father knew of our little secret and word had gotten about amongst the servants...”<br><br>She swallowed. “As well as that you were trying to get me to fall in love with you so that I would get pregnant and be forced to marry you.” Louise narrowed her eyes as she thought of those days when she had first been found out… she had remembered crying for a week at the thought that she had been used because he was a man who wanted to build himself up in society in a despicable way. <br><br>She was trying to hold herself back from wanting to run away from him and pulling him into a dark corner so that the two of them could kiss like they had years before. Listening to him, he had said that he was offering what he was now and dancing with her honourably. “I can feel what you are doing…” Louise raised an eyebrow since she was not so sure that they were dancing in an honourable way. Would the gossips speak about this come tomorrow? If they were not whispering already.&nbsp; <br><br>What had come next had her heart racing as he dipped her with the dance and his hand was on her bottom! She would have pushed him away but there was nowhere to go but down and then his face and lips were a ghost of a touch away from her. And then, it was as if it had not happened and she was brought up again. Her head spinning from what he was doing to her. <br><br>“Ah… so you are settling for me because I will help you on the quest for a title.” She said gently as she thought about two and a half years before and how her heart had ached. “I ought not to be surprised. I think that was all I ever was to you… a step up the ladder.” Her voice low, her mind thinking of when she had confessed her love for him. He had said that he had loved her too but had that been the truth?<br><br>Sighing, she looked up at him. “You will save my father’s businesses and pay off his debts then?” That was her goal and it seemed that he had a goal as well. Why not make the agreement and cut to the chase of what the two of them wanted. He wanted a title and she needed money… It would be a simple contract with a marriage. “My beauty has not saved me before when it came to trying to obtain a proper marriage.” She said as she looked up at him, the strange tenderness had her wanting to melt into him. Relive the love of her youth but she was not that young fool anymore.<br><br>“I do not need to be told of my beauty and your lust, Thomas.” Her voice quiet. “If you offered marriage to me at this moment… I could not refuse.” Her cheek moving to be closer to his hand as if she were accepting him at that moment. “Will you go about with the ceremonies of society for a little for a proper courting?” She asked as she looked up at him, she missed his touch… but there was also a sadness. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>21-02-2016, 06:11:23</strong>
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				The dance slowed a bit and Thomas adjusted his step to account for it, and effortlessly made the transition, leading Louise into the transition of the dance as skillfully as any dance partner as she had ever danced with.&nbsp; Yes, it seemed there was much more now to Thomas than met the eye.&nbsp; He did also shifted his hand dance about her form.&nbsp; Instead of attempting to arouse her with his touch and the dance. he went to perhaps reassure her yet still make her aware that he remembered her body, perhaps better than anyone else.<br><br>At her words he raised an eyebrow at her and spoke to her again in a calm tone, but a tone that had a bit of an edge to it.&nbsp; <strong>"I must say my dear I think you are being inordinately unfair to my person.&nbsp; If I had told you there was no other reason as to why I decide to approach you and show interest in marriage, you would not have believed me.&nbsp; I give you a reason, and you think I am so shallow that only your body and your family's title is all I care about.&nbsp; It seems no matter what I say, ou are determined to believe the worst in me.&nbsp; I have done nothing more than be bold in renewing our acquaintance and ensuring the only caller that dances with you but myself, yet you accuse me of "settling". You are determined it seems to paint me in a negative light no matter what I say, or proof I offer to the contrary."</strong><br><br>Thomas stopped the dance and let his hands drop to his sides.&nbsp; <strong>"So it seems we are at an impasse.&nbsp; While I have laid out my reasoning for marriage, I certainly do not desire a marriage that is full of coldness and negative emotions, my motivations constantly called in to question.&nbsp; My feelings for you Louise are strong, always have been, but perhaps that is not enough.&nbsp; As you said there are others here that might be as good as a match of what I am looking for.&nbsp; Not perfect such as you, but if there is no other recourse...well it would seem I would have little choice." </strong><br><br>Could he do that, break things off with her just like that.&nbsp; While Thomas might have other options that might work with more effort and time on his part, the same could not be said about Louise.&nbsp; A few months Thomas had said before financial ruin for her family.&nbsp; Could things be that bad?&nbsp; Could her fire be in such dire straights with debut rising such to be a burden her father could no longer shoulder?&nbsp; If so, how many others know about it?&nbsp; If it was more common knowledge than her father wished, then any attempt at courtship might be doomed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>21-02-2016, 14:57:59</strong>
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				There was something deep within her that told her to stop being like this... To stop pushing him away to protect her heart. After all, to do so would be incredibly foolish of her. There could be happiness with him, the dread of her father's debts having weighted heavy in her mind and he was giving her a chance to end that suffering. And yet, Louise was trying to push him away from her.<br><br>"I-I..." She hesitated as she looked up at him. "I'm sorry, Thomas." Her voice soft as she waited for his reaction. Before he could respond, she continued. "I ought not to judge you on the past, since you have been so generous with me to not judge me on our time before. I do not want to be cold with you, if I was honest with myself. I want to apologize for that, Thomas." She did not want to cry and would not in front of him. <br><br>"I have always had strong feelings for you as well, perhaps that is why I felt like I need to shield myself from that." Louise did not want him to give up on her because she was being an idiot. She wanted him to fight for her and yet, it seemed that she would perhaps need to lower her guard if she was to receive his advances. <br><br>And here was her being bold... But then, she had always been a woman who could not easily hide her emotions. Taking his hand into her own, Louise said. "Do not give up on me so easily..." She squeezed, "I ought to come around a little if you court me." Her voice was a whisper since she did not want anyone else to hear her words being that she was embarrassed with what she was saying to him. There was a fear that someone would see this as begging.<br><br>And yet, beggars could not be choosers. <br><br>"Dance with me, Thomas?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>24-02-2016, 23:44:47</strong>
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				It had been a calculated risk on Thomas' part.&nbsp; She could had very well told him to go to hell and not given a damned and taken her chanced with whatever old man wanted a young wife as a trophy and something to warm his bed at night, to pump his hips for thirty seconds to a minute at most before he rolled back over.&nbsp; &nbsp;She could have thought she could had stomached that for a few years, perhaps get the old arse a heir before he died, leaving her with the title.&nbsp; Again, the rumor of the dire straights of the House Saville must had spread more than the Earl had wished, as none of the old vultures that normally circle the fresh crop of debutantes.&nbsp; One of them should have at least sniffed in Louise's direction.&nbsp; Either the rumor of the crushing debt had scared them all off, or Thomas was lucky.&nbsp; Either or was to Thomas' benefit and landed Louise within his grasp.<br><br>He turned about and he did his best to put an understanding smile upon his face etched perhaps with a tad of exhaustion.&nbsp; He stood there for few heartbeats, letting her worry that he could still walk away, and with it the salvation of her family.&nbsp; After what he felt like enough time had passed, those few key and crucial moments, he took her hands again and moved back out to the dance floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once there he pulled her in tight as he had before, that one hand moving to the small of her back and knowing how and where to touch her as the other hand took her gloved hand in his and they flowed into the dance once more as if they were one, such was their report with one another, such was how good they matched as they danced together.&nbsp; &nbsp;As they did, Thomas spoke once more.<br><br><strong>"Yes, we shall dance, and it will also be as you wish.&nbsp; I shall become a gentleman caller.&nbsp; I will come to your residence to court you, to show you what life with me will be like, and that it will not be as you think it will be.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact you will see it will be much like the dreams you had so long ago, not only life with me, but a life of wealth and privilege that you thought you had to have.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once you see that are now one in the same, I will ask you the question, and you know well what I expect your answer to be upon that day."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>25-02-2016, 07:47:56</strong>
