Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod)
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				Title: <strong> Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 23:57:22</strong>
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				Isabella Smithson stared at the large house that loomed in the horizon like a thunderstorm ready to throw it's wrath at her. The over cast gloomy day did not help and nor did the dark colours of the stones that built the house.&nbsp; She grasped the small suitcase that she held in her left hand slightly tighter around the handle. Through the&nbsp; thin leather gloves she could barely feel the wooden handle. She inhaled deeply as she moved her first step out of many along the large drive way of the house. <br><br>The hem of her large , dark brown cloak kicked up some of the little stones that had been ground into the soil beneath her feet. She was grateful at least that the autumn air had not yet turned chilly but the sensation of entering yet another house to govern and care for another child chilled her more to the bone than the coldest winters that she could remember. <br><br>She was nearing the age of twenty one and this would be her fifth home within three years. Though each had started well in time the mother either grew envious of the feeling that the children developed for the overly kind governess or her unusual ways of teaching lead her to being unwelcome. . For most she was far different to what they had experienced. Most givernesses she knew were far older than her and ran a tight ship, they did not mind physically disciplining the children nor did they mind being so serious that the children spent a lot of their time in fear. <br><br>The last home she had to leave was because the young daughter of the Lord and Lady of the house had accidentally called Isabella Mother. She was out of the hosue the next day. For the following week she had spent her nights in a cheap but comfortable inn while she looked for her next place. <br><br>She had heard about a vacancy opening up in this area and had spent the last three hours moving from house to house knocking on the doors and inquiring whether they needed a governess at the time. <br><br>Most of course did not need one and some had taken one look at her young face and stated they preferred one with more experience.&nbsp; It was as she was remembering her past that she forgot that she was quickly approaching the door of the next house and almost walked into it. Thankfully only the tip of her nose grazed the heavy door. <br><br>Taking a deep breath she lifted her right hand to the door and grasped the heavy brass knocker.<br><br>"Bang, bang, bang"<br><br>The sound seemed louder than the others had with the odd silence that seemed to come from every where. All she could do was wait for a answer and wish herself the best of luck.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 20:20:33</strong>
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				Andrew Cunningham, Duke of York and stepped out of the carriage outside the railway station. He was returning home from a three week visit to the continent where he had gone to call the heads of banks of several countries. He was the head of the Bank of Cornwall and unlike other members of the royal family, he took an active interest in his job and he not merely a titular head. From his windswept black hair hair, to the toes of his gleaming shoes, he might have posed as an advertisement for the Man of Fashion. His broad shoulders set off a coat of superfine cloth to perfection; his waistcoat was chosen with an eye for detail. But no tailoring, no amount of detached nonchalance, could conceal the muscle in his arms or the strength of his shoulders. Above the sharp points of his shirt-collar, a weary, handsome face showed its owner's disillusionment.&nbsp; <br><br>He was accompanied by his trusted friend and deputy Henry Wooster and they walked into the train station together, their baggage being carted along by porters behind them. The train to London was waiting on the platform and it was ready to leave. Andrew and Henry climbed into their first class compartment and settled into the comfortable leather seats. Their luggage was stowed away in the luggage car and both men relaxed. “That well rather well I thought. Frankly, I did not expect Bank of France to open up an extended line of credit for our overseas operations but you pulled it off Andrew” said Henry. Andrew flashed a wry smile at him “It does help if you can speak French. You should have paid attention at school rather than spending all your time at the lake”. Andrew looked out of the window and watched the world flash by as the train picked up speed. He had been on the road for three weeks, the longest he had ever been away from home and he was looking forward to getting back. Thoughts of his wife’s funeral flashed through his head as his eyes took on a faraway look. He couldn’t believe that it had been two months since Cynthia had left him and Rose forever. And he was even more surprised that he had managed to get back to work so early. Deep in his mind, he knew that he had plunged headlong into work to avoid thinking about his wife. He doubted he would ever get over her. She had had her faults but they had loved each other and they had had a beautiful 6 year old as proof.<br><br>Henry interrupted his thoughts. He had always been good at reading his mind. “Say Andrew, about Cynthia, you really have to move on you know. Rose needs a father and she probably needs a mother as well”. Andrew scoffed at him “A mother. I don’t think anyone can take Cynthia’s place. What she will be getting is a good governess. I believe my lovely and efficient sister may have found one already”. He closed his eyes signaling that he did not want to be interrupted any more till they reached their destination. “Rose does need a mother.” he thought. He recalled Anne’s letter which had reached him in Paris . She had pretty much said the same thing and had even hinted that she knew someone eligible. “Can’t a man even mourn for a while” he thought slipping into sleep, Cynthia’s smile the last thought in his head as he drifted off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:07:38</strong>
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				Minutes seem to pass and through the heavy wooden door no sound seemed to be coming forth. She was about to knock again louder than the previous attempt when she heard a sudden scream of what she thought was childhood rebellion. The demanding and yet refusing voice at the same time seemed to be female.<br><br>"No I do NOT want to eat any more vegetables! I WANT to see my Daddy NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"<br><br>Isabella herself winced as even the sound absorbing wood could not deal with the pitch of the female that held that voice. There were heavy foot steps that sounded a little too close together to be a adults and then the slam of a door she wagered as suddenly a scowling face opened the large doors and Isabella jumped slightly in surprise. Her empty hand rose to her chest as she took a calming breath though a pink hue started to touch her golden cheeks in embarrassment<br><br>The person that stared back at her disapprovingly was a white haired maid or perhaps head of the staff as her cold eyes took in Isabella and seem to instantly dismiss her at the same time. Isabella back straightened slightly at the silent implication of her not being worthy enough to even be stood on the front step of this large house. <br><br>Her dark brown hair that reached down to her waist was thankfully hidden beneath the large hood of her cloak and her young face&nbsp; formed into a genuine warm smile. Her green eyes became polite and a few of the golden flecks within the emerald became clear.<br><br>"I am sorry to disturb you as it sounds as if I could not of picked a worse time to arrive but I heard there was a house in the area that was seeking a Governess and....."<br><br>"Come in!"<br><br>The voice was as cold as the eyes of the woman but she held the door open for Isabella to enter and lead her towards a small room at the back of the house. Isabella kept her gaze only on the heavy stones beneath her feet. She was certainly curious about the house itself but she tended to fight that curiosity until she actually gained the position to require knowing her way around the Lord and Lady's home. <br><br>"Wait in here I shall have Lady Cunnigham made aware of your presence."<br><br>The door closed behind her and Isabella found herself in what appeared to be a small den. There was a small desk in the middle of it and a heavy chair. Large curtains hung from the ceiling and dropped to the floor. A small fire burned at the wall opposite her. She placed her suitcase down out of the way so no one would trip up&nbsp; on it as they entered. She looked out the window at the large rolling green and the baring trees in the back ground. <br><br>The heavy door opened again and a small petite female entered. She had a warm smile on her face and seemed more welcoming than the head of staff Isabella had seen before.<br><br>"I have been informed that you are looking for a Governess position?"<br><br>"Yes that I am Lady Cunningham."<br><br>As she spoke she reached into her pocket and pulled out several folded pieces of parchment and though folded they had been carefully looked after and were extremely easy to read even in the dying light of the day. <br><br>"These are my references from all of my previous Governess positions."<br><br>Isabella became silent as she allowed Lady Cunnigham to read them at her leisure."<br><br>"Why did you have to leave your last residence Miss Smithson?"<br><br>"The child became attached to me as I did her and the Mother felt she needed a firmer hand to keep her daughter disciplined."<br><br>There was the sound of another door slamming from just above them. Isabella's head tilted back enough to glance up towards the ceiling.<br><br>"When will Daddy be back?"<br><br>Another howl sounded and then there was the&nbsp; very definite sound of something valuable smashing. Lady Cunnighams eyes narrowed as she sighed quietly. Isabella's references were excellent&nbsp; the only concern she had was her young age and the fact that the previous employers had found her ways a little strange but good governesses were hard to come by. If she proved to be too strange she could very easily be fired.<br><br>"Is that your suitcase?"<br><br>Lady Cunningham indicated her head to the suitcase in the corner as Isabella nodded her head to affirm it.<br><br>"I shall have one of the butlers take it up stairs. Come with me please and I shall introduce you to Rose Cunnigham , your new charge."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:56:22</strong>
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				Andrew and Cynthia were riding together on their estate in York . It was a beautiful morning and the air seemed to shiver. His wife looked incredibly beautiful, the sun reflecting off her fair skin and hair and her smile seemed radiant. The Duke looked younger, more carefree and he smiled back at Cynthia as they rode together. They both loved horses and they rode almost every morning on the estate. “Watch out for the low hedge, my dear” called out Andrew and he felt someone shaking his shoulder. He let out a groan and opened his eyes to see Henry standing in front of him with a worried look on his face. “Say sport, are you okay? You were talking to yourself there in your sleep”.<br>&nbsp;<br>Andrew shook his head to clear the last vestiges of the dream away and he looked out of the window. This was a recurring dream and he knew it wasn’t too healthy. He would have to find a way to get over Cynthia, for the sake of his sanity and for his daughter’s sake. She would get over her loss only if he did. He wondered who Anne had in mind as a potential bride and he brushed the thought away as soon as it entered his head. In his current state, it was impossible to think of another woman.<br>&nbsp;<br>The train pulled into the Terminus they alighted. Andrew and Charles walked outside to find his carriage waiting outside. He parted ways with Charles who was going to spend some time in the city and he stepped into his carriage and leaned back. His carriage driver Hastings had been with the family for more than a quarter of a century and he raised his had to the Duke. “Trust things are well at the estate, Hastings ” the Duke smiled and asked. “Has Nazira foaled yet?” Nazira was his favorite Arab mare and he was looking forward to seeing her almost as much as Rose. “Yes, my Lord. A week ago. She should be fit for riding in about 4 weeks.”. Andrew smiled and relaxed as the carriage made its way to his estate in York at a fast clip. <br>&nbsp;<br>The carriage pulled into his estate and Andrew leaned out to admire the view. He could never tire of gazing at his property which had been left to him by an illustrious line of ancestors. The weather was gltoomy and overcast and threatening to rain. His face broke out into a small grin- it was good to be back home. <br><br><br>He reached the main doors and alighted as the servants scurried around him. He eventually made his way to his room after talking to a few of them and he started undressing himself as soon as the door was closed. He took the coat off his broad shoulders and then he unbuttoned the waistcoat and took it off. He made his way to the ornate bathroom and started unbuttoning his shirt while looking at the mirror. He ran his hand over his rough stubble and he noticed a wrinkle or two under his eyes that were not there before. “You really need a shave to look like the Duke of York, Andrew” he thought as he took off his shirt and looked at his lean, hard and muscular chest. There was not an ounce of fat anywhere. Men in his position usually indulged in a lot of sporting activities and the Duke was particularly good at boxing. Some considered it to be a commoner’s sport but the Duke didn’t care for such etiquette. He undressed himself completely and sank into the warm bath that had been prepared for him and relaxed for a while as he ran the soap all over his body. He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was almost time for dinner. He quickly rinsed himself off and stepped out to find his butler waiting outside with his dinner clothes ready.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He dressed himself in a white silk shirt and charcoal black trousers that fit him well. He wore an elegant dinner jacket on top of it and stepped out and made his way towards the dining room. His first dinner at home in weeks and he was looking forward to it. But before that, he wanted to meet his sister Anne. He stopped one of the maids in the passage way and asked her where his sister was and he was informed that she was interviewing a governess in the den off the drawing room. He turned and made his way towards the den, hoping to find them both still in there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:46:03</strong>
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				Lady Cunningham opened the door for them to leave when Isabella noticed the sudden dashing of the staff around the hall way as if something important had or was just about to happen. <br><br>"Lord Cunnigham must be home if you could wait here a moment I shall go get him and see if he has the time to meet you and confirm himself whether you are to stay or go as it is his child you shall be caring for."<br><br>Isabella had not realized at all that she was actually in the house of the Duke of York. She had worked for Lords and Ladies before but none that equalled his rank in society and nor did she realize now who he was. She had actually expected Lady CUnningham to have been the child mothers but obviously that was not the case. <br><br>She nodded her head slightly and returned to the small room , she could hear the dashing calm down as suddenly as it had started. She relaxed slightly and pulled the hood of her cloak down. As she did so the mane of curly hair fell like a waterfall to her waist in gentle waves and a large curl fell over one of her green eyes until she pulled it back behind one ear. <br><br>She felt a mass of nerves gather in her stomach as she had a harder time talking to newly met men than she did women as she could not always maintain the female discipline that was so often required when she was not working for them or when it was her day off another reason for her being released from her previous job. <br><br>She pulled her cloak tighter around herself to show she had not grown too comfortable in the absence of the Lady of the house.&nbsp; Her golden skin seemed brighter as she moved towards the fire while the light dimmed even further in the small room. Her skin colour was quite rare for the time due to her activities outside with those under her care. <br><br>The cloak hid her body from any raoming eye of the male staff that passed and gave her a rather bulky appearance. A benefit of the cloak that aided her on a regular basis. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 23:05:38</strong>
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				The Duke walked briskly down the hall and his eyes inspected the house as he made his way towards the den. It was spick and span and he was relieved to see it wasn’t falling to pieces now that his wife was not here any more. I must pass along my compliments to Mrs. Higgins, he thought as his long legs quickly marched through the maze of hallways.<br><br>The house staff seemed to be on their feet and he nodded politely at them as he made his way to the den. It did feel good to be back home and within familiar walls surrounded by people who admired him and looked up to him. <br><br>He made his way through the drawing room when the door of the den opened and Anne stepped out. He walked towards her and took her hands in hers when she was nearby and kissed her cheek. “How are you, my dear. I hope Rose hasn’t been too bothersome. I can’t thank you enough for moving in here for a few weeks. I know the Count has been missing you”<br><br>Anne laughed and linked her hand in his and led him to the den. “Rose has been a darling.. when she is in the mood and a brat otherwise. But I think I have found the perfect governess for her..” she said and opened the door and Andrew stepped in and saw Isabella for the first time. His first thought was she looked rather pretty. She had a tanned skin which was rare among noble women and it suited her very well. His second instinctive male thought was that she looked rather shapeless under that cloak. Carrying excess weight probably, he thought and turned to face Anne, his face puzzled.<br><br>He had been expecting to see an elderly matron and the girl before him was clearly anything but that. “You did say you were interviewing the governess in here, didn’t you?” he asked and raised an eyebrow before looking at Isabella again. “And who is this young lady?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 23:24:07</strong>
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				His brief glimpse at her gave her enough thoughts that this was one man she would not be able to be honest in front of. His eyes roamed the room inspecting it for anything that may be out of place and his demeanor suggested he liked to be in control.&nbsp; He was quite attractive but that was as far as her physical assessment went. <br><br>She felt herself inwardly deflate slightly as she heard his comment to Lady Cunningham about her interviewing the Governess in here obviously not expecting her to be it.&nbsp; She highly doubted then that he would take her seriously as he seemed to also expect the normal someone similar to the head of staff perhaps. The way he spoke to her made her feel as if she was about ten years old rather than almost twenty one.<br><br>"This young lady is Isabella Smithson and not too long ago the new governess for your daughter Rose. Though I shall understand if you feel more comfortable in waiting for someone more suitable to be found."<br><br>As she spoke she noticed Lady Cunningham attempting to slip the references between his fingers.<br><br>"You should read these before you decide on anything Andrew. She may look as if she has only just left school but she is highly recommended apart from her teaching methods are a little unique. "<br><br>Her voice dropped ever so slightly as she tried to speak to her brother without Isabella or any passing staff listening.<br><br>"I think she may do Rose well. Mrs Higgins can not look after her and the house all the time and I doubt any one near her age could cope with her activities either nor her current mood swings. It is also quite clear that she has cared for those she has looked after before. She may make a wonderful aid for Rose to adjust to having a new mother for when you start courting again."<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 20:08:54</strong>
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				The Duke’s eyebrows arched in surprise when Isabella said she was the new governess. Never judge a book by its cover, he thought as he listened to her words. He noticed her voice, her diction and her composed face and knew that she had had a good upbringing. It was also obvious that she had run into rough times looking at the wistful expression on her face.<br><br>He took the references from his sister and sat down in one of the chairs and looked closely at them. She was indeed qualified for this position, even more so than other governesses twice her age. He looked up at her again appraisingly and noticed he hair for the first time. It looked as lovely as a waterfall cascading down a hillside. <br><br>He shot an annoyed look at Anne as she spoke about courting again. Courting was the last thing on his mind at the moment though the rational side of his mind knew that he could not out it away for long. “Let’s talk about that later, Anne” he said in a low voice and turned his attention back to Isabella.<br><br>“It looks like I spoke in haste, Miss Smithson. I doubt if we would find another one more suitable for this position than yourself. You are hired, of course and I have faith that you will take good care of my daughter. She is a little impetuous, but nothing that you haven’t already seen before” he said his face finally breaking out into a smile. He was relieved and it showed in his usually impassive face. <br><br>He turned to his sister. “I expect Mrs. Higgins will find suitable accommodations for Miss Smithson close to Rose’s room and nursery.”. Anne nodded and said with a smile“I already have a room in mind, my dear. Mrs Higgins and I will take care of it.”<br><br>The Duke smiled at her and his searching eyes turned to Isabella again. He noticed her tanned skin again and the way her cloak was wrapped around her. “In this house, cloaks and coats are left in the closet when indoors, Miss Smithson” he said in a casual voice. “And you will be joining us for supper tonight I presume? Unless you have had a tiring day and wish to retire to bed early”. He leaned back into the chair and stretched his legs out and watched her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 20:27:21</strong>
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				Though Isabella had seen Anne's lips move she did not eavesdrop in fact she spoke loudly within her own mind and kept her gaze away from the pair until it was quite obvious he was about to refer to her again. Her green eyes came up to meet his gaze without hesitation nor with the normal nervousness some people felt when looking on those ranked higher in society than themselves.<br><br>"I am used to people making such generalized assumptions when they look upon me. It have given me the chance to develop a thick skin and that certainly helps with impetuous children."<br><br>She watched him intently as he appeared to relax finally and a smile touched his lips which suited him far better than the dour look of before. <br><br>"I shall remove it before I make my way to the room that is planned for me and if you have only returned I would rather be exempt from supper this evening. I have had a rather tiring day and would like to get settled."<br><br>She decided not to mention that she thought it would be wiser for the Lord to spend a supper with his daughter without a stranger present seen as she had heard the cries of her earlier and the ease of seeing the parent first would in all likely hood help her take to Isabella easier when she was not so emotionally worked up&nbsp; but she had learned her place before and knew when to suggest and when not to. She would have to relearn those lines all over again with him as each family was different. She found it nice though that he gave her the option to attend or remain out of sight.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 20:49:49</strong>
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				His dark blue eyes were locked on to her green ones as she spoke and he nodded after she finished. “A thick skin most certainly helps. I know because I have one.” He said and laughed. “And as for generalized assumptions, I guess looks can be deceptive. Please accept my apologies” he said. <br><br>He was a little disappointed when she said she would like to be excused from dinner. He had been looking forward to his own version of the interview, but it looked like it would have to wait until tomorrow. She aroused his curious side and he wanted to get to know the real her and not just through references. “Very well. In that case, I shall expect you to be present for breakfast tomorrow morning. Anne will show you to your room.”<br><br>He nodded and smiled at Anne and walked towards the door and stepped out in search of Rose. He found her in the piano room and his face lit up when she came running and flung herself on him and babbled in an excited voice. “Mrs Higgins says I have a new governess, Father, but I am not supposed to like her. She is not a good person and she is going to teach me numbers which I don’t like”. <br><br>He picked her up in his arms though his face clouded a little bit when he realized what Mrs Higgins was up to. “No, my dear. I have met Miss Smithson and she is a very nice lady and she will be a perfect companion for you. I’ll ask her not to start off on numbers right away” he said with a smile. His daughter was a replica of his wife and his face misted a little bit and took on a faraway expression for a second before returning to normal. “How hungry is my little princess” he asked with a grin and carried her out towards the dining hall.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:07:00</strong>
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				Isabella nodded her head slightly and curtsied as the Lord of the house left the room. She automatically reached down to pick up her suitcase before&nbsp; Lady Anne Cunningham reminded her that the butler would have it brought up to her room. She left the suitcase where it was placed and followed the Lady to the small cloak room. <br><br>She looked about a moment before finally starting to remove the heavy cloak. She was wearing simple traveling garb underneath. A warm pair of heavy black trousers, a thick tan belt hooked around the waist and a heavy white blouse. A light tan jacket was beneath the robe and she placed that under her cloak on one of the empty hooks.&nbsp; Despite the thick and heavy attire her frame was not as heavy set as may have been expected. In fact she had a medium frame and little excess fat to her. Just enough to give her feminine curves but as Lady Cunningham looked at her from the side she could not help but notice the young woman had been gifted with a heavy set of breasts.<br><br>It was as she left the cloak room that Isabella started to take notice of her current residence and took in the wealth that obviously was needed to keep this home and it's staff. <br><br>She followed Lady Anne quietly though she nodded her head in greeting to the other members ot staff that passed her even to Mrs Higgins even though she did not return the kind gesture. <br><br>"Thank you for suggesting he gave me the chance to prove I am capable to do this."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:28:34</strong>
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				Andrew carried Rose through the house and reached the dining hall. It was fully lit and looked grand as was the custom when he was home. He nodded at his butler and he was about to sit down when he realized that his sister was here and it would be improper to commence dinner without her.<br><br>“Let’s go find your aunt Anne” he said and picked up Rose again who made a small face. “But I am hungry” she said in a small voice and he patted her back. “We will be back soon” he said and left the dining room in search of Anne. <br><br>They must be in the east wing, he thought as he made his way towards his daughter’s room. There was a bedroom three doors away from Rose’s and he was sure Anne would be putting up Miss Smithson there. <br><br>As he rounded a hallway, he nearly ran into someone coming from the opposite side. It was Miss Smithson with Anne a step away to the side. His view had been blocked by Rose and his arm ploughed into hers before he regained his balance and pulled back. <br><br>“Excuse me” he said his face flushing for a second before regaining his composure. His eyes widened just a little bit as the sight of Isabella without her cloak. She looked even younger now that she was free of the cloak and his eyes told him she had a shapely figure under her shapeless outfit. <br><br>The fullness of her breasts was apparent even now and he forced himself to look away from her and turned towards his sister. “Join us for dinner as soon as Miss Smithson has settled in” he said and turned to face Isabella again. “And this is your little charge. Miss Rose. My princess and my life” he said with a smile. “Say hello to Miss Smithson, Rose” he said, but Rose had buried her face in his shoulder and refused to look at Isabella. “Come on now, you know what I told you about manners” he cajoled her and Rose reluctantly turned and faced Isabella. “Hello, Miss Smithson” she said in a small voice and looked down at the floor. I’ll have to deal with Mrs Higgins, the Duke thought rather angrily though it did not show on his face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:44:23</strong>
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				Isabella was unable to stop the impact of the pair as she had her attention on Lady Anne though she nodded her head slightly once she had rubbed her caught arm.&nbsp; Her gaze settled onto the youngster in his arms and she smiled warmly, her gaze seemed to change as it focused on the girl. The green turned to almost mossy while her face radiated warmth. <br><br>"It was a accident Sir, thank you for apologizing."<br><br>As she waited patiently for Rose to turn to her she showed she was in certainly no rush to have to gain the affection or trust of the child. She had grown used to such reluctance and she knew it would naturally take time completely unaware of Mrs Higgin's involvement. <br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Rose."<br><br>She nodded her head slightly in a formal greeting to her.<br><br>"I hear that you have been the Lady of the house Miss Rose and I see you have been taking good care of everything while your father has been away."<br><br>She was not sure on how long he had been away but the sound of frustration in the child's voice from earlier suggested it had bee at least a few days.<br><br>"Though I am sure you are very hungry by now and I shall not keep you any longer. I shall see you in the miorning Miss Rose I am sure you have much to tell your father."<br><br>She was not sure if her normal tactic would work but it was what she currently knew and if it did not she would know for the morning. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:01:45</strong>
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				Andrew nodded at Isabella politely, his face back to its usual calm self. His male mind wondered if Isabella would have been just as understanding if his arm had run into her breasts instead of her arm. Probably not, she looks like she had never been touched before; his mind told him before he banished that thought from his head. You should find a mistress soon so that you can stop thinking about your daughter’s new governess in that manner, he told himself.<br><br>He noticed the way Isabella spoke to Rose. Her voice was calm and soothing and he was pleased to see a small change come over Rose’s face. The child probably realized that Miss Smithson was a nice enough lady and not the monster that her mind and Mrs Higgins’s thoughts had made her out to be. <br><br>“Yes I did take care of everything. My doll house is spic and span and I changed the clothes of all my dollies this morning” she said in a proud voice and smiled at her father who smiled back. It did look like Miss Smithson’s tactic would work after all. <br><br>“We’ll be in the dining room” he said and nodded at the two ladies, his eyes lingering on Isabella for a second more than necessary before making his way back towards the dining hall. Her eyes are nice, he thought; an unusual shade of green. He had noticed her traveling clothes which seemed more focused on being practical rather than fashionable. I am sure she has other nicer dresses, he thought, wondering why he was even speculating about what she would wear tomorrow. Hmm, Anne will probably get her something nice to wear if she does not have anything appropriate.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:31:14</strong>
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				"Have a good evening."<br><br>She nodded as he turned and walked away to take Miss Rose to supper. For a moment she thought his look had lingered on her for a second longer than required but perhaps she had simply been imagining it. She turned her attention back to Lady Anne.<br><br>"I do not wish to keep you from joining your family Lady Cunningham if you just point me to my room I shall find my own way."<br><br>Lady Cunningham was eager to discuss matters with her brother and pointed to a room about two doors away from them.<br><br>"That is your room and that room is Rose's three doors down. Have a good evening. "<br><br>She quickly turned and made her way towards the dining room ready to see how business had gone and more importantly when Rose had been put to bed discuss when her brother would meet her suitable friend. <br><br>"Have a good evening Isabella stated before she moved to her own room. As she opened the door and stepped in she sighed with relief as she felt like she breathed for the first time. The door closed behind her silently and she reached for a light. The lit filled the room enough to show that she had a very comfortable room. It was a small room, with a single bed though the mattress appeared to be thick and comfortable/ A small door lead of from the room which she found led to a small bathroom that contained a toilet, large heavy metal tub and a sink.<br><br>The walls of her room were a dark cream that went well with the dark green curtains. A fire was already burning and the heat easily filled it. A sharp knock sounded at the door and the butler walked in leaving the suitcase beside the wall. <br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>"You are very welcome Miss Smithson."<br><br>The old man responded before leaving her to rest and prepare for the morning. She started to empty the small suitcase of clothes and hung the few dresses in the wardrobe as well as the blouses and trousers. There was only one dress that could possibly be suitable for anything beyond her governess role but she doubted it would be needed. None the less she hung it at the back and closed the doors. <br><br>She then emptied the books and placed them on a small shelf. She enjoyed the peace and quiet that surrounded her except the crackles from the fire. She began to mentally prepare for tomorrow with Rose.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:13:18</strong>
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				Andrew made his way back to the dining room with Rose in his arms. His daughter seemed a lot more cheerful now and he guessed meeting her new governess had something to do with it. “Miss Smithson has pretty hair” she giggled and said. “And you did promise that she won’t make me do the numbers tomorrow. I will show her my dollies tomorrow and we shall dress them up”. She prattled on endlessly until Anne caught up with them.<br><br>“So did you like Miss Smithson?” Anne asked Rose with a smile on her face. Rose giggled again and said. “She seemed nice”. Her small face became serious. “But will she like me?” she asked in an uncertain voice as they reached the dining hall and took their places. <br><br>“Of course she will. You are the sweetest child in the whole world” Andrew assured her as the staff served them. He faced his sister and said. “Thank you. I think you made a good decision.”. Anne waved her hand in the air. “It was our good luck that she walked in when she did. Mrs. Higgins does not seem too pleased though.”<br><br>“Well, she has been in this house for 40 years and change does not sit easily with her. Besides she was Cynthia’s nanny remember?” Andrew said. He was famished and so was Rose, so they got through the meal very quickly while the Duke updated his sister on his travels.<br><br>“Does Miss Smithson have everything that she needs? She looked like she was traveling very light” he said while they were finishing dessert. “I’ll check in on her again before retiring to bed” Anne said and debated whether to broach the topic of courtship. “Did you think about what I had proposed before?” she asked hesitantly. “A meeting with my friend Olivia who..”. Andrew cut her off mid way. “Now is not the time to discuss that” he said firmly with a glance at Rose. His mind wandered towards Isabella again and his arm still seemed warm in the place where it had touched her. He needed a woman and Rose needed a mother, but who…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:30:38</strong>