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				Her heart had stopped as she was standing there, waiting for him to return to dancing with her. Would he leave so suddenly? Would he end her only chance for redemption from her situation? There were other options but they were not ones that she thought that she would be happy in… Louise could be happy with Thomas. She was positive of this as she was looking at the long term of her situation. <br><br>She was use to a certain life style and the idea of poverty was a dreadful one, it was something that was so begotten but it was also a real possible outcome. All she could hope for was a cousin would take her on as a companion… it would be an act of charity. And that was when he turned around and looked at her with those eyes. Eyes had she had fallen for so deeply… it was like it was entangling her once again. Her heart was beating again as there was the feeling of relief. <br><br>Of course, he was teasing her with his waiting. Louise was sure of it… punishing her. Not that she blamed him, she had once said some horrible things to him. He stepped forward and took her hands into his own. His form pulling her close to him so they could dance. Well, she truly wanted to be like they had been before… when she had been hopeless and in love with him. “Well, you are already on the way of proving me wrong.” Her voice low as they danced once again around the dance floor as if there were not a hundred or so others in that room for the evening. “Will you call on me tomorrow then, Thomas?” She asked him bluntly as she felt like she wanted to melt into him… she wanted to be in love with him again. The feeling of newfound freedom with him…<br><br>There would be no more disapproving looks of her father when she could not get another man to call upon her with a vast amount of money. It had always been confusing because she knew that she was pretty… she certainly was not ugly in the least. Everyone admired her beauty and yet, it was not working in getting a husband would pay her father’s debts. <br><br>She was also vastly accomplished in dancing, singing, playing the piano and painting. All the types of accomplishments that she had been told as a child that she needed to learn. And yet, it was not what Thomas had found more attractive in her when she had been in love with him. It was because she had been intelligent… she could see that the world was in a revolution with the technologies that were coming more with. Stream was what was making the world go around… there was so many possibilities. <br><br>No, Thomas had never been cut out to be a valet. He had been too intelligent and now, he was showing the world that he was more than an upstart social climber.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>28-02-2016, 23:45:07</strong>
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				Thomas' outward smile no where matched his internal one as he continued his dance with Louise.&nbsp; He had her, he was certain, and while perhaps there was a little petty vindictiveness in him, it would only extend to the bedroom and he was certain that it would not take him long to tame her in that regard and even have her enjoy what he would do to her there.&nbsp; In fact one of the outings he would take her on would be to a certain club ran by the Violet Queen that catered to what men of his stature and tastes enjoyed.&nbsp; It would be a lark in a sense as he will take her there wearing a masque and in a cloak.&nbsp; Yes, if she was anything like he remembered she would enjoy the mystery and such of it to start.&nbsp; Then he can gauge her reactions and see how much work he would need in taming her.&nbsp; <br><br>He still did harbor deep feelings for her, which was how be believed he managed to sway her and have her go from not wanting anything to deal with her at all to wanting him to call upon her tomorrow.&nbsp; It was good thing for not only did he have such deep emotions towards her still, but he also wanted a marriage with her for all of the other reasons, and to be able to dictate terms to her father as he once did to her.&nbsp; He was certain when the time came he would hold leverage over the man that he would have no choice.&nbsp; <br><br>He could not hold such a smile that he was feeling internally or he was certain it would spook and make Louise have second thoughts.&nbsp; She was not unintelligent by any means and had a very sharp and technical mind, not like many of her peers who thought having the right place settings at dinner when entertaining guests was about the extent of their education.&nbsp; Now Thomas was not a man for woman's suffrage and did not support it.&nbsp; He thought women has their place too, but he was also of the mind that it was a crime to purposefully keeping people ignorant.&nbsp; If he had his way institutions of would educate more people, not less.<br><br>Still, Thomas did smile as he danced with Louise, and while he did not do anything impolite or risque as they danced, he skirted close to the line of propriety as they danced.&nbsp; He knew Louise and her body well and wanted her not only to remember how good his muscled frame felt next to hers as they danced, but to have her breasts and sex ache for his touch by the time that he was done.&nbsp; He answered her question with a velvet like purr that promised so much hidden and taboo delights.&nbsp; Not only promised, but had the air and tone behind that voice that he could very well follow through upon said promises.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes Louise, I will call upon you tomorrow.&nbsp; Say after lunch?&nbsp; We could walk about and talk, then have tea at the Chona House, yes?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>29-02-2016, 05:32:44</strong>
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				She certainly did not know what he was thinking, nor did she know about how much of his sexual tastes had changed. If Louise had known then she would have most likely never wanted to see his face again. After all, she was a respectable lady but she was also a respectable lady who was on her third season and it was quite well known that after this season. Then, she could possibly be on her way to a life of being a spinster. And if her father’s dealings fell through then she would have to become a governess or a companion. Of course, there was also the option of being a wealthy man’s mistress. Yet, she did not think that she would be able to survive the shame of being a kept woman. <br><br>No, this was one of the options and she would also have to lower her pride a little for the position that Thomas was in. Not that it was too hard because she had once been so deeply in love with him. Being near him was a simple feeling of nostalgia for something that she had fought hard to push out of her heart. And yet, seeing him stirred those deep feelings of when she had been truly in love with him. Louise danced with him around the dance floor like no one else was there but she knew that people were looking at her. The Duke and Duchess as well as the other suitors who were simply not suitable for her family’s situation. <br><br>She looked up at him when he suggested that after the nooning hour, he would call upon her and they would go out for a walk… along with tea at a respectable establishment. “I think that sounds wonderful.” She said softly as her gloved hand squeezed his shoulder in approval as they were dancing amongst the ladies and gentlemen of society. She was smiling because there was a sense of relief. Thomas would be a good man to her if he was still in love with her. She was sure that she would trust him to be a good husband… <br><br>Louise was sure of it as the music came to a close and the dance ended for that moment, the next dance was to come on for a moment. Not that she had others on her dance card but dancing with a man for more than one dance was a sign that the two really enjoyed each other’s company. <br><br>Although, three dances could never be done together.<br><br>“Shall I bring you over to father and mother?” She asked him wondering what their reaction would be that their former valet was now a wealthy business man with dealings with the Scarlet King. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 05:08:15</strong>
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				Thomas was more than disappointed when the dance had ended.&nbsp; He could not fault the conductor.&nbsp; Thomas had paid the man well for his music selection when Thomas was dancing.&nbsp; He did very well with the choices.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thomas nearly wanted to flaunt tradition and propriety out the door and dance again, to continuing dancing till Louise was nothing more than a panting and quivering thing of need, so much so that when she had a private moment to herself that evening she could not wait to shuck her clothing and petticoats and thrust her hand between her legs.&nbsp; Thomas wanted her more than aroused and on the edge of anticipation when he came a calling upon her tomorrow.<br><br>Thomas held off on acting upon his impulse to keep her upon the dance floor and continue to dance.&nbsp; Now was not the time to challenge the status quo, especially if Louise's parents, the earl and countess, were in attendance.&nbsp; It would be frowned upon by the host as well, and while he was certain that the Duchess would do nothing more than frown, it was also possible that she would continue to do exactly that for Thomas, nothing, and not bring any pressure at all against the Earl if Thomas caused any form of scene at their gala.&nbsp; So Thomas took the lead once more and took the lead from Louise and walked the both of them off the dance floor.<br><br>At her words he mentally went over the benefits versus the consequences.&nbsp; To be honest her parents were likely to oppose his suit initially regardless of when he confronted them.&nbsp; It might as well be now for it if happened later, they could cause far more disruption than he wanted to deal with in the future.&nbsp; &nbsp;Let them bluster and vent now, and when it is done they would find out how much is stacked against them and to give their consent.&nbsp; So, Thomas inclined his head to Louise.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"I would be delighted to meet with them my dear.&nbsp; Please do lead the way."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 06:20:47</strong>
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				He did not let go of her as he was escorting her off the dance floor. Of course, Louise knew that her father would never approve of his former valet who had used his daughter as a whore as the husband of that daughter. Well, she knew that it would take convincing… not that she had the complete fantasy that she was going to be able to have the perfect romantic marriage. Now, but a wealthy husband who could keep her in comfort for the rest of her days was what every young lady wanted from a marriage. Have a child or two and raise them and then, her task as a wife and mother was complete. <br><br>He was taking the lead as she was standing up straight so that she could walk with him like a perfect young lady. “You would be delighted?” She asked him quietly wondering if he would actually be delighted to see his former employer who dismissed him. “This way.” She mentioned.<br><br>Her father was a rather robust man who was dressed in the finest attire for the time and in his mid-fifties. He was standing straight with her mother as his side. Her mother was a beautiful woman who was in her early forties now, she had married a man who had been wealthy but she had not known would be on the verge of losing it all. They were talking to some acquaintances as Louise approached with Thomas. <br><br>Her father turned slightly and smiled when he saw his daughter but when he saw who she was with. Well, his expression changed to something of a surprise as he was looking at Mr. Hamilton up and down. Although, he was not rude enough to ask why the man was there. “Father, Mother… you remember Mr. Hamilton.” She said with a smile, her mother had a look as if she had feces under her nose. <br><br>“It seems that he has changed his lot in life.” She was trying to be as polite as her father nodded. “Ah, well… I suppose that even the former staff can somehow rise above their station with a fine suit and a few of new money.” He said simply as Louise swallowed knowing that her father’s pride could be the end of them. <br><br>“Father…” She was trying to tell him that he ought not to be rude but the look that he gave her made her think that he was going to slap her that night if she was not silent. It was one of the things that could be rough, her father was a mean drunk.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 16:05:08</strong>