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				On further investigation of her new room Isabella had found a large piece of parchment along with a inkwell and quill. She smiled faintly at the odd items but she found some pleasure in the older style writing pens. Perhaps it had left behind by a previous governess but how ever it got there it was certainly going to be useful.<br><br>She settled herself down on the bed with a book beneath the paper and began to write a list of questions she would need answering to make her proper introduction to Rose easier and learn what current rules she actually had to stand by and her daily routine. <br><br><em>What time is she to be roused from bed?<br>What time does she have to be ready for breakfast?<br>What are her favorite lessons?<br>What are her least favorite lessons?<br>Does she like animals?<br>If so any kind in particular?<br>Any kind she has a fear of?<br>What time does she have lunch?<br>What time does she have tea? <br>What time/s does she spend with her father?<br>What time does she go to bed? <br>What are the current house rules?</em><br><br>She felt the questions would be enough for now. Though she had asked these questions repeatedly she always wrote them down before approaching the new family as it changed slightly depending on each family and how they reacted to her. Rose despite her initial reluctance seemed to warm up to Isabella but she knew times would be rather difficult with the young girl. She seemed to not carry much of her father in her until she smiled so she could only assume she was a lot like her mother. She would ask these questions after breakfast and once Rose was out of hearing range. <br><br>The house fell nice and quiet as she washed and got ready for bed. She slipped into a long white night gown , she pulled her sheets down and tidied the little mess she had made. She looked forward to the following morning. <br><br>It was just as she was about to actually get into bed that she thought she heard a faint knock on the door. Sighing slightly at her delaying to her bed she opened the door by only half a inch. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:55:29</strong>
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				The three of them finished their dinner and got up from the table. Rose was already starting to fall asleep on her feet and the Duke summoned the maid and asked her to put her to bed. <br><br>“Sleep well, my dear. We have lots of things to do tomorrow” he kissed her and said before handing her to the maid. <br><br>“I don’t remember when was the last time she went to bed this early. Not since her mother passed away” the Duke said and walked with Anne towards the drawing room. “I would have liked us to have a drink together, but I feel as tired as Rose” he smiled and said and linked his arm in hers. “It’s good to be back home.” <br><br>“I know, you have a good nights sleep. You deserve it. I’ll check on Miss Smithson before going to bed” she said and bade him good night.<br><br>Andrew made his way back to his room and stepped in and took a deep breath. This was the biggest room in the house and it had been decorated tastefully by his wife. She seemed present in nearly everything, the paintings, the tapestries, the chandelier.. <br><br>His mind wandered towards Isabella again and he recalled the sight of her full breasts and he imagined what she would look like in a tight fitting dress as he took off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt standing in front of the mirror. <br><br>The shirt came off to reveal his hard, muscular chest which was a result of genes and training. His eyes caught the small scar on his chest which was a result of losing concentration in a duel. <br><br>He then removed his trousers and stood naked in front of the mirror and looked at himself critically. Need to start boxing training again, he thought and debated whether to change into pajamas. He decided against it and slipped naked into bed and drew the covers on top of his body and let out a sigh as his body sunk into the soft mattress. Tomorrow was indeed going to be a long day, he thought as his mind drifted before settling on Isabella again. Why am I thinking of her and not Olivia, he wondered..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 22:18:52</strong>
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				Isabella stared at Lady Cunningham a moment slightly surprised to see her again so soon but she stepped further back into the room to allow her in. <br><br>"Sorry to disturb you Miss Smithson but I was just wondering if you needed anything?"<br><br>Isabella shook her head slightly though firmly as she looked over the Lady's elegant clothing that out all of hers together to shame. <br><br>"No I have everything that I need for now. I may need to make a trip into the nearest village on my first day off to get some pieces for my teaching of Miss Rose."<br><br>"If you do not mind could I see what you have brought with you?"<br><br>Isabella raised a eyebrow slightly at the unexpected question but waved her hand about the room to indicate that she could go ahead.<br><br>"I do not have anything to hide."<br><br>Lady Anne smiled at the comment.<br><br>"I am sure you don't but we do have a certain keenness our staffs appearance as often we have business guests attend and would not be suited to see someone in..."<br><br>Isabella finished her sentence.<br><br>.."worn attire? "<br><br>Lady Anne made a quick look at what clothes Isabella had and made a mental note to discuss with her brother what she would need to blend in with the staff while she was here. <br><br>"We shall discuss it further in the morning Miss Smithson I am sure you need to rest. Good night."<br><br>"Good night, sleep well Lady Cunningham."<br><br>Once the door was closed Isabella collapsed back on her bed and closed her eyes. She fought the hot tears that were making their way to her eyes. Not too many years ago she herself would of been in similar attire to Lady Cunningham. Had her father not learned the joys and pains of gambling and not decided to share the pains of that lesson with all of the family. She felt embarrassed for the first time in a long time as she clambered into bed and closed her eyes&nbsp; She wondered for a moment if the Lord of the house had requested Lady Cunningham come to her and that just oddly made her feel worse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 22:58:01</strong>
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				The Duke’s mind slowly drifted to sleep and his hand slowly rubbed his chest. He was used to having his wife on his shoulder and he was missing her warmth more than ever tonight.<br><br>He wondered what Isabella would look like in a silk nightdress. He had a feeling it would suit her perfectly and he imagined his hands unbuttoning her shirt. He stirred and a part of his mind felt guilty about the thoughts that he was having but his male instincts and need won the struggle in the end. <br><br>He had not touched a woman since his wife passed away and he was not too surprised that he was entertaining such thoughts about Isabella. In his mind he slowly parting her robe, revealing the curve of her breasts inch by inch. <br><br>His hand reached down over his stomach, and pelvis and curled around his penis which was hard and erect. He let out a sigh as he gripped it. He had not done this in a long time and the intense arousal felt like it was torture as much as pleasure. <br><br>He stroked it slowly while parting her robe in his mind and he quickened the pace when her nipple was finally revealed. He groaned and stroked harder and harder and rubbed the head until he was close to the edge and he exploded just after he had kissed her lips. <br><br>His whole body was shaking and drenched in sweat and his heart was beating fast, but he was at peace now though the guilt did return. You had better be nice to her tomorrow for this, he told himself as he finally drifted off to sleep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:20:00</strong>
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				Despite the tiredness that had followed Isabella through the day, the meeting with Lady Cunningham had woke her up wildly so. At first she attempted to read, and then she attempted to plan for tomorrow as that often made her sleepy when she had , had a long journey. Though it seemed the woman had managed to push even those lulling thoughts away. <br><br>She rolled over onto her back as she stared at the ceiling. She slowly started to pull her night gown up until it settled around her waist. She propped her knees ups by her feet and began to stroke her fingers gently along the tips of her lips. Her breathing slowly increased, as the rubbing became stronger and she added her index finger to rub lightly in small circles against her clitoris. At first she imagined a fictional man in her day dream. He was tall and she imagined muscular beneath the heavy coat and trousers he was wearing. She could practically smell the smell of freshly cut grass as the man approached her. He stroked her hair back from her shoulder and lifted her chin up to bring his lips firmly against hers. Her hands slipped to the shirt that kept him from sight but as she popped open the buttons the image changed slightly and the man seemed to start baring a resemblance to the Lord of the house. <br><br>She shook her head slightly and briefly paused her hand where by now she had slipped one finger into herself, the tip of it coated in her moisture. She shook her head slightly and went back to her day dream the man having returned to his fictional beginning.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her hands could feel his warm skin of his chest while she could feel his hand slip under her heavy cloak. As he gaze settled on the mans face once more the face looking back at her was once more Lord Andrews.<br><br>She quickly whipped her hand away from herself and shoved her night gown down along her legs and pulled the covers back over her. She had never imagined any of her previous employers and she was not going to start now. After she chastised herself deeply she finally managed to settle to sleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:36:03</strong>
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				The intense release had tired him a lot more than he had imagined and he drifted off to sleep in a few minutes, but not before admonishing himself for picturing the young governess like that. She doesn’t even look like she has been touched by a man before, he thought and that was his final thought before he fell asleep.<br><br>He stirred and opened his eyes just after day break. For a second he could not recall where he was and then he relaxed when he realized it was his own bed. He got up and walked towards the window and pulled back the curtain as inch and looked outside. It was a cool morning and great weather for riding. He and Rose would go riding, he decided. And Anne and Isabella as well if they wanted to, though he secretly hoped his sister had other engagements.<br><br>He went into the ornate bathroom and ran water into the marble bathtub and settled in once it was full. He washed himself slowly from head to foot, letting the hot water relax him. His mind went back to what he had done last night and he felt the beginning of an erection again though he was able to control it this time. He wondered what Isabella would be wearing this morning as he stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. He would wear his riding clothes right away, he decided and made his way to the wardrobe.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:50:56</strong>
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				Despite the bad beginning to her night Isabella had managed to sleep deep and soundly through out the night. She could not remember her dreams but the heat between her legs suggested her mind had completed what she could not last night. She rose from her bed quickly to pull back the curtain and view the time of day. It was just day break. She opened the window ever so slightly and allowed the dew filled grass scent to fill her room as she started to get ready for the long day ahead. She wondered whether the Lord of the house would be present for much or little of the day. She filled the heavy tub with warm water while she stripped off the night gown then quickly washed herself from head to toe. She quickly dried herself and taking a long dark gold ribbon she brushed and firmly plaited her hair. <br><br>She opened her wardrobe after she had dressed in her simple under wear and glanced at her clothing. The previous nights embarrassment returned but she picked up a simple long dark green skirt and a pale cream blouse to wear.&nbsp; It was then that she moved to a small drawer and pulled out a large roll of what looked to be clean bandages. She started to wrap them around her breasts until they flattened them enough that if she had to run she could do so without causing herself pain. Though the bandages managed to flattened her breasts quite a amount it was still quite clear that she was large breasted. She pulled on the pale cream blouse fastening it up to her neck and then the dark green skirt that seemed to cinch her waist slightly. The skirt came down to just above her feet where moments later she pulled on a pair of tights and her practical shoes. <br><br>She gave herself one check in the mirror to be sure she looked suitable before going to Miss Rose's room and getting her ready. The child was already up and bouncing on her bed when Isabella knocked and entered. The girl seemed to be in good spirits today and Isabella was thankful for that. <br><br>"Good morning Miss Rose I hope you had a good nights sleep."<br><br>She spoke calmly as she moved about the room giving it a quick tidy before she moved to the child own bathroom that was bigger than her own and started to fil the tub with water. Rose jumped from the bed witha squeal before running into the bathroom.<br><br>"Am I going to have breakfast with Daddy this morning/"<br><br>"That you you are Miss Rose and so you should dress extra pretty for him do you not think?"<br><br>The young girl smiled prettily and Isabella could already feel the slight tug of affection to the girl. Within twenty minutes she was also washed and dressed, placing her tiny hand in Isabella's the pair made their way down stairs for breakfast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 11:45:59</strong>
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				The Duke opened the wardrobe and had a look at the dazzling array of clothes in front of him. There were clothes suitable for every occasion- balls, royal visits, business trips, hunting, riding, evening wear and casuals. He was not too particular about what he wore as long as it suited the occasion. <br><br>He picked a pair of tan riding breeches, a crisp white shirt with a long collar and black leather boots. He debated whether to wear a riding jacket and decided to dispense with it. The air was crisp and cool outside but not too cold. He put on a pair of long tight underpants and then dressed himself slowly. <br><br>The clothes showed off his muscular physique perfectly and he radiated vitality as he looked at himself in the mirror. He once again wondered what Isabella would be wearing. He was pretty sure it would be a long skirt, so she would have to go back and dress herself in an attire suitable for riding. <br><br>She could always borrow some of Cynthia’s old riding outfits, some of which were never used before, he thought as he made his way to the dining hall. He nodded at the staff as he passed through the halls and reached the dining room. He picked up the newspaper that the butler offered and he made his way to the window and read the headlines. <br><br>The sunlight showed off his strong face and jawline clearly and he looked at his watch. Rose and Isabella and probably Anne should be reaching any minute now, he thought and a small thrill of excitement shot through his body when he remembered last night’s incident. Stop behaving like a school boy, he admonished himself. He looked up as the door opened and his face broke out into a smile when he saw Rose and Isabella right behind her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 12:29:00</strong>
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				As they neared what Rose informed her was the door that lead to the breakfast room she released Rose's hand as she had started to tug and simply followed her in. She briefly gave the father and daughter a moment of privacy as much as she could by averting her gaze to the window and looked out to the surrounding countryside. <br><br>After a few minutes she walked towards the table where Rose had practically flew to and her father was sitting at. She smiled warmly in greeting before bowiing her head in the staffs formal greeting. <br><br>"Good morning Lord Cunningham. I hope you slept well."<br><br>As she heard the door open again Isabella stepped to the side near one wall to be out of the way. Asshe did so her gaze fell on Lord Cunningham and she noted his dress. It looked like he at least would spend some of his time riding today. She felt herself smile at the idea though kept her face neutral and tried to shake away the image of the way his clothes clung to him in a similar fashion to how the shirt had last night in her dream which led her to remembering how the dream had shifted. A low blush touched her cheeks as she heard Lady Cunningham's voice&nbsp; greet the family.<br><br>"Good morning brother, good morning Rose."<br><br>Lady Cunningham bent down to brush a light kiss to Rose's forehead before sitting herself down as well. Isabella remained standing until she knew where she was expected to be. Some families expected her to sit with the family others had her sat in another room and one had her sit at another table. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 12:49:13</strong>