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				Thomas let his polite facade be firmly in place for this meeting.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no goo spin or tale to put on the words exchanged between Louise's father, and even mother.&nbsp; Both had rather jagged words meant to cut to the core to be as insulting as well and humbling.&nbsp; Thomas was not even certain if they have believed those words, of being purposefully cruel as they had thought it was the most efficient and expedient means to remove his person from the situation before Louise's first season, or if they had truly though to low of him in the two years he was in their service.&nbsp; It did not mater in the end to be certain, perhaps that this might be more difficult if they truly believed ill of him, or worse, had convinced themselves after this time do believe the worst of him.<br><br>Thomas as nothing but the polite gentleman to her parents, not willing to give them anything else to pick apart.&nbsp; After pleasantries were exchange and the initial barbs tossed about, Thomas responded with a few pointed words in his own response as well.&nbsp; <strong>"Well it does help when one finds a true mentor willing to see my intelligence and skill brought to its full potential instead of merely shining shoes and picking out which ascot for one to wear.&nbsp; After I left your limiting employment, Your Excellency, I found one that recognized my true worth and potential in one Master William Reading, you know the public owner of Reading and Bartelsman."</strong>&nbsp; Yes, he dropped the Scarlet King's name before he continued on.<br><br><strong>"With this assistance, my business interests and supports as well as my work cleared...a significant sum.&nbsp; So much so that even the Duke and Duchess here come to me for advice when it comes to their business interests and investments.&nbsp; None of their businesses that they own are about to file for bankruptcy." </strong>&nbsp; A pointed shot at the Earl that had near all of his businesses in that dire strait.&nbsp; Thomas continued on in the same polite tone, never once using sarcasm or any other change in tone.&nbsp; He did not want this meeting to be confrontational at this time, merely to lay down the facts that he was indeed well off, and far more connected socially then the Earl was at this moment.<br><br><strong>"Their appreciation at ending the cycle of mediocrity that brought them to close to financial ruin.&nbsp; In fact they despaired that they did not have a daughter of their own for me to consider.&nbsp; To make up for that fact, I was invited to tonight's event.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have found it to be a very pleasant surprise, especially when tow people have so much to offer to one another.&nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; He let that hang in the air and waited to see if it was the Earl's pride to answer back, or if he truly was listening between the lines of his words and that Thomas was the answer he was looking for to reverse his financial misfortune.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>05-03-2016, 04:35:08</strong>
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				Louise had certainly winced a little as her father was being incredibly rude and the look in her mother’s eyes as if she was standing in St. Giles with the paupers. It was rather embarrassing to say the least since Thomas was now considered one of the upper society in this new world of theirs. Then again, she was really not one to think like this when she had been rude to him not fifteen or twenty minutes before. She glanced at Thomas who did not look upset by their treatment. Instead, he simply was polite to his former employer and his wife. Well, there was a bit of an air of smugness. Most likely because he was in a better position than they.&nbsp; <br><br>It seemed that the tune of the Earl seemingly changed as his brows furrowed a little before saying, “Is that so. Mr. Hamilton?” He glanced at his daughter for a moment wondering why she had brought him to them. Well, perhaps the man was still in love with his daughter. He supposed that it was not a man with a title but it was as if one could see the wheel turning into the Earl’s head. “It seems that you are a part of polite society now.” He mentioned as the Countess’ facial expression was not looker contempt. <br><br>“Ah, the Duke and Duchess… good friends of ours.” He mentioned but this was not quite the truth. If anything, the Earl of Halifax was a bit of a bother to the Duke of Sussex. They had been friends many years ago and were considered acquaintances now. “Good to see that you have risen above your station, Mr. Hamilton.” He said with a nod almost laughing a bit. <br><br>“You said that you ended their cycle of mediocrity…” He looked a little interested. “Perhaps, we can discuss business at some point…” The Earl not having realized that his former valet had been good in business. Perhaps, he could not be in his position if he had realized it all those years before. “Perhaps, we could make an arrangement of sorts.” He glanced at Louise knowing that she would be the key to get their family out of the hole that he had dug them into. <br><br>It was not so uncommon to use a daughter to basically trade for wealth. And a man of a lower class but with money was a perfect opportunity and it was like he was putting all the cards on the table for the Earl to take. “Perhaps, it was not so terrible that I dismissed you all those years ago since it seems that you have taken that misfortune and turned it into a business venture.” The Earl laughed to make light of the tension that had been in the room before. <br><br>Louise was looking a little embarrassed at her father’s reactions and trying to make light of something that must have been awful for Thomas. After all… dismissing an employee was something that could ruin a man’s life. Thomas had been lucky and innovated. “Father, perhaps… not so forthcoming.” She said gently. “Mr. Hamilton has only just seen us after three years of not being in contact…” Louise smiled. <br><br>“Come come, Louise… I am sure that all is forgiven, no?” He said to Mr. Hamilton.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 09:24:57</strong>
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				At the mention of the Duke and Duchess, Thomas had a wicked if almost predatory smile.&nbsp; Yes, the arse was being beyond rude, and Thomas should not rise to the bait but he wanted to put this man in his place.&nbsp; &nbsp;The man could not have pure rose tinted glasses on.&nbsp; There were cracks in his vision of a perfect work.&nbsp; Thomas was merely going to widen those cracks and gaps, considerably so.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was how Thomas, with that smile upon his features and his hand upon the earl's daughter in a possessive manner, responded to his arrogant and rude tone and words.&nbsp; &nbsp;And to think that Thomas has once thought the opinion and praises of this man mattered.<br><br><strong>"Friends you say?&nbsp; They did not mention it to me m'Lord.&nbsp; Of course my understand of the Duke and Duchess could be different than your clouded view point.&nbsp; I mean after all if a man had caused my business interests to fail to the tune of tens of thousands of pounds, and as to borrow near half that yet not replay it after three years, why I know I would be hard pressed to call that man anything short of a parasite bleeding my wealth and capital dry.&nbsp; I am glad I am in not the position, for as I said the Duke's estates and businesses are turning over profit now.&nbsp; Considerable sums of profit.&nbsp; It could be more once some bad debt had been taken care of.&nbsp; It is preventing an expansion of a business of the next generation of boilers you see.&nbsp; I cannot move on it with the bad debt the factory has attached to it.&nbsp; The Duke assures me that will be done with in the next week or two."</strong><br><br>There, let the now fat slobs sweat it out.&nbsp; While the Duke was not pushing for a week or two to ball in the debt, he knew it had to be done and that there was no point in further protecting the Earl.&nbsp; So let him worry about financial ruin coming far sooner than he could think, that the dire straights his House was under was about to be a public scandal all about the ton.&nbsp; &nbsp;Any chance, any hope of a prosperous match with Louise once that was common knowledge would end there.&nbsp; The Saville family would go from a proud noble family of the Empire to penniless besiegers asking for coin from their betters.&nbsp; It would not be total ruin, but the nails in the coffin would be set.&nbsp; <br><br>So Thomas fired a shot over the bow at the Earl, letting him know in no uncertain terns that despite his feelings and reservations, Thomas was it.&nbsp; There would be no other man of fortune or rank to save him the scandal and embarrassment sure to come.&nbsp; Already Thomas cloud see the man's color turn slight green as the though came to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no anger in those eyes that Thomas could see.&nbsp; Oh anger would come latter once Thomas was far to ingrained into the family and their business interests.&nbsp; That time will come, and Thomas will very much enjoy gelding the man and making him nothing more than an impotent puppet in the House of Lords for him.<br><br>That was later, and Thomas needed to set his sights on the here and now.&nbsp; He was finished toying with the Earl.&nbsp; The man was indeed as stupid as he was vain and offered little sport for a man if Thomas' wit and intellect.&nbsp; &nbsp;He let his hands caress Louise again in a possessive way just shy of being a gesture that should not be done in front of polite company as he spoke again.&nbsp; <strong>"How can I not offer forgiveness when Lady Louise has been so entertaining and charming.&nbsp; I can assure the past is in the past, and my focus now is only upon your radiant daughter since I am a man of means and wealth wroth of her." </strong> <br><br>Thomas turned and took up Louise's hands bowing to her slightly to kiss it while never once lowering his dark eyes from hers.&nbsp; Interest, arousal, hope and more were in his dark depths, but perhaps not exactly mirroring the same reasons and emotions of that of Louise.&nbsp; Thomas was play a deep and complex game, she was merely the first piece he needed to turn to his side in this gambit, but now more than anything he was certain he could do so.&nbsp; <strong>"I have taken up enough of your time tonight m'Lady, and I do believe we both have verified what we desired too with one another.&nbsp; So, tea tomorrow around two o'clock.&nbsp; I of course know your residence and will have a character promptly at the top of the hour.&nbsp; Until then m'Lady, sweet dreams and graces upon you."</strong>&nbsp; Thomas let go of ehr hand than, gave his quick respects to her parents, then turned to leave, but not so much in a haste that if a question was asked of him he would miss it so and be unable to respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>09-03-2016, 06:50:47</strong>
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				Louise had certainly been polite and quiet during the exchange between her father and Thomas but she had noted that moment of veiled verbal jabs. He was an intelligent one and what he had said to her father had made him sweat from both humiliation and perhaps anger? She was not quite sure but she knew that her father would be saying some condescending things if he could. Yet, Thomas had been right… their family was in dire straits and if there was going to be a family effort to save their good name. Well, there was going to have to put pride behind them…<br><br>Her father only had to deal with Thomas in small dosages… Louise was going to have to marry the man and there was a part of her that knew that he was not quite the same handsome young man that she had been so enamoured with three years before. “Good evening to you, Thomas.” She said softly as he released her hand after giving it a polite and gentle kiss. Well, someone had certainly taught him how to be a gentleman in polite company. That was something that she had noticed as she smiled.<br><br>There was nothing left to say at that moment as he left the three of them. As soon as he was out of ear shot, her mother spoke. “Edward…” She said referring to her father. “I know that you are upset by his slight of the tongue… however, you will need to set your pride aside.” She warned with wisdom as her father was about to speak his mind. “Louise certainly does not have another season and we cannot afford to be picky.” She looked to her daughter, “You will simply get your wish… pity that we did not know this three years ago.” She said with a frown as she stared at her disappointment of a daughter. The girl was pretty but she had obviously not worked hard enough to charm anyone who was more worthy after two failed seasons. Then again, she had married this fool of a man because he had once had money but the man did not know what to do with it. And now, her dowry and his money were down the drain… and they had nothing for their daughter. <br><br>Now, they were going to have to rely on a former servant to bring up the family’s fortunes. The rest of the night had been mostly dancing with the other gentleman who had been on her dance card before her parents took her and left the Duke and Duchess’ ball without the hope that they would even become one family. <br><br>The carriage ride home had been a verbal assault on Louise on how she had failed them as a daughter but they were lucky enough that that upstart was still interested in courting her. There was a part of Louise that had tried hard to become a bride… mostly because she no longer wanted to be the property of her parents and yet, she was to become the property of a husband. <br><br>Well, perhaps… it would not be so horrible. It was later that night when she had thought of their time together three years ago. It had been when her father had gone to the city with her mother and another servant had gone as a valet to her father. In that time, well… she had fallen for Thomas who had acted as a footman for that week. Of course, she had always had a bit of a silly crush on him. <br><br>It had simply been impossible to be alone with him. Until the day that she had teased him a little in a corridor that they had been alone in… and as a result, he had kissed her. Their little affair had gone on for many months after. They would sneak into one of the guest bedrooms after dark and talk for hours… she told him everything about her hopes and dreams between the kissing and foreplay. Naturally, they had not gone any further because she knew that if she lost her virginity before marriage then she would have been ruined. <br><br>As Louise was in her bed that night thinking of the memories with Thomas, she thought that perhaps… she should have given him her virginity since it seemed that he was going to get that on their wedding night. Her mind went to went he was holding her as they danced. If she was honest with herself, she would have probably wanted to sneak off into another wing of the Duke and Duchess’ home and kiss him like they had. It certainly would have been a wonderful feeling having him all to herself. <br><br>Now, she could not wait until tomorrow afternoon for tea. Although, she knew that she would have to be proper as she always was. Well, certainly… their family was not going to last the rest of the season… she would most likely be married him by Christmas if not sooner. <br><br>And perhaps, he would give her a bit of freedom that she did not have as an unmarried woman… after all, he knew all her dreams and what she truly wanted to do. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 06:37:24</strong>
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				Thomas did depart the gala shortly after the interaction with the Earl.&nbsp; After Thomas had a chance to let his ire and temper cool, he did realize it was a mistake to call the Earl out as he did.&nbsp; It was still possible for the man to side with his ego and pride and ruin everything.&nbsp; Also, there was Louise's feelings to consider.&nbsp; It perhaps did not pain Thomas in the best romantic light to call her father a parasite.&nbsp; He did not know enough about Louise's true feelings to her father to be making those statements.&nbsp; After all she respected the Earl and the wife enough three years ago to confront him and say the things she did to Thomas.&nbsp; <br><br>Even after three years her words still stung, and in time he will make her regret them a bit.&nbsp; She will not know it at the time,&nbsp; He had to play her training and taming carefully.&nbsp; He needed to be certain that deep inside her was still the flame of passion and desire, of a woman that wants and enjoys sex and all it had to offer.&nbsp; The involuntary responses of her body during the dances he had with her were telling, and in part helped reassure Thomas that when the time came that Louise would be more than willing, but even he understood he could not start off with canes and floggers and restraints.&nbsp; There will be time, when she was in the throws of lust, to remind her of her past transgressions and to have her beg for his forgiveness.&nbsp; All he needed to do was to be patient.<br><br>By the appointed time the next day, Thomas had managed to regroup and put on a pleasant and inviting smile as he came to call upon Louise.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was dressed sharp and dressed to impress.&nbsp; If clothing maketh the man, than the outfit Thomas had on that afternoon backed up his claims that he was indeed well off.&nbsp; He was dressed in a long jacket with the tails of it near sweeping the ground, the texture of it like crushed oak leaves had been pressed into it.&nbsp; His vest was a rich crimson color, and he had an off the shoulder cloak of the same crimson color off his right shoulder, fasted to the jacket with an elaborate pin.&nbsp; He had a walking stick made out of cherry wood that gave it the rich red color of the wood.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood there in the receiving room of the manor, a familiar place to him after all.&nbsp; He could dare say he knew manor that Louise's family had as their primary residence in London far more so they she or her family did herself.&nbsp; He did not sit, and he did not pace about.&nbsp; He merely looked the large window letting in a day of rare sunlight, that smile still in place as he waiting on Louise to present herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 07:25:07</strong>
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				The day had started off as it had usually, there was breakfast in the morning on her own as she enjoy a bit of alone time with some tea and scones with butter and jam. She would read for a little before she was to get dressed for the morning. Her mother had arranged for the two of them to do a bit of visiting and to keep up appearances. After all, it did not matter if they were going broke… they had to pretend as everything were completely and utterly find. They had returned to the townhouse by noon and then, she was rushed to change her attire since she could not be seen of two different times wearing the exact same dress. For the outing with Thomas, she was dressed in a day dress with a jacket so that she would not get cold. She also wore a matching dress. The material was fine and the colour a deep purple. It went well with her complexion and colouring. <br><br>She did not have the hat on, it would be ready at the door for when they left. It was a servant who knew exactly who Thomas was… in fact, the butler had given him a once over when he had been received and told to wait in the receiving room for when Lady Louise was ready to receive him. <br>It was a maid who came to inform her as she was at her vanity patting her hair as she glanced over and smile. “Thank you, Samantha.” She said as the maid nodded, “My lady… there are rumours that it is Thomas Hamilton… your father’s valet at the receiving room.” Louise nodded. “It is… it seems that he has done quite well for himself.” She had to swallow her pride and not think of him as the former servant but a man of means now. <br><br>She rose from her seat as she made her way to the door and open to the corridor. Her speed was slow since she was a lady and not in a rush. It was down the stairs and towards the receiving room as she went to open it. Her parents knew where she was going and they would be in the entrance to see the two of them off. <br><br>She opened the door and went into the room and closed to door behind her. “Hello Thomas.” She said gently as she noticed that he was over by the window looking out of it to the street. “I hope that your travel went well…” She did not really know what to say, there was a part of her that wanted to have an open mind and she also felt embarrassed from her fantasies from the night before. <br><br>“Does this entire situation feel strange to you?” She asked him as she went to sit herself on the settee in her fine day dress* (http://36.media.tumblr.com/72ec5755528e8369510b78b940c1fa05/tumblr_nv5hh9z3qi1qcddvlo1_500.jpg). There was a bustle and the trim was expensive fabric… it was a wonder where the money went to.&nbsp; <br><br>(*OOC note: It's not that ugly colour... it's a jewel purple.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 08:40:52</strong>