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				The Duke picked up his daughter and lifted her up high when she flung herself in his arms. “Good morning Princess. Did you and your dollies sleep well?” he asked with a smile on his lips. <br><br>“Yes I did, daddy. The owl in the tree outside my tree did not trouble me today. I didn’t hear a hoot” she said as he carried her towards the table and noticed Isabella properly for the first time today.<br><br>His eyes scanned her from head to toe quickly and he was suitably impressed with what he saw. Simple and elegant. She would be setting a good example for his daughter, he thought as he smiled at Isabella. It was also obvious that she was wearing a tight corset&nbsp; or something else under her dress as her breasts did not look as full and shapely as they did yesterday, but they still made their presence felt as she was much more well endowed than most other women he had known.<br><br>“Thank you, Miss Smithson. Yes I did have a good sleep. And I hope you did as well” he said looking in her eyes. The tiredness that was apparent in her eyes was not there this morning and she seemed to have some color in her cheeks. Could that be a blush, he wondered, as he recalled his thoughts just before sleeping yesterday. <br><br>The Duke greeted his sister as she walked in and he kissed her cheek. He sat down at the head of the table, with Anne on his left and Rose on his right. He looked at Isabella and realized she was wondering if she was supposed to join them for breakfast as well. He smiled at her. “Take a seat next to Rose, Miss Smithson. My daughter’s governess is as good as family” he said and his eyes briefly ran over her figure again. Her dress could not hide the shape of her thighs and legs and he quickly averted his eyes before she noticed. “And Rose needs to brush up on her table manners as well” he said with a laugh as Rose picked up a spoon and banged it on the table. He removed the cuffs on his sleeves and rolled the shirt up revealing his long and strong forearms. "You should follow Miss Smithson's instructions" he told Rose with a twinkle in his eye.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 13:00:30</strong>
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				She nodded her head slightly as she moved towards the table , took the empty chair and turned her attention to Miss Rose. She first lifted up a small cloth that had been neatly placed across the plate in front of her and showed Miss Rose how to unfolded the cloth and place it over her lap as ladylike as possible. She herself did not like these lessons but they were by enlarge sought for by parents for their children in particular daughters for then they grew up and were required to be as lady like as possible to catch the attention of a wealthy husband. <br><br>She did not plan on these lessons being drilled into the young girl. Her ways were strange but she had found her ways worked well with the previous children. She allowed them to be children rather than thinking ahead to when she would be all grown up. Though this was her first official day and a lot of her actions would be to wager how the Lord and Lady would react and thus she could learn where she could be flexible and where she would have to be firmer. <br><br>She glanced to Miss Rose who was watching her intently as she laid the cloth across her lap and then followed suite with a happy smile on her face. Isabella smiled in return before briefly letting her gaze come to rest on the Lord and Lady.<br><br>"Do you both have any plans for today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 20:27:17</strong>
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				Andrew watched intently as Isabella taught Rose how to unfold the napkin and place it neatly on her lap. He noticed that she had placed the napkin on her own lap in a rather ladylike fashion, but not without the ultra feminine mannerisms that some women displayed. She seemed a lot more graceful as she had absolutely no airs about her, even in the presence of a Duke.<br><br>He knew that his daughter was in good hands and though he had a feeling her methods may be a little unconventional, her ways of teaching seemed more mother like rather than that of an instructor or a governess.<br><br>He caught her eyes and held it as she looked up and asked if they had any plans for the day. “Actually I do have some plans for the day, Miss Smithson. I was thinking of taking Rose out for riding today. She got her own pony a month ago and she has not gone riding in a while. And I hope the two of you will be able to join me today.” He said and quickly looked up at Anne to check if she was available.<br><br>“I would have loved to go out riding in a lovely weather like this, but I’m afraid I have my correspondence to catch up with, dear brother.” Anne said and smiled at Rose who seemed ready to cry. “Don’t worry Rose darling, I am sure Miss Smithson will accompany you. Do you have any attire suitable for riding Miss Smithson?” she asked in&nbsp; a kind voice. “If you did not bring any with you, I can arrange to have one kept ready for you.”. <br><br>Andrew turned to look at Isabella again and thoughts of seeing her in a riding outfit which would show off the shape of her legs briefly filled his mind. His daughter’s pleading voice broke his thoughts “Please Miss Smithson. Please say you will go riding with me.” Rose said looking beseechingly at Isabella. She seems to have taken a great liking to her already, the Duke thought.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 20:59:55</strong>
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				Isabella had returned her attention briefly back to Miss Rose even though she was listening clearly to the conversation between the Lord of the house and Lady Cunningham. She herself could not remember the last time she had gone riding. It had been a long time ago and she though there was a vague memory of it being during a time of when her father had money and not debts. She had longed to go riding and felt a wave of excitement wash over her but then she could feel the intense gazes of all three family members staring at her. Her tongue for a moment seemed to get clogged in her throat she reached for the elegant glasses that were already filled with water to clear the blockage before answering to the three in turn. <br><br>Her green gaze settled on Lord and Lady Cunningham equally as she addressed both their questions in the same breath as she placed the glass back down on the table.<br><br>"I would be more than delighted to join you and Miss Rose for riding Sir and I do have some clothing that would be suitable for riding they are not riding clothes of themselves."<br><br>Her warm gaze then turned on Miss Rose who's eyes had already gained a faint line of impending tears to which Isabella reached out and gently stroked the tip of her thumb along to stop the tears showing.<br><br>"I shall come riding with you of course Miss Rose though I do have one condition...."<br><br>Her tone had turned light and playful by the end of the sentence even though Miss Rose's eyes clouded in concern.<br><br>"What condition?"<br><br>"That you help me pick out the horse for me to ride?"<br><br>Miss Rose's face instantly cleared like the sun burning away the clouds and gave a brief gleeful shriek of pleasure as she nodded her head repeatedly. With that matter settled at least for Isabella she began to serve Miss Rose the food she requested from the table and helped her when she needed it but in the majority she watched the little girl to see what she could handle herself and what she needed help with. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 22:05:29</strong>
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				The Duke exchanged a quick look with his sister and nodded his head imperceptibly signaling his approval. Anne had made a good choice in selecting Isabella and it was becoming obvious with every passing minute that she and Rose would get along very well. In fact, Rose seemed rather attached to her already and he wasn’t sure if that was such a good thing. He wouldn’t want his little daughter heart broken in case Isabella had to leave suddenly for some reason. More reason to ensure she stays, he told himself as he helped himself to some pancakes and watched as Isabella served Rose.<br><br>“So that is settled then. We do have a mare that would be perfect for Miss Smithson and I am sure Rose knows which one I am talking about” he said with a smile that matched his daughter’s. <br><br>After a long time, he felt contended and he had a feeling the day would turn out excellently. They finished their breakfast quickly and they all got up once he stood up from his seat. <br><br>“Please change into your riding outfit, or anything else that is suitable, Miss Smithson. And find something for Rose as well. I will meet the two of you in the living room” he said and made his way to his study. There he picked up an ancestral riding whip whose handle was richly decorated with precious stones. He had never whipped any of his horses before, but he was a stickler for tradition. <br><br>He looked at the mirror in the study and his ancestry shone through. The riding breeches and shirt showed off his sculpted body perfectly and he made his way out with a smile on his lips. I wonder if Miss Smithson rides side saddle like the delicate ladies or straight up he wondered as he reached the drawing room. He was looking forward to seeing Rose and he realized he was equally looking forward to seeing Isabella as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 22:26:39</strong>
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				Isabella curtsied as Lord Cunningham left the room and quickly took Miss Rose to her room and quickly changed her from the dress into a dark tan set of riding clothes that suited her well and brought out the gleam in her hair. She tied her hair back into a loose plait so that it did not hurt her head and left her to play in her nursery while she got changed herself. <br><br>Isabella stared at her rather bare wardrobe but settled on&nbsp; a pair of practical walking trousers that were dark grey in colour and clung to her legs and thighs a little more than she would wish they did. She changed the cream blouse for a white one and a dark grey long sleeved out doors jacket. The out fit did not match entirely but the colours meshed together nicely enough that she was not going to look like a idiot. She made sure the bandages were still bound tightly while the jacket could not be fully fastened at the front, she could only clasp the buttons together until her bust got in the waya nd the jaclket only seemed to but them more on display despite her covered flesh.<br><br>She was not entirely satisfied but the out fit would do. She quickly collected Miss Rose from her nursey and the two talked about Miss Rose's new pony until they reached the living room where the Lord of the house was waiting for them. Isabella once more kept to the back of the room while Miss Rose ran ahead to her father to show how Isabella had styled her hair similar to her own. <br><br>Isabella watched the family of two and while her eyes kept being drawn to Lord Cunningham her main focus was Miss Rose until she caught the faint glimmer of light reflecting off of something the Lord held. Her breath caught slightly in her throat as she realized it was a riding crop and a cruel looking beast at that. She remembered to breathe when she started to go slightly light headed though she could say nothing about her opinion on such tactics she knew she would be hard put to keep silent should she actually see him swing that thing at a horse. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 20:58:43</strong>
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				Andrew paced restlessly around the drawing room and waited for Isabella and Rose to appear. He was always restless when the womenfolk of his household were away dressing. They always seemed to take a long time. He stopped his train of thoughts for a second. Was he actually considering Isabella to be a part of her household now? Well, considering the way that Rose had taken to her, she would soon be a part of it. <br><br>He could hear the pattering of little feet and Rose ran into the room. The first thing he noticed was her hair which was tied in a plait. He looked beyond her and saw Isabella and he noticed her hair which was tied in a plait as well. His eyes quickly scanned her from head to foot without making it too obvious and he had to admit she looked elegant despite the simple outfit that she had on. Her jacket was stretched tight in front of her accentuating the shape of her bosom and her trousers showed off the shape of her legs. <br><br>He then noticed her eyes and saw that she was looking at his ornamental riding crop. His smile widened and turned into a grin. “Don’t worry, Miss Smithson. This crop has not been used on a horse ever since it came into my possession. I love them way too much to subject them to cruelty. Give them love and they will love you back.” He said led them out towards the main door.<br><br>He left Isabella walk a little ahead of him and his eyes wandered over her long hair, the curve of her back and finally lingered on her bottom for a few seconds. He hadn’t really noticed her bottom before and the trousers showed it off to good effect and swung prettily when she walked. He didn’t want to make his intentions too obvious so he walked along side her as they reached the open ground and made their way towards the stable. “So have you decided which horse Miss Smithson would be riding today, my dear?” he asked Rose and smiled at her. His daughter was in great spirits this morning and so was he and looking at Isabella, she seemed to be enjoying her first full day on the estate as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 21:11:44</strong>
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				Isahella's frozen smiled instantly melted into one of relief as the Lord of the house informed her that the crop was purely used for decorative purposes. She relaxed as she walked ahead of the pair until they caught up with her and she suddenly noticed he was walking at her side. Instinctively she slowed her pace down until she was three steps behind the family which was where she was normally requested to walk should she be walking with the family rather than the child alone. <br><br>She had not been able to not notice the way the riding out fit clung to his frame and revealed how muscular his legs and arms were from behind. It certainly did not help that the trousers clung to his buttocks and despite the jacket she could still see enough to know that he was one of few men she knew that could get her heated by just glancing at his buttocks. The very thought caused her to blushed brightly contrasting with the dark colour of the out fit. <br><br>She smiled as Miss Rose looked up to her father at his question a idea having already formed in her mind as she did not need a second to even contemplate his question. <br><br>"I think she would be suitable with Roaming Star Daddy and she has not been rode for a while only exercised in the yard."<br><br>Isabella raised a eyebrow slightly at the youngsters statement finding it odd for a horse not to be rode especially seen as they whole family seemed to enjoy&nbsp; the out door sport. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 21:35:39</strong>
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				The Duke strode towards the stable, slowing down his usual long strides so that Rose and Isabella could keep up with him. He was blissfully unaware of Isabella’s eyes on him and when he turned to tell her something, he noticed the remnant of her blush.<br><br>“You seem to have some color in your cheeks already Miss Smithson and we haven’t even started riding yet” he said playfully and laughed. He wanted to convey the message that he liked watching her too and he wondered if she would catch on.<br><br>He wasn’t too surprised when Rose suggested that Roaming Star may be suitable for Isabella and he noticed Isabella’s surprised look when she heard that the horse had not been ridden in a while.<br><br>“Roaming Star was her mother’s favorite: he said simply. “And she had not been ridden by anyone in a while. She had the best temperament among all our horses, but we’ll have to see if she takes to you, Miss Smithson” he said and reached the stables. <br><br>A pair of stable boys came running out and stood at attention. “Saddle up Roaming Star for Miss Smithson, Julius for Miss Rose and Nazira for me” he instructed and they bowed and disappeared to bring the horses.<br><br>“Are you an experienced rider, Miss Smithson” he asked with concern in his voice. He didn’t want her thrown off on her first day in his estate. “I will be right beside you in case anything goes awry. Rose will be there too and we’ll stage a grand rescue” he smiled and ruffled his daughter’s hair. Rose will hopping from foot to foot in excitement and he looked at Isabella. <br><br>The cool morning breeze rippled through her hair and he knew that her hair would be streaming out behind her while riding if she hadn’t worn her plait. Maybe the plait may come off later, he thought as the clippety sounds of hooves made their way closer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 21:50:41</strong>
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				She raised a eyebrow slightly at his comment about the colour of her cheeks. She lowered her head a moment though she did not understand his hidden meaning. <br><br>"I am looking forward to riding Sir. The excitement obviously shows more than I thought it would."<br><br>Her eyes narrowed as she heard who the horse had belonged to and shook her head to Miss Rose.<br><br>"Ah Miss Rose I could not do that it would be a little bit strange to be riding your Mothers horse though thank you for the thought it would seem improper..."<br><br>Her voice went silent as the Lord of the house had the three horses ordered to be brought to them. She watched him curiously then approached him while they waited. Her voice dripping to a whisper so Rose could not hear her.<br><br>"I would not wish this outing to be uncomfortable to you nor upsetting to Miss Rose if the horse does take to me and yes I do have experience in horse riding. I used to ride a horse four times a week as a child and five times week in my teenage years."<br><br>Her voice rose again as she saw Miss Rose approaching then while the sound of hoof beats grew closer. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of all three. The pony looked sturdy and had a amazing cream coat mixed with ra red mane and red strands covering the hooves. Roaming Star was a lblack but in the sunlight appeared dark blue while a white patch was on her stomach with a white trail up to her neck. The reason she had been given the name became obvious and admittedly Isabella fell love with her on sight though she loved most animals so it was not that unusual. <br><br>She remained standing next to the Lord until he was certain that the day would not be affected by her riding Roaming Star. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:10:11</strong>