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				Thomas did his best to ignore the stares from the people he had once worked side by side for a few years.&nbsp; They had always looked down at him a bit, for daring to have dreams to reach above what they considered his station.&nbsp; Of course Thomas was far more intelligent than all of them, and even then knew far more about business and industry than the Earl.&nbsp; Perhaps one of the servants had shared one of Thomas complaints with the Earl in an effort to get Thomas removed from the household.&nbsp; Thomas would not put it past any of them.&nbsp; He was never very close or friendly with the male servants, and it was clear then he had only eyes for Louise which would had sparked jealousy among the female servants that wanted him to warm their beds.&nbsp; Either or he had not made any friends or close relations here in this manor save with Louise.<br><br>Thomas turned from the window when Louise entered, his smile warm and genuine at seeing her.&nbsp; Very likely soon this woman was going to be his wife, and once more he was stunned by her sheer beauty.&nbsp; The dress she was wearing fit her perfectly, and made an impression, making sure everyone turned their gaze to her when she entered the room.&nbsp; He moved towards her with that graceful step of his, and took her hand into his, planting a kiss upon it as he bowed at his waist to her, his eyes never once leaving hers.&nbsp; Unlike last night, this time Louise could feel his warm breath stir over the fine hairs his lips has moistened.&nbsp; He let his thumb run over her knuckles as he straightened.<br><br><strong>"You are stunning my dear, ravishing even.&nbsp; That dress suits you well.&nbsp; I am glad that you decided to set aside your misgivings and to allow me to court you."</strong>&nbsp; Thomas let his thumb press in and caress her knuckles and fingers as she took her hand away to sit.&nbsp; Thomas moved to sit with her, his thigh and waist pressed into hers as he sat down.&nbsp; <strong>"Travel was taxing as there were far to many carriages on the street, and every second spent waiting was a second away from you.&nbsp; Still seeing you here and now has made all the waiting worth it, I assure you.&nbsp; As for strange..."</strong><br><br>Thomas made a glance about the room, the ceiling, a sweeping gaze before he returned his eyes to Louise, the smile still upon his features.&nbsp; <strong>"A tad perhaps, but I can understand everyone's...reluctance.&nbsp; After all it much to take in that a mere few years ago I was here standing shoulder to shoulder among the servants here, and now here I stand, one of the titans of industry and progress in the Empire.&nbsp; I can understand as there are times when I look about the changes in my life and where they had brought me, I too can have m breath taken away.&nbsp; I assure you though I have nothing but honorable intentions towards you, and I am looking forward to a pleasant day with you, if you will allow me that is."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 17:16:44</strong>
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				That smile had really done wonders for her doubts as she smiled back at him, a genuine one. It was as if she knew that it was going to somehow be alright for the two of them. He had taken her hand and kissed it gently, the sudden awareness that they were alone in the room and she wanted nothing more than for him to ravish her. However, she knew that this time… they would have to be entirely proper. He bowed to her with those intense eyes on her the entire time. Louise could feel herself blushing a little before she found her voice. “Thank you, Thomas.” She said towards his compliment. “You look so very handsome.” She said suddenly, he did dress like someone of their upper class… perhaps more so. <br><br>“Oh, I did not mean to say that I thought that you had anything but noble intentions towards me.” She mentioned to him as she was sitting right beside him, her hands in her lap but she was leaning into him a little. “You have done well for yourself… and that is an accomplishment that does not go unnoticed in this society. Although, I did have my misgivings… I do tell you that it was my mistake to do so.” She only hoped that he could forgive her. Of course, he had said as such but there was a small part of her that feared that if they were long into their marriage… it would be brought up once again. <br><br>She did not bring this deep dark secret up as she smiled at him. “I think that a pleasant day together will do quite well.” It did feel a little awkward because she was not quite allowed to speak her mind as she had once done with him. “I only hope that we will soon share the closeness that I so frivolously tossed aside.” She meant that with all her heart and it was not only because he was a man of means now. She had been persuaded to give him up and now, she thought that perhaps if she had run off and eloped with him… well, perhaps… just perhaps, she could have been happy.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, there was no time for gloom of the past. It was a rare lovely day in London and she thought that it was best to be on their way before the weather made a change. “Perhaps, we should be on our way.” She mentioned with a grin at him, “The weather is fine… perhaps the sun is shining for us?” She suggested as she waited for him to make a move to rise before she would do the same. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>12-03-2016, 07:30:01</strong>
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				At Louise's compliment to how Thomas was attired.&nbsp; That deepened the smile upon his face and he ran his hands over the fabric of the jacket he was wearing.&nbsp; He did preen a bit and why not, his success was still new to him, and he was proud it.&nbsp; He did it on his own and made something of himself where people of so called nobility and privilege thought he would not amount be nothing more than a mere servant.&nbsp; Yes, there was more than a bit of pride and starch at his accomplishments, even if not all of them were strictly legal.&nbsp; The tone in his voice as he spoke to Louise was not smug, but he could not keep the pleased tone from it.<br><br><strong>"I am glad you think so Louise.&nbsp; I will admit I am at the whim of my tailor when it comes to men's fashion and attire.&nbsp; I am learning much from him as I do not wish to appear uneducated, but I never really knew till now that the man actually knew men's clothing and what would make an impression upon people, especially a beautiful and impressionable young lady.&nbsp; I will admit to be a bit peeved as this means I need to pay the man more.&nbsp; Ah he is worth it if it brings such a light to your eyes, my dear.&nbsp; I aslo do not fault you for your misgivings you had.&nbsp; I will admit if the circumstances of our reunion was not the most ideal of circumstances."</strong><br><br>At her words, Thomas did rise from the settee and offered his arm to Louise.&nbsp; <strong>"It is a indeed a lovely day and it would be a shame to waste it as you say.&nbsp; it is too far for us to walk to the China House, but there is a park that is close by.&nbsp; Let us take my carriage there and then walk to the China House.&nbsp; Fresh air, the sun upon our skin, the a nice breeze and the birds chirping in the air.&nbsp; What do you say to that, my dear?&nbsp; Let us both start to build upon new and happy memories with one another?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>12-03-2016, 08:08:13</strong>
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				Well, she certainly could not get much sunlight on her skin because then… she might freckle or get a tan. It was something that one had to be aware of as a young lady from a family who was not use to working. “Well, you would have some knowledge of fashion having been father’s valet.” She pointed out quietly before blushing. “Not to say that is all that… You have done well.” She tried to recover from her faux pas. “I think we should simply be on our way.”<br><br>Taking his hand, she rose from the settee and went towards the door of the receiving room. Once there, the room was opened by a foot man and they were in the front entrance. It was not long before her parents were there to see the two of them off for the day. Her father being very polite and her mother’s face almost cracking from too much smiling. <br><br>It seemed that they were hoping for this match perhaps a little too much. Well, if the truth were to be told. He was going to be their saviour and so, it seemed that it was all up to her to be a good woman and charm him as she had before. Of course, his words had calmed her down because in a sense… he was right, they ought to be making new and happy memories with one another. <br><br>She was given a jacket, a matching hat with her dress a long with a parasol since the sun was shining as they were sent off by her father saying that he ought to bring her home before nightfall. They made their way to the carriage and he helped her up on the step and into the carriage as she settled herself on one side of it. It was a rather fine carriage and she thought that it was something that was not too lavish but still lovely. She did not understand carriages that were too much because it was not like the person in the carriage was the Queen of their country. <br><br>Once he was settled down in the carriage, he knocked on the top as if to tell the driver to go. “I do apologize for my parents’ behaviour.” She said simply as she watched him from across the inside of the carriage. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>14-03-2016, 13:49:19</strong>
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				As they rose and Louise took his arm, he moved his hand as he moved his hand to slide down her spine to the small of her back.&nbsp; There he caressed, skilled fingers putting enough pressure to be felt through the thin and exquisite material of her dress.&nbsp; Thomas knew from his training with the Scarlet King and the Violet Queen that the small of the back was a little known erogenous zone, ripe for stimulation and seduction.&nbsp; He continued to do so as he escorted Louise out of the manor and to his carriage.&nbsp; The only time Thomas stopped caressing the small of her back was when he opened the carriage door for Louise and held her hand as he aided her in the climb up.&nbsp; Once she was seated, he climbed up in and placed himself next to her, pressing his thigh against hers as the carriage started its journey when he tapped the roof with his walking staff.<br><br>The carriage was nice if not ostentatious.&nbsp; Here he did not go for cherry wood, but the varnish and stain upon the rich oak of the carriage gave it near the look of cherry wood.&nbsp; The inner was posh and comfortable with suede leather seats with down stuffing that were dyed a rich and deep oxblood in color.&nbsp; There was the hint of sandalwood inside the carriage that gave it a bit of the exotic while doubling to keep the stench of the streets from bothering those inside.&nbsp; As the carriage picked up its speed, Thomas turned towards Louise, listening to her words as he took her hand into his and raised it to his lips.&nbsp; He first started with the fingertips, then kissed upon each knuckle joint till he reached the back of her hand before he responded.<br><br><strong>"There is nothing to forgive or apologize about your parents behavior my dear.&nbsp; I know this is all very new and sudden to them and in time they will come to embrace me."</strong>&nbsp; Thomas turned over her hand in his and kissed it again.&nbsp; <strong>"I do not think this will be a traditional courtship my dear.&nbsp; We already both know that for the purposes of your family that I am an ideal suitor.&nbsp; As such I want our courtship to reconnect one another on a more...sensual level.&nbsp; Of course if this will make you uncomfortable it would be best to know now so I do not make a misstep with you and offend you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>14-03-2016, 17:44:04</strong>
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				She did not know what had come over her as she was in front of her parents and yet, she was so incredibly aroused by Thomas as he was escorting her towards the door and to the carriage. It was the smallest of touches that seemed to make her burn for him. Then, she had burned for him years ago. She had remembered sitting and she was practicing her piano, she had only turned eighteen at the time and had wanted nothing more than to be with Thomas… lying in bed, kissing and doing everything but fornicate. <br><br>She had been a bit surprised when he had sat himself right beside her once again as she glanced over at him. The look on his face said more than his body language as she moved her skirts a bit. It was a wonder and quite lucky that ladies’ fashion was not so cumbersome then it was 20 to 30 years before. It was then that he took her hand and began to kiss her knuckle softly as she watched him. Her cheeks becoming warm, she must be blushing… Louise was sure of it. “I know that you keep saying that but you must know that I hold guilt in my heart… I do not know how you can forgive me so easily.” She admitted to him.<br><br>Swallowing a little, she smiled. “You are right however… it will all come with time in the case of my family.” She took a deep breath as she watched him. “What do you mean… on a sensual level?” She was probably a pink hue as she wondered if he was expecting them to pick up where they had left off. It simply could not be like that this time… well, she did have to wonder as she waited for his reply. <br><br>“Does that mean that you are going to kiss me?” She asked him wanting him to explain more. “Are you still going to wait until we are married to finally take my virginity?” She asked suddenly with almost a serious expression on her face as she looked into his eyes… how she had missed him. And now, it was as if everything was falling into place for the two of them. <br><br>“I mean that, are we picking up where we had left off?” Her expression curious to know the answers. “Please, do not be vague in your meaning.” Her voice direct wanting to know everything. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>17-03-2016, 05:15:34</strong>
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				Thomas leaned into Louise as she spoke.&nbsp; He had not anticipated to kiss her so soon, but since she was the one that brought it up.&nbsp; Her words brought a smile to Thomas' features, a smile with a playful edge to it.&nbsp; He started at the knuckles of her hand, planting soft little kisses before he moved his mouth up slowly up the length if her arm.&nbsp; He held it out so that his eyes would never leave hers.&nbsp; He continued his sensual trek up her arm and then to her neck.&nbsp; There he knew where to let his hot breath to caress at as he answered her question about kissing her.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes..."</strong>&nbsp; Thomas then closed the distance and his lips touched hers.<br><br>Thomas eased into the kiss.&nbsp; There would be time for brute possession later when he was certain she would be open and receptive too it.&nbsp; He was certain that she would be as he sensed that Louise had been wanting a man to take her in hand and demonstrate how a man handled a woman, completely and totally.&nbsp; It was his belief that all women desired that on some level, that dark part of their sexual side that they repressed to have a man take them in hand and totally and completely ravish them, to leave their inhibitions behind and carry no guilt, to put themselves in the man's hands.&nbsp; Yes, that time would come, but it was not now.&nbsp; She would need to be coaxed and seduced to it.&nbsp; Patience, a bit more patience and in the end, Thomas would gain what he wanted from Louise.&nbsp; Until then, his kiss was soft, a feather's caress.&nbsp; At the end of it he hint of his tongue, licking at the crease that her lips made before he pulled back, still smiling that wicked and boyish smile as he answered the rest of her concerns.<br><br><strong>"While I will not turn you down if you would to offer yourself completely to me, no, I will not ask you for force you to have sex with me.&nbsp; Your virtue will be yours till our wedding night if that is truly your desire.&nbsp; As far as picking up where we left off, as you said, yes, that is what I desire.&nbsp; To explore you sensually and to see what truly makes you want with need and desire.&nbsp; I know all else about you, and to an extent you know the same about me, though I understand you might wish to know more about me given my change in status.&nbsp; I will be very willing to bring you now into my world, to let you see it, and welcome your own thoughts on the matter.&nbsp; For you, all I desire to know more o you now is how to please you, so that when the night comes, your wedding night will be a memory of pleasure you never want to forget, instead of a source of disappointment as I have heard it be to many of your peers."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>17-03-2016, 08:04:43</strong>
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				She did not think that he could ever force her to fornicate with him because she would be a willing participate if they were to engage in copulation. Seeing that playful smile on his features, she could not help herself but return an embarrassed look in her eyes. He was kissing her knuckles before kissing her wrist and arm. That there… his lips on her neck, his breathing had her leaning a bit more into him. Thomas moved himself up and was looking into her eyes before answering her questions… finally. That was when he finally kissed her. <br><br>It was intoxicating… a gentle kiss like some of the ones that she had remembered the two of them sharing together years before when they had been young. And had not learnt the fact that they would be separated and yet, here they were in this carriage with a renewed sense of lust. She was holding herself back a little because she knew that she could not be wanton… she had been like that before and knew what had happened as a result. Louise did not know what Thomas had planned for her in their future. Not a clue because he had not learnt that other side until she had broken his heart and broke her own as a result. This kiss was a teasing one, an appetizer to a ten course meal. She was hoping for more but after he had pulled away, she opened her eyes gently and watched him. Her look a little confused as her hand went to her cheek and she touched it. “I must be a scarlet colour.” She said, he was grinning at her deviously. <br><br>“I did not think that you would force me to do anything that I did not wish to do.” Louise mentioned as she listened to what he had to say, “I would prefer if we could wait until the marriage bed…I do not mind a bit of where we had left off this relationship before…” She trailed off in her sentence. “Well, I certainly want to know about your life and business… I am a little curious about that.” There was a part of her that felt offended that he did not want to know of her life and the things that she had done in the last three years…<br><br>She had been looking to fix her parents situation but… he knew just as well of her other dreams and her want for knowledge about the sciences and this age of technology… it was one of the more exciting times in history. There were the air ships and steam powered vehicles… if anything… steam was what made the world what it was… and he was part of that. Louise certainly wanted to know that part of him. “What do you exactly do?” She asked. “Are you an inventor or a builder? You have to be something like that…” She said softly… they had plenty of thing to talk about what the marriage bed would be like. She wanted to know more about the technology then what she read in books… she wanted to see blueprints.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 02:04:40</strong>
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				Thomas pressed in a bit closer to Louise, and one hand went to her hip at first as his mouth went to her neck.&nbsp; He wanted to hear that moan again when his mouth kissed at the pulse point there.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not realize till this moment that he missed these sounds from her, the sounds of her enjoyment, pleasure, and more.&nbsp; It was a temptation he could not resist despite the need for patience and caution.&nbsp; &nbsp;He let his teeth bite down lightly on the spot as his hand caressed at her hip.&nbsp; &nbsp;After he let go, he moved to kiss her mouth, one kiss not being enough by far for Thomas.&nbsp; Thomas broke off the kiss and he caressed the side of her face and spoke to her in that purring tone he used upon her the previous night.<br><br><strong>"I am glad that you trust me, Louise.&nbsp; I will admit to you at first I was hurt by your rejection years ago, but as I said I have forgiven you for it.&nbsp; I promise that I do have deep feelings for you, and that I would never do anything to truly hurt or harm you."</strong>&nbsp; Make her cry out in erotic pain for him yes, make her beg for him to fuck her yes, but never anything that would truly hurt her or leave a permanent mark.&nbsp; He would never strike out to her in anger, never.&nbsp; Thomas kissed Louise again, this time trying to tease and tempt her with his tongue so he could taste her.<br><br>By this time his hands had moved, one to the back of her head to cradle her gently, and the other moved up and down her side, every now and then the base of Thomas' thumb caressed against the outer slope of Louise's breast as he continued to purr at her in that cultured and sensual voice of his.&nbsp; <strong>"After we have tea we can go to my workshop if you would like.</strong>&nbsp; He had one that he at time displayed to investors and visitors.&nbsp; It was not his true workshop but it would be impressive enough for Louise.&nbsp; After they were married and he was certain that she was his he would perhaps take her to his true place of work.&nbsp; <strong>"As for me I am both an inventor, builder, and an industrialist.&nbsp; &nbsp;I do not merely limit myself to one field of expertise you see.&nbsp; It was what caught the eye of my patron and he has not had cause to regret hiring me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 05:09:02</strong>