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				The Duke attentively as Isabella said she would not want to make them feel uncomfortable by riding on Rose’s mother’s horse. She had a really mature head for a young woman and he really appreciated this quality in her. <br><br>“It would be more upsetting for Rose if you did not ride on Roaming Star, Miss Smithson. She is just a child and she really does not see the world the way we grownups do. As for me, it’s time for me to move on as well.” He added in a low voice.<br><br>Once they had sorted this he smiled at Isabella. “Now let’s see if you can handle Roaming Star, Miss Smithson” he said with a laugh. “She hasn’t been out in a while and I have a feeling she may be feeling a little feisty. But she has an even&nbsp; temperament and I don’t foresee any problems. <br><br>Rose squealed as the three horses came around the corner led by the stable hands.&nbsp; “Jericho” she shrieked and ran towards her pony and stroked his shoulder. She beamed at Andrew and Isabella as they walked towards their horses.<br><br>Roaming Star did look eager to set off and tossed her head back and forth. His own mare, Nazira, nuzzled her nose into his shoulder. She was completely white with a black patch near her hooves giving her the appearance of wearing shoes. <br><br>The Duke hoisted Rose up and placed her on the saddle. “Here you go, Princess. Now hold on tight” he said as she slipped her feet into the stirrups.<br><br>He then turned to Isabella and smiled at her. “Your turn now, Miss Smithson” he said and offered her his hand so that she could be hoisted up as well. His heart beat a little fast at the thought of touching her and hoisting her up and looking at her expression, he knew that she had similar thoughts as well. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 22:25:14</strong>
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				She watched him intently a moment as he hoisted Miss Rose onto the horse then almost out rightly stared until she remebered her currently place and lwoered her gaze to the floor. <br><br>"Actually if you will not mind waiting I would like to introduce myself to Roaming Star properly. You can go ahead if you wish I am sure I can remember how to mount. "<br><br>Then as quickly as possible she turned her back to him and brought her full attention to Roaming Star, the horse was certainly eager to be moving and she pawed at the ground with her right hoof. Isabella held out her hand to the one that held her reigns and nodded her thanks when the stable boy passed them over with a queer look on his face. <br><br>She realized then that perhaps that would come across as strange to the other staff and the Dukes family but she went by her instinct. She slowly took a step forward to bring her hand against Roaming Star's side to gently groom her with her palm along her dark hair. When she felt satisfied she walked around the other side of the horse and began the same method. <br><br>She began to talk in a soothing tone , relaxed while her hand continued the gentle movements. When she felt Roaming Star start to relax a little she started to walk with her in a circle around the stable boy and a good few feet either side. <br><br>"Aren't you looking wonderful this morning Roaming Star. It is a pleasure to meet you."<br><br>&nbsp;As they walked together her hand gradually worked up to stroke the animals face. It was only when the horse stopped moving to nip her that Isabella walked around to her side once more and with a quiet grunt hoisted herself up onto the horse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:26:13</strong>
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				The Duke had a thoughtful expression on his face after she said she wanted to introduce herself to Roaming Star. He was familiar with the process of bonding with a strange animal, but he was surprised that she was too. Maybe she really is an experienced rider and not one of those women who merely trotted around just for the sake of it.<br><br>He held on to Rose’s pony’s reins as it stamped its hooves eager to be off and watched Isabella’s every move. Roaming Star had become like putty in her hands and he was not surprised at all when she easily hoisted herself up on to the saddle. It had been a while since he had last seen a woman do that without any help and he was suitably impressed which showed in his approving smile.<br><br>His eyes also noticed that her jacket and her blouse rode a few inches up her back revealing her waist and sides for a second before she sat down. Her skin was pale and fair and in complete contrast to the tan on her hands and face. <br><br>She looked beautiful and calm sitting on Roaming Star and the Duke brought the pony closer and patted the mare’s nose. “Good girl” he said and looked up at Isabella and smiled. “You made that look easy Miss Smithson. Let’s be off then. I fancy a ride till the lake. Maybe we can take a quick row as well if the boat’s in order”<br><br>He moved to Nazira and patted her flank before stepping on to the stirrup and swinging his long legs over the saddle and settling down. He led the way with Rose on his left and Isabella to his right. Rose’s excited voice broke through the calm morning. “Can Miss Smithson come on the boat too, Daddy?” she asked. “Of course, she can” he said and turned to Isabella and smiled. His eyes darted down for a second over trousers which were stretched tight over her legs, revealing the shape of her thighs and calves. “You can have an oar, Miss Smithson” he said playfully as they trotted on the path towards the lake.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 22:05:36</strong>
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				Once Isabella was safely on Roaming Star and she felt no pending buck from her she moved with the Duke and Miss Rose with ease. Her gaze would occasionally drift to the cane that still hung from his wrist while she monitored the fact that he would not be using such a instrument on the animals. As they trotted she would occasionally stroke her fingers through Roaming Star's mane and talk to her the same as she spoke to him or Miss Rose. Though as Roaming Star tried to get ahead of the others or go off on her own path Isabella quickly reigned her back under control with a small dig with her knees or moving them against her flanks to indicate her desired direction. Isabella could feel though that Roaming Star truly needed a good run without any limitations.<br><br>"Perhaps at another time if yourself and Roaming Star permits I could give her a proper run. I think she needs it."<br><br>She smiled as she listened to the conversation between father and daughter about the lake and the boat.<br><br>"As long as I get the right side I shall be happy."<br><br>She retorted in return to his comment about giving her a oar.<br><br>"At some point today I need to discuss some matters with you so I can start making a plan for Miss Rose's schooling and also her day to day activities for when you are here and when you are not. Perhaps after Miss Rose had been put to bed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 22:45:49</strong>
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				Andrew kept a close eye on Rose as her pony trotted along next to him. He could tell that the pony was extremely frisky but Rose was a natural at keeping him under control. Riding was in her genes and she seemed to be getting better at it with every passing day.<br><br>He then turned his attention to Isabella and a quick look was enough for him to know that she was a natural as well. Even more incredible as she probably did not have a horse of her own during her childhood years. Her legs and hands seemed to know exactly what they were doing and she seemed to have established a good rapport with the horse already. <br><br>He smiled at her when she said the horse needed a proper run. “You don’t have to wait for another time, Miss Smithson. The field is wide open and all yours. Take her for a run if you wish. I would have loved to join you, but I have to keep an eye on Rose” he said. <br><br>He laughed when she said she would want the right side. “That’s usually the side that I sit on, but I guess I can make an exception for you. We can do that, cant we, Rose” he turned and asked and Rose nodded her head enthusiastically. <br><br>His face turned a little more serious when she said she needed to discuss Rose’s activities. He was surprised when she suggested that they could meet after Rose had been put to bed. It was unusual for unmarried women to be alone in a room with a man without a chaperone. The Duke himself did not pay much heed to such customs and he felt that it would be rather pleasant and intriguing to be alone in a room with her. <br><br>“Thank you for bringing that to my attention, Miss Smithson. Please meet me in my study after Rose is put to bed tonight” he said twirling the crop in his hand. His horse moved close to hers, but he did not move her away. Instead he let his thigh brush lightly against hers before pulling back. The light touch had sent a jolt of electricity through him and he wasn’t sure now if inviting her to the study was a good idea. <br><br>He smiled at her again. “Take her for a run if you want. The lake is just half a mile away. Rose and I will meet you there. Just follow the path. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:19:07</strong>
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				Isabella noted him seeming surprised by the way she rose Roaming Star. She also kept her gaze on Miss Rose in case her own horse decided to dart off and take the child with her, she noted that Miss Rose was easily capable of controlling the horse beneath her and decided to take up the Duke on his offer. <br><br>It was then that she felt his thigh brush against hers and a odd charge seemed to gallop along her thigh and down to her toes. The sensation was pleasant but strange to her.<br><br>"Perhaps the breakfast room or living room would be better rather than your study? "<br><br>She was not sure why she suddenly felt nervous about being with him but before he could answer she gave Roaming Star a sharp nip with her legs and allowed Roaming Star to rapidly take to a gallop. She could feel her plait rise and fall with each small leap from the ground Roaming Star took. She knew by the end of the trip that it would have come loose and she would have to refasten it but that small hindrance was tiny in comparison to the joy she felt at the sensation of almost flying through the air as Roaming Star put all her effort and energy into the freedom she was given. <br><br>It was as she was going ahead that she suddenly realized why the Duke may have been looking at her expecting something beyond the capable hand in which she dealt with Roaming Star. He saw her poor clothing, her governess status and did not think she had probably ever rode a horse before at least not be taught how to. He probably thought she only rode friends horses rather than her own. She knew he would never associate her with any of the Lady's he had met, will meet. She would be the help in his eyes and she found peace and yet oddly sadness in that. She would always be inferior in his eyes. <br><br>She could not actually reveal the truth of her actual rank. Years ago it may have been of some worth but now the estate to which she would be Lady one day was worthless. She worked to bring money in to pay for her fathers debts. One day she would have to decide the fate of the little estate she would inhirt when her father passed away. For now he hung onto it and only just the job that came with it. Though she put serious thoughts aside for the day as she galloped ahead and quickly came to the lake he had spoke of., It did not matter her rank any way she knew he would seek out some one of equal rank to him though she hoped in doing so he would also find a good mother for Miss Rose.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 20:40:38</strong>
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				The Duke smiled inwardly when she suggested that they could meet in the breakfast room or the living room instead of the study. The study was the only place he retired to post dinner and he didn’t plan on changing his routine tonight either. Especially not when it offered him the chance of spending some private time with her so that he could understand his own feelings better.<br><br>He was not a novice when it came to women. He was a very good judge of character and intentions. He was extremely self aware as well so his conflicting emotions when it came to Isabella surprised him. She was the first woman who had aroused him since his wife’s death and she had done it without being provocative or seductive. <br><br>He searched within himself to find out why he found her attractive and he was unable to arrive at a conclusion. Confusion reigned in his heart as she galloped away on Roaming Star before he could reply. Her plait bounced up and down and the sun caught her hair and made it shine.<br><br>“Let’s go daddy. Let’s go” Rose shrieked in an excited voice and he turned and smiled at her. At least Rose was clear and obvious in her feelings. She liked Isabella and she made no attempt to hide it. He wished his feelings were as uncomplicated as that.<br><br>“Off we go” he said and took hold of the pony’s reins and led them at a gentle trot towards the lake. When they reached there, they found Isabella and Roaming Star facing the lake. Looking at the way she had ridden, it was obvious that she had been riding since childhood and not something that she had recently picked up. She must have had a noble upbringing as well, he thought as they approached her.<br><br>He looked at her profile and he noticed her jawline and her firmly set chin. She may have run into hard times now, but she is as proud as any other noblewoman, he thought and his eyes wandered over her figure slowly. Her jacket had unclasped itself during her ride and it was open in the front, revealing her blouse. She seemed completely unaware of it though and even her hair was hanging loose. <br><br>He manoevered his horse next to hers and cleared his throat. “Lost in thoughts, Miss Smithson?” he asked with a kind smile on his face. “And there’s the boat. It appears to be fit enough” he said pointing at a small rowboat that was moored to the boathouse.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 21:04:13</strong>
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				She looked over to him as she heard him talk next to her. Shemanaged to hide the fact that he surprised her by instantly turning her attention to Miss Rose. She slipped her leg over Roaming Star after putting some room between them and walked over to Miss Rose and her pony.<br><br>"Are you ready to go in the boat Miss Rose?"<br><br>She smiled then laugh almost conspiratorially.<br><br>"Do you think we shall be able to splash your father Miss Rose?"<br><br>She laughed as Miss Rose did at the same time but she mutely nodded her head to prevent her father from knowing her intentions. <br><br>She lifted the girl from her pony and gently placed her on the ground then led both&nbsp; of them to the tying post. She attached Roaming Star and Miss Roses to it making sure they could not go too far but they had some room to move a little and that they were not too close together. <br><br>She had intentionally ignored his question about being lost in deep thoughts pretending to have not heard him as she grasped Miss Rose's hand and walked with her towards the boat house. She pulled the loose hair back and once they were near the boat she quickly unfastened her plait and retied it within sixty seconds. <br><br>"Ladies first Miss Rose."<br><br>She smiled warmly to the little girl as she helped her in and without waiting for the Lord of the house got in herself and snagged the right oar. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 22:02:16</strong>
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				Andrew watched as Isabella effortlessly swung her leg and dismounted. She was so ladylike in many ways and so unladylike in others and he had to admit he found the combination rather irresistible.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew that women were trained to make men feel good by depending on them for help at the slightest pretext and it was refreshing to see someone who was obviously independent and not used to putting on airs for the sake for it. She was a natural and there was not a hint of pretense attached to her which he found attractive.<br><br>He grinned when she told Rose they could splash him. “I must warn you ladies that I know this lake like the back of my hand. If you don’t behave., I might tilt the boat and land us all in the lake. I am sure you wouldn’t like that Miss Smithson” he said and laughed. <br><br>He followed them as they walked towards the boat and Isabella stopped when she reached the boat and started fastening her hair again. Her arms were raised and behind her head and he had a good view of her breasts as her jacket was still open in the front. In the sunlight, he could make out that she was wearing something white under the blouse and it did not look like a corset to him. Rather they looked like bandages. Now why would she want to make herself look smaller, he wondered with a smile on his lips as she got in and grabbed the right oar before he could say anything.<br><br>He laughed instead. “Now you have the responsibility of steering us as well, Miss Smithson. The person holding the right oar is in charge of steering as well” he said and got in and took the left oar and sat down slowly to steady the rocking of the boat.<br><br>He made sure that Rose was seated properly. “Now you should hold on to that ring at all times, Rose” he said and dropped the edge of his oar into the lake and turned to face Isabella who was sitting in front of him. It was a narrow boat and his knees kept touching hers. “Excuse me” he said and tried to find another position where their knees would not touch, but could not find one that did not upset the balance of the boat. <br><br>“Looks like we are tied at the knees, Miss Smithson. I’ll try and not bruise it” he said with a smile and settled so that his knees and legs were partially touching hers. He dipped the oar in some more and pulled back strongly, his arms and shoulder muscles flexing and sending their boat forward. “Off we go” yelled Rose as a spray of water hit all of them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 22:18:59</strong>
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				She smiled as she turned around to him and laughed quietly once he was in the boat.<br><br>"It shall not be the last time I have ended up in a lake and I hope the last time was not the last time for always. Well as long as you are prepared for some rather erratic guiding then I am sure we shall manage amicably."<br><br>She pretended she had not noticed him watching when she had plaited her hair and she pretended his little knocks at her knee had no effect on her. The odd charge continued to rise along her thigh and going down to her toes and though it quickly became obvious that the small boat could not handle their legs being fully parted for any reason she was not keen on the odd sensation. To try and suppress the feeling she brought her attention to Miss Rose once more and laughed as they all got sprayed with the intial dip of the oars in the water.<br><br>"Are you willing to tell us where you would like to go Miss Rose. I am sure your father and I can take directions."<br><br>Miss Rose smiled at the idea of being able to boss the two adults around and quickly pointed towards the middle of the lake where she could see the ripples form as fish rose and fell into the water.<br><br>Isabella turned to look over her shoulder where Miss Rose was pointing nodding her head gently as she brought it back to the pair. She had already taken to the little girl quickly though she normally had. She felt a stronger pull to this one though perhaps that was due to her being motherless and she wished to make Miss Rose as happy as she could and help her through the difficult time of her life. <br><br>"Are you ready Duke Cunningham?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 20:47:51</strong>
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				Andrew smiled when Isabella asked Rose she would like to go. Making the child feel like a grown up was something new for him and he could see that it was working looking at the way Rose was smiling. He looked thoughtfully at Isabella. There was a lot he could learn from her when it came to bringing up a child alone.<br><br>Despite all of his sister’s efforts, he doubted if he would ever marry anyone who did not have Rose as her first priority. And he knew a selfless woman like that would be pretty much impossible to find. <br><br>He looked at Isabella again and watched the way Rose’s eyes followed her every movement. She would make a very good mother one day. But what would happen to Rose then? Was it okay to allow Rose to get close to Isabella? After all Isabella would get married and leave to start a family of her own.<br><br>His eyes focused on the two of them again and he smiled when Isabella asked if he was ready. “Whenever you are, Miss Smithson” he said with a grin. He was going to forget about the future and enjoy the present for a few hours at least.<br><br>He pulled back on the oar and the boat rocked and moved forward. His knee pressed against hers every time he pulled back and he could see it was having some kind of an effect on her. It was like a gentle rhythmic dance and he thought he detected a faint hint of a blush on her cheeks. Could be due to the wind as well, he thought and he caught her eyes and smiled. “You are not pulling your weight enough, Miss Smithson. Your right side is the one that is used for steering” he said and laughed as they made their way towards the center of the lake.<br><br>He then turned towards Rose. “There is a fishing rod at the back of the boat. You can try and catch fish for some time, but remember to throw them back” he said and pulled strongly. The muscles in his hand rippled through his shirt and a sweat broke out on his brow, but it felt really good to be exerting his body after a while.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 21:11:06</strong>
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				Isabella started to move back and forth as she used the oar to bring them away from the boathouse and shifted her weight one eway or the other depending on which way she wished the boat to go. She looked playfully outraged at the Duke's comment abouther not pulling her weight to which she splashed him lightly by striking the oar against the surface of the water.<br><br>"You are welcome to attempt to do a better job if you wish my Lord."<br><br>It was quite obvious that she was not genuinely insulted at all by the playful sparkle that showed within her eyes and the playful turn of her lips as she brought her gaze to Miss Rose as she turned to grab the fishing rod behind her. <br><br>"I do hope you are not going to tell me that you have live bait back there as well as I would dread to think what has happened to them since your last visit here."<br><br>She tried to ignore the spark that she kept feeling jumping along her skin each time&nbsp; that the pair knocked knees together. She had also tried to shift her position mulitple times to avoid it before they both ended up with black and blue knees though each time she did the boat would begin to wobble and she gave up.. She could feel sweat start to form under her clothing and brought her gaze to Andrew noticing the same. along his forehead and arms. The sun light showing through made the hairs along his arm sparkle faintly in the sun light giving him a almost glow effect.<br><br>"Would you mind at all if I took my jacket off at all?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 21:50:14</strong>
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				The Duke laughed when she splashed the water on him. The sleeve of his expensive jacket was wet but he did not mind at all. He had not laughed like this in a while and he could feel the veil of mourning that had shrouded him since the Duchess’ death slowly start to lift.<br><br>It would take a long time for it to completely go away, but being out with his daughter and Isabella seemed to help. It seemed to be helping them as well. He had not seen Rose this happy in a while and Isabella looked like a different woman compared to the one he had seen yesterday. <br><br>There was a sparkle in her eye that was missing yesterday and he had a feeling that he may have been responsible for it. The very thought of it sent a delightful warmth coursing through his body and he wondered if she could feel it feel it when their knees brushed against each other.<br><br>A trickle of sweat ran down his cheek and he wiped it away with his hand and smiled at her. “Let’s ask Rose about that. Would you mind if Miss Smithson took off her jacket, Rose?” he asked. <br><br>“Not at all, Daddy. You should take off your jacket as well. It’s wet” she said and splashed some water on his already wet sleeve. <br>He laughed and looked at Isabella. “There you go. We are to do as instructed” he said and he rested the oar o the side and his hands went up to the collar of the jacket. <br><br>“And yes, we do have live bait here. And if you find one on your clothes, don’t jump and push us all into the water, Miss Smithson” he said playfully.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 22:06:41</strong>
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				"I would not jump but depending on how long they have been here your live bait may be more likely to fly away rather than get fed to the fish."<br><br>She nodded to Miss Rose once at her allowance of allowing both adults to take off their outer clothes. Isabella quickly unfastened the buttons and placing her hands on the sides of the jacket she pulled it off quickly while balancing the oar between her legs. She placed the jacket on the bottom of the boat over her feet and then shook her head slightly as some of her hair had managed to sneak down between her blouse and skin. She scooped her hair up and styled it differently within few seconds as that&nbsp; it was all gathered together in a simple pony tail. <br><br>"Thank you Miss Rose I certainly feel much better now."<br><br>She noticed they had grown close to the center of the lake and put the oar back across her knees so that the boat came to a stand still. She did not wish to get too close in case they scared the fish away. <br><br>"Are you going to be fishing first Miss Rose, how many fish do you think you will be able to catch?"<br><br>She smiled as she watched Miss Rose play with the fishing rod inside the boat as if she was practising throwing the line and thankfully doing a good job of not getting it tangled with anyone in the little room they had left.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 20:19:46</strong>
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				The Duke laughed at Isabella’s words. “I certainly hope the bait won’t fly away Miss Smithson. In fact, you can have the honor of opening up the tin that you see in the corner to see if the worms are still in there” he said and winked at Rose who grinned back. <br><br>He tried not to watch her overtly as she removed the jacket, but his eyes glanced over her fleetingly without making it too obvious. He could not think of too many women who would have taken off their jackets in front of him. And when she had finished tying up her hair in a ponytail, she looked transformed. The Duke was surprised at what a small change in hairstyle could do. <br><br>His own hands worked at the collar and loosened it before he started unbuttoning his jacket. He shrugged the jacket off his shoulders when the buttons were undone and placed it on the side of the boat. He also folded up his sleeves till his elbows, revealing his strong forearms and the rest of the sleeve could not hide the shape of the muscles in his upper arm.<br><br>“I am going to catch a hundred fish” Rose said excitedly as she practiced throwing the line inside the boat. “Let’s get the worms, daddy” she said and stood up suddenly t reach for the tin upsetting the balance of the boat.<br><br>The boat tilted to one side and Andrew had to throw his weight to the other side to counter and make the boat level again. But not before, a good amount of water had splashed on all three of them, especially on Isabella who was wearing a cream colored blouse. “Don’t do do that again, Rose. All of us can go swimming another day” he said and carefully leaned forward and picked up the can of bait. He also carefully averted his eyes away from Isabella’s blouse which was pretty much soaked through, but he wasn’t sure how long his eyes would remain under control. <br><br>His own shirt was soaked through as well and plastered against his chest showing off shape. He pulled the wet shirt forward a bit but he found it was soon sticking back t his body. He then met Isabella in the eye and smiled at her. “The things that children do” he said in a half rueful voice which conveyed that he did not mind what happened at all. “Let’s see you hook the bait to the line, Miss Smithson” he said playfully and tossed the can into her lap and settled back to enjoy the lovely view that she offered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 21:28:10</strong>
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				*She focused her attention on Miss Rose while he stripped out of his jacket. Though her green eyes kept returning to him for split second moments as his shirt shifted against his body as he moved. She then shook herself inwardly and brought herself back under control. She watched as Miss Rose shifted rapidly to start fishing and felt the boat sway beneath them within seconds she also felt a sudden down pour of lake water drench her upper body. Some of her hair that had come loose clung to her forehead as it shimmered in the sun light. The white bandages beneath the blouse came clear as the blouse clung to her body revealing all that she had beneath the light coloured fabric. A faint laugh sounding from her until she saw Miss Rose was fine and the little laugh turned into a loud one as she wiped her face of the water that trickled down her skin.<br><br>"Well it could have been far worse. "<br><br>She glanced at him as he threw the metal dish at her containing the worms and chuckled quietly.<br><br>"It would be very unladylike for a woman to do such a chore especially when there is such a capable man here to do so."<br><br>Despite her words she slipped her hand into the metal dish and browsed for a worm she deemed suitable. She plucked the longest and relatively thickest she could find before wincing slightly and slipping the end of the worm onto the hook and passing it back to Miss Rose lightly.<br><br>"I am not sure we have enough worms for a hundred fish but perhaps you can prove me wrong."<br><br>She smiled as she watched the fish rise and fall in the water unaware of the danger above them of the armed six year old.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 21:40:52</strong>
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				The Duke tried his best to keep his eyes averted, but he had seen enough and the main in him certainly liked what he saw. Isabella’s blouse was soaked through and some of the water had splashed on her hair as well. He noticed the nonchalant way in which she wiped her face and continued to pick up a worm and hook it to the line.<br><br>He was not sure if she was completely unaware of the fact that her blouse was clinging to her chest, revealing the white bandages and the beautiful curve of her breasts that the bandages really could not contain. The outline of her breasts was perfectly contoured against her blouse and the Duke could not help but imagine what the sight would have been like had she not worn any of the constraining bandages. He was sure of one thing. She had the fullest chest he had ever seen on a woman of her age.<br><br>He pulled at his own shirt which was soaking wet and sticking to him and he smiled at her, making sure to keep his eyes fixed on hers and not let it wander over her body when she was looking. His shirt felt uncomfortable and he would have probably taken it off and let it dry on the boat had it not been for her presence. <br><br>He leaned forward carefully and took the hook with the worm on it and smiled widely at her. “Not bad at all, Miss Smithson. You are not the queasy kind. You could join us when we go hunting and camping later this week. What do you think, princess?” he asked and turned towards Rose who was preparing to throw the line over the water.<br><br>“Yes, daddy, let’s go camping. Can we build a fire?” Rose asked with a laugh. “Of course you can. Now watch the line” he said and moved closer and took Rose’s small hand in his and helped her throw the line over the water and watched it land with a small splash.<br><br>Immediately the fish started circling around the bait and he held the line still. “Now hold&nbsp; it steady” he said and moved closer so that his knee was partially resting on Isabella’s thigh. He could feel the line tighten as one of the fish took the bait and he swiftly started reeling the catch it, “I got one, daddy, look look” Rose cried as the small brook fish was reeled up and landed on the floor of the boat and flopped around near Isabella’s leg.<br><br>“Now don’t jump,. Miss Smithson” Andrew laughed and bent forward and caught hold of Isabella’s ankle before he could realize what he was doing. He moved her foot out of the way and picked the fish up and by this time he was aware that he had probably touched her inappropriately. He had an apologetic look on his face as he handed the fish to Rose so that she could throw it back. “Do you want to chance your arm next, Miss Smithson?” he asked with an apologetic smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 21:58:29</strong>
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				Isabella found herself on uncommon ground as she spent more time with the family. At times she was quite certain that he was watching her but when ever she actually looked at him his gaze was purely focused on her eyes or not at all. She did decide that perhaps her own attraction to the man was the cause of this sudden almost paranoia and scolded herself inwardly for such rash and what she deemed to be considered light headed female thinking. <br><br>She had a feeling that more of her body was currently on view than she would naturally desire but she could do little about it now and did not mind the fact that she was wet so much. She accepted it as easily as she had accepted placing the worm on the line. She did not shy from the dirty work most females would nor did she reacted over the top as she considered most ladies of high ranking would. Such incidents happened, nothing could be done. Enjoy the day while it was there.<br><br>"Well my father used to take me camping in the summer when I was younger. Have not done that for a few years now so you may have to teach me what new tactics have been invented for such times."<br><br>She spoke to Miss Rose rather than the Duke. She continued to treat Miss Rose as if she was older than her age though she did not have higher expectations of her. She simply found that this way for her at least worked better than treating them as if they did not know anything at all.<br><br>She smiled and congratulated Miss Rose on her first catch though she did not jump when the fish landed in the boat she felt her breath catch in her throat when she felt the Duke's hand wrapped around her slim ankle. A new surge of something pleasant ran up her leg but she managed to keep her foot still and not jump away from him.<br><br>She nodded her head slightly to his apologetic smile. It had simply been a accident she could accept that and nodded her head as she brought her gaze back to Miss Rose as she gently unhooked the fish and threw it back into the water.<br><br>"Do you still have some bait left on the line Miss Rose or does it have to be baited again?"<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 22:27:05</strong>
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				The feel of her warm ankle was still fresh on his palm as Isabella talked to Rose. He was surprised she did no jump and make a fuss when he had touched her. In his mind that spoke volumes about her equanimity and maturity and he wondered once again about her past. She had certainly had a good upbringing and the way she effortlessly handled Rose was a pleasure to watch.<br><br>He smiled in relief when she nodded at him and he turned his attention back to Rose though his eyes still lingered over her blouse whenever he could take a chance without making it look too obvious. “Yes, there is half a bait still left on the hook, Miss Smithson” Rose said and handed her the line. <br><br>The Duke leaned close and adjusted the bait and hooked it a little more firmly and handed the line to Isabella again. “Camping has been the same for ages now, Miss Smithson” he said with a smile. Did your father teach you how to erect a tent. As for new inventions, the only ones I can think of are sleeping bags. Summer’s nearly over and we would need some when we do go out for camping. <br><br>He had never been camping with a woman before. It had always been with other menfolk and he was not sure if taking her and Rose along would be such a good idea. It would definitely set tongues wagging, but the Duke was not the kind to worry about a few loose tongues. He wondered whether a sleeping bag that could fit two had been invented yet and a small grin broke across his face at the thought of it. <br><br>He tried hard to stifle his grin when he looked at Isabella. “Now let’s see what you can do that with that line Miss Smithson” he said and turned to Rose and winked at her. “Do you want to bet if Miss Smithson’s fish would be bigger than yours?” he asked and turned back to Isabella with a playful twinkle in his eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 22:42:15</strong>