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				She felt like she was falling back into an addiction at that very moment when he had moved a bit closer to her. His hand on her hip as she felt her heart’s steady beating against her rib cage. Louise missed his touch and the feeling of him close to her, his arms around her. It was a feeling of protection… and the kisses. Well, she had had almost three years without them and so, this was a renewed sense of passion. “Well, nothing gives me greater joy then knowing that we can renew this.” She said softly to him with a smile before he surprised her with another kiss. <br><br>He did need to stop because they were on a dangerous path of seducing one another. Of course, her feelings of passion were renewed but she did need continue to be a lady. Even if they were in the carriage, “Thomas, I certainly want to show my feelings for you as well… I only think that perhaps, I need to settle myself a little.” Her voice breathless and her cheeks red, taking a move to catch her breath, she was leaning into him. “Your workshop?” She said with a smile thinking that would be a lovely idea. <br><br>“I think that I would like that very much.” She mentioned to him as her hand moved to take his into her own, his hands were a lot more rough then hers. “I am so happy that you found something that was more of your calling in life, you truly were not happy with being on my father’s staff.” She mentioned to him as she closed her eyes to rest her head on his shoulder, enjoying their moments together. <br><br>It was at that point that the carriage rocked forward before hauling. This carriage was drawn but a horse but there was word of horseless carriages. She had seen a few but they were not so popular with society… yet. However, Louise was fascinated with all the mechanics and would devour all the magazines that wrote about it… even when her mother was telling her that she ought to be reading more literature and fashion magazines. <br><br>The coach had stopped and she waited for Thomas to be the first one out so that he could help her… and then, they could talk a bit more at tea… although, she was a little disappointed that the carriage ride was over.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 09:16:51</strong>
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				Thomas let her hand gather into his.&nbsp; It was fine that she was stopping him from touching her in a way that Thomas knew would make her blood boil with need, to set her pulse racing.&nbsp; He had laid the foundation, and besides, he knew how to caress and touch her hand in a way to make that pulse beat hard.&nbsp; Not as hard as if he were caressing about her breasts, but enough to keep her on the edge as it were.&nbsp; He smiled at her and raised her hand to his lips as he spoke.<br><br><strong>"I think that we have a rare opportunity to be alone with one another without prying eyes upon us, to enjoy and be with one another.&nbsp; Still, if this is too much before tea, I will relent for now.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will not always when I have you to myself and alone, my lovely flower.&nbsp; No, when we are alone I mean to caress, touch and kiss you as much as propriety will allow.&nbsp; You will belong to be, and I belong to you and as such normal conventions do not apply to us, would you not agree?" </strong><br><br>The carriage did come to a stop and as it did, Thomas shifted to a more gentleman like position in the carriage.&nbsp; A moment passed and the door was opened by the footman.&nbsp; Thomas exited first, and he offered his arm to Louise as he aided her out of the carriage.&nbsp; As had been discussed before, it was such a lovely day that Thomas was leading Louise through the park on their way to the tea house.&nbsp; He did pick up on something of her interests and he decided to explore it more.<br><br><strong>"So you desire to see the blue prints of something work do you?&nbsp; I know that you had displayed an interest in technology.&nbsp; What would you like to see, to get your fingers dirty with ink and coal dust.&nbsp; I am very interested in your ideas.&nbsp; Perhaps my workshop might spark a new idea and thought process of your own.&nbsp; It is well know that thr greatest inventions in this age did not exist in vacuum and were indeed the work of many intelligent individuals working together.&nbsp; &nbsp;I could be the same for us, yes my flower?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 02:46:04</strong>
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				She did realize that this was a rare opportunity to be alone but so soon after being reacquainted was not a good idea in her eyes. Naturally, her body was reacting to wanting to do more. Far more than could be mentioned in polite society. She swallowed a little as she was touching her hand, even that… he was making it erotic. “I belong to you and you to me…” She said softly thinking that was a progressive statement since it was usually the fact that men tended to see women as their property. She had to wonder if he thought that women ought to be voting as well. Louise sincerely hoped that Thomas was progressive in these thoughts. <br><br>“Yes, I suppose that they will not… that is if we are proper in society but perhaps a bit more wicked when we are alone together.” She could not help but smirk a little as she thought about what sorts of things that they could do to one another. Well, she had to stop that thinking about that sort of thing as the carriage had come to a stop and she was not sitting upright and like a proper lady. She had even moved a little to make some distance for when the footman opened the door before Thomas was the first out. He then turned to take her hand and she was helped out of the carriage. <br><br>“Well, I admit that my interest has grown in the last few years. Naturally, I cannot act on that interest other than going to events and speaking to people in the field…” She mentioned as she thought about how upset her mother got when she knew that she was talk about the modern technology of the day. It was not like Louise could help it. Her mind enjoyed knowing about that was on the horizon and the ideas that there were. To her, it felt like she was living in the future. Or rather the future was today. The ideas of what the world could be like in a decade or a century amazed her. “You would allow me to go into your workshop and look at the things that you are working on?” She asked curiously with smile. It was something that she truly wanted to do as she thought about her ideas from all her reading. “Well, I do have some idea already…” Louise mentioned to him, perhaps a little more confident then she had before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 08:26:47</strong>
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				Thomas put his hand over Louise as they walked together.&nbsp; He had recalled Louise's interest in technology when they had been together before, but after listening to her response, he was more than pleasantly surprised that the spark of her interest had flamed into something more.&nbsp; Her passion for learning and understanding was clear as day when he looked at her as she talked about visiting his workshop and the ideas that she had, as well as her frustration at the supposed constraints of society that prevent her following that passion.&nbsp; It was something that not only pleased Thomas, but could be something that he could use to be certain to cement their relationship with one another.<br><br><strong>"Of course you will get to see my workshop.&nbsp; Nothing would please me more than to do so.&nbsp; I also would love to hear your ideas.&nbsp; Also, if you wish what I could do is set up a series of salons for you where I can bring in noted intellectuals for you to speak and talk with them?&nbsp; I know I would enjoy seeing your mind at work and being put to use to something other than being forced to remember what silverware would need to be put out with what place setting.&nbsp; Not that the social sciences that women are educated on is not important, but I can see that you hunger and wish for more."</strong><br><br>Thomas turned towards her and he let his hand caress and touch her cheek in an intimate gesture, his expression both open and surprisingly tender all at the same time.&nbsp; <strong>"I want to do that for you my dear, to set you loose and free, to enable you to indulge in your dreams and passions that you never thought that you could.&nbsp; Your family I can offer my good name, my reputation, as well as my wealth.&nbsp; You, you however, I can offer you this, my approval and willingness to experience what you always wanted too, but were told that you could not.&nbsp; That will be my gift and desire for you, something that I very much doubt any other suitor is willing to offer you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 03:19:35</strong>
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				They were going to go to Claridges for tea, they were able to have their afternoon tea in the dining room. There would be finger sandwiches, drop scones, devilled ham toasts, potted shrimp and Charlotte Russo. It was one of the best place to be seen during the day. She walked with him on his arm, the tea room was filled with ladies and gentlemen. They were sitting and enjoying their afternoon meal together because lunch and supper were long hours away. <br><br>“Well, I look forward to see your workshop.” She said to Thomas as she nodded to someone that she knew and said a quick polite hello before they were escorted to a table that was in the best part of the restaurant. It seemed that he must have had reservations. “A series of salons so I can speak with other intellectuals…” She did not think that she could because it was not like she had gone to university like some women. She had wanted to but that was what ‘ugly women’ did according to her mother.<br><br>“It is the truth…” She said simply. “I do want to know more and I feel like I have a lot to offer but that I do not have the resources to do so.” Louise sighed a little as they were seated and the waiter took their order for tea or coffee. Once the waiter was gone, Louise smiled. “I suppose that I am very lucky that we found each other again.” She said to him as she thought about the things that she thought to improve on. Well, there were a number of things that she thought could have improvements in the world of technology. <br><br>And she would tell of them to Thomas. Mostly because he knew those who ran the monopoly of steam… and that was what she had thought of most of the time. “Are you allow to talk about the sort of things that you are working on?” She asked him as she thought perhaps, he could not in a public setting. “I admit that I might have read a little about some of your work… at least, I think. That industry is a little secretive.” Not that she blamed them since this was the dawn of technology and people were stealing left, right and centre. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 02:01:27</strong>