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				"Aunt&nbsp; Anne says it is not right for a young woman to bet Daddy but mine shall be bigger."<br><br>She accepted the line with ease and then turned her back slightly to the pair as she focused on the fishing line.<br><br>"My father taught me how to erect a tent, start a fire, place hunting baits and also how to skin."<br><br>She stated simply and honestly, the tone of voice showed no hint of her trying to show off what shew knew as some people disliked the fact of a female who could handle herself but she felt she could be honest with him. If she had a job at the end of the day then she would have a better understanding of who he was as a person.<br><br>She brought the line back effortlessly and then forward. It fell a little further out than Miss Rose's had and it took a little longer for the fish to notice the bait but within a few minutes she could feel a instant tugging on the line. She quickly pulled her arm back and allowed the fish to strike on the boat though this time it landed on the Duke's lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 23:51:25</strong>
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				The Duke was not at all surprised when she said she was very familiar with the ways of camping. In a way, he had expected her know things like erecting a tent and starting a fire. She had shown herself to be more than just independent in the few hours that he had known her. And he knew a strong will was hidden behind her gentle face.<br><br>He smiled at her approvingly. Women of her kind were rare and the ones who did have an independent streak were soon subdued as soon as they got married. He gazed at Isabella as she tossed the line and watched it intently. Her back was turned and his eyes fell over the base of her back where her blouse had moved up slightly revealing the small of her back. <br><br>His eyes traced up her back which was still a little wet and then over the bandages that were visible and finally over her hair. While he was focused on her, he failed to notice her snapping her arm back and before he realized, the fish was on his lap.<br><br>He gave a yell of surprise and the boat rocked a bit and he laughed. He picked up the flopping fish and turned to face Isabella with a grin. “Now was that deliberate, Miss Smithson? If it was, I shall have my revenge sooner rather than later” he said and inched closer to her playfully.<br><br>&nbsp;“Shall we drop the fish down Miss Smithson’s back?” he asked Rose and she nodded her head rapidly. He grinned and faced Isabella again. He had no intention of carrying out his threat, but it would be interesting to watch her reaction. “Are you ready, Miss Smithson?” he asked and moved his hand close to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 01:20:41</strong>
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				She thought she could feel as her back was turned his eyes burrowing into her but by the time she turned around to see what had happened he had jumped slightly causing the boat to rock which she instantly went to counter his movements to steady the boat once more.<br><br>She could not help but laugh loudly as his reaction to the surprising visitor and she was further surprised when she heard his threat and Miss Rose encouraging him further. Her eyes widened to reveal such as she tried to lean back from him as he drew closer. Her empty hand reaching to grab the poor fish and throw it back but instead her hand grasped his wet wrist. She did not look scared by the idea of having it pushed down ehr back,laughter bubbling in her throat while she wriggled her body some at the very idea. <br><br>Though both eased slightly when the physically contact was made and she felt another odd surge blast along her arm. She pulled her hand back and appeared apologetic as he had earlier.<br><br>"Sorry Sir."<br><br>She was briefly worried she may have crossed a line but&nbsp; that concern had not been the one to cause her to remove her hand so fast. It was the fact that the little touch had caused a odd sense of pleasure between her legs while a faint blush touched her cheeks. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 12:19:15</strong>
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				Andrew gave her a surprised when she grasped his wrist, though in hindsight he should have known that she was not a one to shy away. Her touch sent a tingle down his back and his own reaction to her touch surprised him as well.<br><br>He smiled when she quickly removed her hand and he threw the wriggling fish back into the water. He could not help but notice the color on her cheeks and it was obvious the physical contact had had an effect on her as well. He was tempted to reach forward and renew the contact, but held back for the sake of propriety.<br><br>Instead he baited another worm for Rose and handed her the line and she tossed it in with a laugh. He met Isabella’s eyes and smiled at her. They spent pleasant hour fishing and throwing back the fish. Their laughter rang across the lake and the duke thought it was one of the most carefree hour he had spent in the recent past.<br><br>He kept throwing occasional glances at Isabella when she was not looking and he felt his attraction for her grow manifold by the time they were ready to head back to the dock. Their clothes were dry as well and he noted with a bit of regret that Isabella’s blouse was not sticking to her body like before.<br><br>“Let’s go back. It’s nearly time for lunch and Rose needs her afternoon nap”<br><br>They took their respective oars and rowed slowly back to the dock and moored the boat. Rose still seemed full of energy and raced towards their horses. When the reached the place where the horses were grazing, the Duke immediately noticed that something was amiss with Miss Isabella’s horse. He bent down to take a look at the horse’s hoof and saw that the shoe had become loose and a stone was wedged in a gap.<br><br>He stood up and faced Isabella. “I don’t think she is in a condition to be ridden back home, Miss Smithson” he said. “You could ride on my horse and I’ll walk back.” He then helped Rose mount her small pony and turned to face Isabella with a playful look in his eyes. “Or we could ride together on my horse” he added. “What would you prefer?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:40:14</strong>
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				The hour of being out on the lake went past quickly as they took turns to capture and release fish. Her gaze would travel to the Duke every now and then but only when he was not looking at her and she mostly kept her attention on Miss Rose. The sun moved across the sky and they soon made their way back across the lake. She inwardly sighed as she glanced down at Roaming Star's shoe and gave the horse a stroke along her mane.<br><br>"And I thought we were getting along so well."<br><br>She then turned her attention back to the Duke at his suggestions.<br><br>"Well I am sure that latter idea would cause quite a scandal up at the house Sir but your horse appears to be quite attached to you and may not accept a different rider. I can easily walk back myself as thankfully this are not specifically riding boots unlike yours. So would probably be easier for me and less health effecting."<br><br>She added inwardly that after the few touches they had, had that she did not need to find out how her body would react being pressed against his. Instead before he could actually argue she turned to Roaming Star once more and untethered her as well as Miss Rose's pony and began to guide the two along the route back to the house. Her steps were sure while her head remained upright and after ten steps she released Miss Rose to&nbsp; ride herself while the then free hand stroked along Roaming Stars neck in a soothing manner.<br><br>"I shall have a proper look at your foot when we get back. Pop put that stone and give your hoof a good clean out and give you a new shoe."<br><br>She turned briefly to look back at him.<br><br>"Assuming that there shall be the equipment I require to&nbsp; redo her shoe my lord?"
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 21:35:56</strong>
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				The Duke stroked his horse’s mane as she tossed her head around. There was a faint disappointed look on his face though he did a good job of trying to hide it. He did not care too much about scandals. <br><br>He had seen way too many in his life before and not all of them to do with women. But he could understand why Isabella would be keen to avoid one. She was newcomer in these parts and he was sure the sight of them riding together would be sure to set a few loose tongues wagging.<br><br>The thought of his chest pressed against her back and his hands around her waist and maybe slightly brushing against her stomach did send a warm sensation through his body and he smiled at her. <br><br>“Then in that case I’ll walk with you too Miss Smithson. I can’t ride along like a Duke when there is a lady walking her horse” he said with a laugh and led the way down the path towards the house. <br><br>“The stable hands will take care of Roaming Star’s shoe, Miss Smithson. You are not expected to do it personally. You could supervise them if you wish” he said and pulled Rose’s pony back towards the path when it strayed wide. <br><br>The afternoon sun beat down on their faces as they made their way back towards the stables. <br><br>“We shall have to make plans for the camp that we discussed earlier” he said. “Maybe you could meet me in the living room, or my study after lunch” he said as they reached the doors of the stables. <br><br>He turned to Rose and lifted her off the pony and smiled at her. “Now thank Miss Smithson for a lovely morning” he said and turned to Isabella and smiled at her as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 21:41:50</strong>
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				"I would prefer to tend to her myself as long as you do not mind of course."<br><br>She smiled as they walked together probably looking quite the sight and she smiled to him as they neared the stables and two hands came running to the three.<br><br>"Should Miss Rose still be napping by that time then of course Sir I shall come to you after I have eaten. "<br><br>She then brought her gaze to Miss Rose smiling warmly to the little girl in her fathers arms.<br><br>"It has been a pleasure to ride and fish with you Miss Rose, perhaps next time we shall manage to hit that hundred mark of caputuring fish?"<br><br>Her hand lingered on Roaming Stars mane stroking her fur gently as she waited for the two to depart before she would tend to the horse if she was permitted to.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 22:36:06</strong>
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				Andrew was yet again surprised by her words. She was the first woman he had ever known who was willing to do a man’s job like fixing a horse’s shoe. He guessed it was the love for the animal that had prompted her to make that offer and he was touched by her kindness.<br><br>“Of course you can tend to her. She is yours as long as you are a part of this household” he said with a smile.<br><br>“Daddy, can I watch Miss Smithson work on the shoe” Rose asked with a hopeful look in her eye.<br><br>“No, my dear. It’s time for you to eat and then sleep. You have had a tiring day” he said and picked up his daughter in his arms.<br><br>“Thank you for the lovely time, Miss Smithson. And next time, we shall hit one thousand” Rose said grandly while the Duke looked on proudly.<br><br>“I will see you after Rose is put to sleep, Miss Smithson” he nodded at her and made his way back towards the house and stepped into the welcome shade.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 22:51:23</strong>
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				She nodded her head to him once before starting to lead Roaming into the shade.<br><br>"Sleep well Miss Rose."<br><br>She called to the pair before they disappeared from sight. She brought Roaming back to her stall and tethered her so she was able to work without being concerned she would dash off. She brought a small stool behind her and asked for a bucket of hot water, disincfectant and a horse pick. When all were brogutht o her she lifted the hoove up gradually.<br><br>"It is alright girl, going to make you feel better instead..just may hurt a little."<br><br>She dug out all the mud and grass that had collected in the&nbsp; hoof and cleared it when the stone was in sight she managed to pop it free without cutting the animal. <br><br>"There we go worst part done. Now just to clean you up to be sure."<br><br>She picked up a small brush and tipped it into the hot water, cleaning the hoof properly before placing a layer of the disinfectant over her to kill any possible infection before it could begin. After the work was done she fed Roaming a apple before settling her down just in case so she could rest.<br><br>"I shall come check on you on the morrow."<br><br>She made her way quickly to the staff kitchen and managed to eat some toast and eggs before walking up to her room and changing out of the dirty clothes. She removed the bandages now that they had began to dug into her skin and pulled on a white blouse followed by a grey skirt that came down to her ankles and a simple pair of indoor shoes. She was not sure how long the Duke would of been waiting for her if at all when she made her way to the living room to discuss where they would make camp. She knocked on the door quietly waiting until he permitted her to enter if he was there rather than his study. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:34:01</strong>
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				Andrew led Rose inside the house and towards the dining room. He made sure she cleaned up first before entering the dining room. He handed over his jacket to one of the servants and rolled up his sleeve and washed his hands as well.<br><br>He recalled the way Isabella’s fingers had felt against his when they were in the boat and he was suddenly thoughtful. It had been a while since a woman had had an effect like this on him and for the umpteenth time he wondered whether he should follow his instincts, or follow the norms laid down by society. At that point he was not too sure.<br><br>He could see that Rose was already sleepy and he quickly led her to the dining table so that she could eat something before going to sleep. They had a quick lunch of salad and bread and chicken. He could tell that Rose was irritable because Isabella had not joined them for lunch. He was careful not to say anything to provoke her further and he called for a maid to take Rose to her room as soon as lunch was over.<br><br>“But why cant Miss Smithson take me to my room” Rose whined. <br><br>“Miss Smithson is tending to her horse, my dear. She will be right next to you when you open your eyes after your nap” Andrew assured her and watched as Rose sulked and went to her room.<br><br>He made his way to his room and debated whether to bathe again and decided against it. He wanted to meet Isabella and discuss the camping arrangement before retiring for the afternoon. He changed into a white cotton shirt and gray trousers and made his way to the living room and sat down on one of the comfortable couches and picked up a book that was lying nearby. He had just finished reading the back cover when there was a knock at the door. <br><br>“Come on in” he said leaning forward to place the book back on the table.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:41:04</strong>
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				She opened the door slowly and stepped in quietly to the living room. She quickly scanned the room in case Miss Rose was still up and needed putting down for her nap when it appeared to be child free she walked towards the couch he was sat on and quickly glanced down at the book he appeared to have been reading.<br><br>"Is the book any good at all?"<br><br>&nbsp;She indicated it with a wave of her hand to it and then looked for a sensible place for her to be able to sit on that would not set the tongue wagging should any one need to enter the room. This time she kept her gaze a little lower keeping it on the book rather than him though she had glanced at him when she had entered the room and see he had chance to change clothes.<br><br>"Did Miss Rose settle well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:23:37</strong>
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				Andrew looked up as Isabella stepped into the vast living room. Her footsteps were muffled on the soft carpet as she made her way towards the couch. One glance was enough to let him know that her blouse was looking fuller than earlier and it was obvious that the bandages had been removed.<br><br>He quickly averted his eyes and a flush crept through his cheek as she asked him about the book.<br><br>“I must confess I do not even know the title of this book” he said and laughed. “I think Anne must have left it here”<br><br>He waved his arm at another couch that ran next to his along the wall and indicated she could sit there. <br><br>“Rose was a little difficult without your company Miss Smithson. I cant imagine what she would do if you were to leave us”<br><br>He sat up a little straighter and caught her eyes so that he could stop looking at her breasts. “How about we go camping this Saturday? I checked my appointments earlier and Saturday looks free to me. I haven’t been camping in a few years so I assume you would handle the preparations? You could take the housekeeper’s help of course” he said and leaned back against the couch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:30:45</strong>