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				If Thomas displayed any reaction at having the eyes of society upon him, it was not evident at all as he escorted Louise to the table that the sever was taking them too.&nbsp; Inwardly he was pleased.&nbsp; His association with the Scarlet King was not a large secret.&nbsp; Being seen in society, and having Louise appearing on his hard enhanced his social status to be certain.&nbsp; He could hear the whispering behind fans and hands alike.&nbsp; A playful smirk crossed his feature for a moment but it soon grew back into the open and warm smile as he waived off the sever and pulled out a chair for Louise, going through the motions of being an articular and consummate gentleman.<br><br>Once Louise was seated, Thomas took his seat and then turned to her and ask simply.&nbsp; <strong>""Order your hearts desire my dear, please.&nbsp; I want to see you indulge."</strong>&nbsp; Thomas listens to what Louise decides upon and then adds to the order his own cup of Earl Grey tea.&nbsp; He waited till the server was gone and there was a semblance of privacy before he spoke to her again.&nbsp; Before he did so, he reached over and took her hand into his, caressing and rubbing his thumb over the pressure points on her hand, where he know would make Louise's heart to speed up and her blood to warm as he smiled at her, not caring at all who might be watching.<br><br><strong>"With me, you will have all the resources that you need my dear.&nbsp; If you wished to attend university, you can.&nbsp; Oxford, Cambridge, there would be none baring your approach nor what you desired to study.&nbsp; I want you happy, and I do not mean in the traditional way that these so called nobility keep their wives about them as if there were a mark of their social status.&nbsp; I mean to give you the ability to pursue your wants and desires, and for me to be a part of that.&nbsp; If that flies in the face of social convention, I do not care.&nbsp; I have not cared about it to date, I will not let it constrain me now, and especially not with you."</strong>&nbsp; Thomas then raised Louise's hand to his lips and kissed it, as if to emphasize that point.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 08:24:29</strong>
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				Louise had ordered some Darjeeling Tea with milk and sugar on the side. Along with other parts of afternoon tea as she said for the waiter to give them a few things along with some suggestions before she was looking at the man who sat across from her. He had taken her hand into her own as was touching it, caressing it. It made Louise feel positively wanted at all times. It was a nice feeling and it made her heart race a bit. If she was being truthful, she wanted him to kiss her once again. “Thomas… I feel like you are making me fall for you again.” She heard herself whisper to him.<br><br>It was an embarrassing confession but it was what she felt. There was going to be freedom to pursue her dreams that had seemed utterly impossible being a woman of the upper class. However, he had said that she could attend university. Was she smart enough for that? Louise felt as if she was. “Really?” She said to him with surprise in her voice. “You would let me go to university?” She blinked a few times as if she could hardly believe what he was saying. <br><br>“Lord, you will not confine me to being only a wife and mother?” She had whispered this because it was a bit shocking. I do apologize but it…” She smiled like she had been given her greatest wish. Her life felt like it could truly begin. “It is something that I am overjoyed to hear… it feels like it could be a dream.” A cruel joke perhaps?<br><br>No, she trusted Thomas at that moment. He had proved to be trustworthy as she watched him kiss her hand. Her eyes softening as she felt like she was the same young woman a few years before when she had fallen for him. It was about at that moment when the waiter had returned with the two pots of Earl Grey and Darjeeling tea for the two of them. There was also a three tier plate system with a few of the things that they had ordered like the finger sandwiches (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR8fJyYRRYaED4vxE9NriGzk3A0iY6v4ZUHrbTBTUmHHPIaR2vb), drop scones (http://www.afarmgirlsdabbles.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/Raspberry-Drop-Scones_AFarmgirlsDabbles_AFD-3.jpg), potted shrimp (http://cdnwp.audiencemedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/424433-1-eng-GB_shrimp10-470x540.jpg), deviled ham toasts (http://lh4.ggpht.com/S2NVa-zRXsOK8NzMQEssaZvjjVi8AgZIRJomMUaF0RllmAZFzR28G1kVYgVrdwJpYEYnDHU918W_-R2Y5BL3o8Q=s480-c-e365) and Charlotte Russo (http://www.thomson.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/charlotte-russe-cake-e1429607353765.jpg). <br><br>Of course, Louise could not eat quickly because it would be considered unladylike but everything did look delicious. “You must tell me more of your stories from the last two years. Have you been able to travel? What do you do when you are not working?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 00:00:41</strong>
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				Thomas continued to caress the knuckles and fingers of Louise's hand as he smiled warmly at her.&nbsp; He really was rather skilled with touching her.&nbsp; It was as if the last few years has not happened at all and it was only yesterday that they were trading touches and kisses from prying eyes.&nbsp; Thomas only released his hand from hers when the tea and the finger food arrived.&nbsp; Thomas took the moment to add sugar and cream to his tea, adding quite a bit of sugar to it in fact.&nbsp; It seemed Thomas had developed a tad bit of a sweet tooth since Louise last knew him.&nbsp; To offset the sweetness of his drink, he added finger sandwiches and deviled ham toasts.&nbsp; The shrimp he did not touch, for while he did not have an iodine allergy per-say, he did not care for the taste of it that was near present in all shellfish.&nbsp; He took a sip of his teas, letting escape a sigh of pleasure at the taste before his hand returned to her hand and started that caressing dance a new.<br><br><strong>"Is that not what one which you are close and intimate too, to have them fall for you over and over, to breath life and more into the relationship before it has a chance to taste old or stale.&nbsp; I hope so and while I cannot promise that I will always succeed in that regard, I can promise that I will always do my best to attempt to do so."</strong>&nbsp; Especially when it game to games and more in the bed chambers, or pleasure chambers, and the wicked and secret pleasure clubs, such as the infamous Heavenly Host, which held a fair number of well off in society names in attendance in masque to secretly indulge in their taste of the wicked.&nbsp; Yes, once Louise was well in hand and had grown addicted to the dark and wicked pleasures he could bring, he very well would enjoy parading her about in corset, high ankle boots, stockings, gloves, leather cuffs and collar, and little else.&nbsp; Yes, very much enjoy that indeed.&nbsp; Even the mere thought of it made his phallus erect and hard under the table, to such an extent he would need to exert more than a moderate amount of self control over his body least he embarrass himself when he rose, and that would not due, as it would also embarrass Louise and give her second thoughts, despite his well meaning and intended promises.<br><br>So as wickedly delicious as the images were, Thomas pushed them to the side as he continued to speak in that warm, intimate tone with Louise.&nbsp; <strong>"As for a dream, perhaps but only in a sense that I fully intend to make such a dream a reality, and never a cruel joke or jape at your expense."</strong>&nbsp; A means to keep her beholden to him and give her the cream to lick from her paws like a kitten yes, at least till he had her tamed to his will, but never as a malicious joke.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, I would let you go to university.&nbsp; Unlike many men, I cannot stand the uneducated.&nbsp; That is not to mean I believe you to be so, but if we are to wed, I want you as my partner in all manners of our intellectual pursuits together, and never kept in a could of ignorance as many of the Ton seem to enjoy keeping their wives."</strong>&nbsp; A partner in business and creativity yes, but his submissive and slave in bed and pleasure chambers.<br><br>Thomas let go of her hand so he could eat some of the food before him.&nbsp; He eats quick, and it seems in a blink of an eye half his plate is gone.&nbsp; He washed down his food with a generous amount of tea before he continued.&nbsp; <strong>"I fear I have not traveled at all, though I certainly would enjoy doing so after we are wed.&nbsp; These last few years had seen me dedicated to my work and to learning the intricacies of business under my mentor's wing.&nbsp; So there is little outside of work till recently where I have been attending salons, debates, and the occasional gala.&nbsp; There is one other thing my mentor had introduced me too, but I fear to bring it up least you judge me and consider it tasteless and vulgar."</strong>&nbsp; Thomas was taking a risk here, but he believed that he knew Louise and in her was a woman that enjoyed passion, revealed in lust when she was not observed, and he believed that while she maybe shocked when he hinted at the Heavenly Host, there would also be a secret thrill and curiosity for more.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Perils of Society, a Baskerville Tale. (BlackStone and Aurora Borealis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Borealis</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 23:20:29</strong>
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				Louise was educated but only in the proper education of a lady, she knew of music, art, dancing, literature and some mathematics. However, she had studied much more of the mathematics side of her educated… or rather tried to learn the basics. The nice thing about mathematics was that it was a language that could be understood in any part of the world and it was a language that she had studied on her own. The idea of going to university had delighted the young woman as she was enjoying her afternoon tea with Thomas. She was eating very slowly compared to him because it was the way that she had been taught. After all, a woman who ate too fast must have a large appreciate for sex. At least, that was what she had been warned of. <br><br>He was touching her hand and it was a feeling that she had truly missed of him. Louise felt like they were the only two in the tea room for those moments as she said. “Well, you are promising me the world in my opinion.” She said in a soft voice. “And, I admit that I am overwhelmed with the thought.” She looked up for a moment. “I mean that I enjoy it immensely.” She swallowed a little as she ate a little more of the meal and then sipped a bit of tea. <br><br>“It seems like you have had an exciting few years.” She said to him with a smile as she paused for a moment when he had mentioned that his mentor had introduced him to something that she would find tasteless and vulgar. That had her curiosity spiked as she swallowed a bit of her tea and said, “Uh… Is it something that we can speak of in polite company?” She looked around for a moment wondering if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation. <br><br>The first thought was that he was a sodomite. Well, there were plenty of men who were into that form of lifestyle that had loving relationships with their wives. She was sure of it… of course, her mind went to that copy of Fanny Hill that she had read when she was young… in secret naturally. “I am perhaps… curious of your meaning.” She said softly but she was also perhaps wary of what he was going to tell her. <br><br>Her eyes was on the Charlotte Russo that she had on her plate with the pink whipped cream, the raspberries and lady fingers. “Unless you cannot tell me… yet.” She bit her lip gently wanting to know so terribly. <br>
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