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				She sat on the couch as he indicated though she did not sit as most lady's did. She lifted one leg over the other so that they crossed at the ankles. The skirt rode up slightly revealing her ankle bone but nothing more as she kept her back straight and finally focused her gaze on him properly.<br><br>"Saturday sounds acceptable to me. Do you have any idea of time length of the camping trip and are you wishing for any more than yourself, Miss Rose and myself to be in the camping party. Perhaps your sister?"<br><br>She leaned back slightly as she relaxed a moment of brief concern crossing her face.<br><br>"The only time I plan to leave willingly would be if I met someone and wedecided to wed and start a family of our own and I highly doubt that in any likely hood to be happening any time soon so the only other cause of me leaving would be if I was given my leave due to what ever concerns may have arose to lead to such actions. So you can for not at least relax with that information given in mind. I won't hide the fact that I like your daughter very much Sir and it shall make the change for more easier if she likes me as well. I am sure when you start looking for a new wife for yourself and mother for her that I can help that transition as well. Though of course only if you wish me to."<br><br>She was not sure but she thought she had caught a faint but tell tale sign of his cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink.<br><br>"Is it too warm for you. Perhaps I should open a window for you?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:59:27</strong>
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				Andrew’s expression was neutral when Isabella’s skirt rode up just a little bit to reveal her ankle. She definitely did not learn this in school, he thought and smiled inwardly. It would be a real surprise if she crossed her legs and sat like some of the women he had seen in France, but he knew there was very little chances of that happening.<br><br>Still he helped himself to a good view of her slim ankle and then looked up at her.<br><br>“It would be an overnight camping trip of course. And we will have to invite Anne though I am not sure if she would be up to it. She is not an outdoors person.”<br><br>He listened attentively at her words and any last doubts he had about the duration of her employment was now removed. He did wonder why she said she would not be marrying any time soon. She was of the right age after all and pretty enough to attract the eyes of many a bachelor.<br><br>His face flushed as she mentioned that she will help in the transition when she re-marries. “I don’t think that will be happening any time soon too, Miss Smithson. I will not re-marry until I know that Rose will not be just an afterthought in my future wife’s mind.”<br><br>He stopped abruptly and decided he had spoken a little too much. He did long to have someone to pore his heart out to, but his daughter’s governess was probably not interested in playing governess to him as well. <br><br>“Oh yes, you could open a window if you don’t mind”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 22:10:29</strong>
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				She nodded to him as she straightened her legs and rose to her feet. She moved to the nearest window and opened it for him to let some fresh air into the stuffy room. While she was looking away from him and taking in the sight of the garden she spoke honestly.<br><br>"It is good to hear that she is your main concern in finding a wife. You would certainly not be a man I would desire to work for if there had been anything else that ahd left your mouth. "<br><br>She lowered her head slightly even though she had not been looking at him. She tried to remember that her out spoken nature was part of the reason she had been fired in the past.<br><br>"I did not mean..I meant..I hope that did not cause offense but I know of several women that would happily leave their children in the hands of a nanny full time or even worse sent them to boarding school especially when they are not their own. I do not agree with either and personally should I ever become a mother I would actually not wish for a nanny or governess bar for if I had to leave for a few days in emergencies or some such similar. Though now I realize I should be remembering why I have been fired before and close my mouth. Sorry Sir."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 22:23:00</strong>
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				The Duke’s eyes followed Isabella as she moved towards the window. Now that her back was turned, he let his eyes wander over her back, her curvy bottom which swished lightly under her skirt and the shape of her legs.<br><br>Her words when she returned brought him back to reality. He was surprised again by her outspokenness, thought he should have expected it by now after having spent the better part of the day with her.<br><br>“Maybe I will ask all potential wives to have an interview with you first Miss Smithson. I will marry only if you approve” he said playfully and grinned.<br><br>“And you are of marriageable age as well. Why do you say it will not happen any time soon. Are there any financial constraints?” he asked and leaned back and crossed his long legs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 22:31:22</strong>
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				"I some how doubt your sister would approve of that and would rather interview them herself."<br><br>She moved back to the couch she had been sitting on previously unaware of his brief appraisal of her form having been so more focused on her feelings in regards to some types of up bringing she had heard of. <br><br>"There can be many constraints in life and not all of them financial ones but mostly the reason I say such is because I am probably in some ways already married but that would be to my profession rather than any man and not many men approve of..."<br><br>She paused a moment as her green eyes settled on him intently.<br><br>"Most men do not approve of some types of women and I fall into that selection of females that they do not wish to take home and meet their mothers."<br><br>She refrained from being insulted by his assumed reason of it being financially based on her chosen so to speak celibacy but her money was more spent on her fathers debts and a poor lady was far worse than a lady of the night.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 21:07:26</strong>
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				“Interviewing a woman to see if she is eligible seems rather silly to me. One would never get the true picture. The only way to know for sure is by spending a lot of time together, but our society does not permit that unfortunately”<br><br>He met her gaze and held it. Her eyes were arresting and the shade of green was perfectly matched with her hair and skin color.<br><br>“Well, it’s a good thing I do not have a mother, so that’s one less thing to worry about in case we were to get married” he said boldly with a playful smile on his face. <br><br>“And being dedicated to your profession is wonderful, but you should give some thought to finding a partner. Life isn’t complete until you have experienced the joys and frustrations of marriage” he said and walked up to the glass cabinets and rummaged inside.<br><br>He returned with a folded chart and sat down on his couch again and leaned close and spread it on the table in front of them. It was a map of the estate. He leaned close and tapped his finger on the lake that was depicted in the map. <br><br>“That’s where we were today. The bank is a possible site for the camp”. He leaned a little more forward, his shirt falling away a bit to reveal the top of his chest. “Or we could camp at the edge of the wood on the southern border. What do you think” he asked without looking up his eyes focused on the map.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 22:21:28</strong>
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				She smiled to him faintly a moment.<br><br>"Perhaps should a man take interest in me that is genuine then I shall consider actually looking to stepping beyond work and seeing to any personal desires I may have."<br><br>She followed his movements as he got up and returned. She pretended not to notice how his shirt fell a little looser and revealed the top of his chest. She brought her whole concentration to the map before her.<br><br>"Well from a safety point of view I would rather be a little further away from the water so I would suggest the south border may be a wiser option but then you of course know Miss Rose better and the likely hood that she may try and go swimming in the middle of the night you may also know more about these areas than the map reveals. What about wild animals if any to be concerned about?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 20:57:50</strong>
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				It was rather hard to imagine that no man would have taken a genuine interest in her till now. She was obviously attractive, well mannered and educated and he was sure she would make a fine wife some day. Maybe she had not had too many opportunities to socialize with men as she was dedicated to her profession at the moment.<br><br>His brow furrowed as he turned his attention back to the map. <br><br>“That’s a good point that you have brought up. We definitely don’t want Rose taking a midnight swim. I have not explored the woods since my own childhood, but from what I remember, there are no animals there that can pose a danger to us. You may run into the occasional fox but they mostly shy away from humans. We will have a fire going of course, so that should keep them away as well.”<br><br>He turned his face towards her and smiled. <br><br>“I have seen a few grass snakes there though and they are entirely harmless. You wouldn’t take to your heels if you saw one, would you?” he asked in a playful tone. <br><br>“What kind of clothes would we need?” he added. “Something warm, of course. And sleeping bags. Anything else?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 22:00:50</strong>
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				"Well I am sure I could handle a fox, grass snakes and perhaps even any badgers or skunks if I really am stuck in a muddle."<br><br>She smiled to him lightly a playful glimmer forming in her eyes as well as on her lips though she quickly brought her attention back to the finer details of camping.<br><br>"Well we should probably take some extra dry wood in case it rains the night before, tents obviously, warm clothing, some clean water, extra blankets. You may also want a pillow for Miss Rose. What time are you wishing for us to set off and we shall have to take food of course for the breakfast in the morning after and no camping trip is a camping trip if you do not take some cocoa and cookies as well."<br><br>She smiled once more at the minor tempting food treat. For a moment she briefly wondered how his lips would taste after drinking cocoa and whether he was one that gained a brown mustache during such. The first thought made her blush while the second caused her to laugh quietly unable to prevent the image coming to her mind. She hoped the sudden laughter would cause him to assume the blush and the humor were linked even if he did not know what the humor was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 22:36:12</strong>
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				”I certainly hope there aren’t any skunks in the area where we will be camping. I can stand their smell, but I am sure Rose would want to relocate the camp” he said with a smile.<br><br>He listened attentively as she narrated the list of items needed. She had evidently thought this over, or she was fairly experienced with camping basics. It looked like she was more than just a competent governess who was capable of handling a lot many more responsibilities. <br><br>He noticed her blush and laughter and wondered what it was all about. Did he miss something about the cocoa, and the cookies? He was not sure, but he grinned back at her. <br><br>“You could bring your own favorite pillow as well, Miss Smithson. And your favorite book and one for Rose as well.” <br><br>Then an image of her chasing away foxes and badgers made his grin bigger.<br><br>“And in case you do get scared, you could take my tent. And I will stand guard outside and shiver in the cold” he said and chuckled.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 23:02:05</strong>
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				"I shall add those items to my list. Now is there anything you wish to bring along that we have not already discussed and I may need to remember should you be late or be distracted with business before hand?"<br><br>She smiled at the idea of him standing guard out side the tent, she could imagine it raining and her thoughts began to lead along a different route in which they had started. The idea of the cocoa lingering but evolving into rain. The feel of water against lips...She shook her head slightly and brought herself out of the mine day dream. <br><br>"I think that I shall be able to take care of myself and Miss Rose though books does remind me to make sure we have a lamp or two with enough oil into burn should Miss Rose become unnerved by anything throughout the night. Does Miss Rose have a comforter of any kind?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 07:34:34</strong>
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				“I think you have pretty much covered everything, Miss Smithson. You could add a good pair of boots, change of socks and a warm scarf to the list as well. Though I imagine the camp fire and the sleeping bags should provide adequate warmth”.<br><br>He also thought that their bodies could seek each other’s warmth as well, but he was not about to say something like that and scandalize her. <br><br>“I would prefer to take three tents, one for each of us. Rose could also sleep in one of our tents in case she wishes, but she has a lively imagination, so I think she would want to spend the night alone in her tent. Her comforter is her favorite red blanket. She should be fine as long as its brought along”<br><br>He did hope that Rose would retire to bed early that evening. He imagined spending some time with Isabella in front of the camp fire, maybe their shoulders close enough to brush against each other. Or maybe her sleeping bag would get all knotted up later and he imagined undoing the knots while she looked up at him.<br><br>His eyes flickered to the side of her body again and lingered for a second or two over the shape of her full breasts. He turned to her with a smile. “And talking about books, maybe we can read each other a bedtime story as well, Miss Smithson” he said playfully. “What book would you like me to bring along?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 09:45:24</strong>
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				"I shall be packing extra just in case the weather should turn while we are out camping. I shall also remember to add her red blanket to the lot. In regards to reading...I am sure Miss Rose would enjoy hearing you read a few dozen times so that by the time she does go to sleep you may be incapable of saying another word."<br><br>She smiled lightly to him though she did consider bringing a book for him to read.<br><br>"How about instead of telling each other what we would bring along, we bring a book each that we think the other would possibly enjoy and surprise each other? Also are you still wishing to discuss the questions I have for you un regards to Miss Rose after she is in bed for the night or do you wish to start discussing them now? Though that would lead to the question how long does Miss Rose normally nap for in the afternoon?"<br><br>At the mention of Miss Rose her mind came fully back to her role in the child's life rather than how her father was affecting her mind and causing her skin to blush more than it had when she was a teenager. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:10:56</strong>
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				He noticed her blush again and since this was the second time in a few minutes, he was sure it was not just a coincidence. He knew what a woman’s blush usually conveyed and for the first time he felt almost certain that their attraction was mutual and not just one way as he had imagined.<br><br>His body filled with warmth at the very thought of it and his smile broadened. <br><br>“We have a large library here, Miss Smithson. You could help yourself to any book as a surprise. I do wish I knew you a little better so that I could make a good selection for you. Maybe we might yet by the end of the week” he added with the smile still on his face.<br><br>“Rose should be awake in another hour or so. I hope you will be able to bring her down for tea. And we can discuss the other questions that you had after dinner. Let’s go for a walk in the garden” he added feeling a little bold.<br><br>The garden was usually deserted at night and it was well insulated from prying eyes. The thought of taking a walk under the moonlight sent a small shiver down his spine. His eyes wandered over her neck and he wondered how it would feel like to kiss her there and a shiver ran through his body again and this time it was one of arousal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:24:28</strong>
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				She nodded her head slightly.<br><br>"Well I have a rather small book collection in my room depending on what I learn about you perhaps one of those will be chosen for you to read. I intend to have her read to be and play a little before bringing her down for tea, bathing and obviously getting her ready for bed. Do you normally put her to bed yourself or wish me to bring her to you to say good night? "<br><br>She spoke as she got to her feet and followed him towards the garden. She inhaled eeply of the sweet scents of the flowers that were growing in the garden and enjoyed the fresh air and quiet that briefly fell between them.&nbsp; She noticed the shiver though did not know why and for a moment was concerned it was due to the air.<br><br>"Do you have a chill? Do you wish me to go and fetch you a coat?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 21:36:30</strong>
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				“No, I do not usually put her to bed though I do drop in once in a while to check on her. I imagine she would want you to put her to bed so you could bring her in to say good night before that”<br><br>The sweet smells of the garden enveloped them when they stepped outside into the sun which had become a little pale. He walked right next to her and he smiled when she asked whether she could fetch a coat.<br><br>“No, a coat would be of no use against this kind of a chill” he said and chuckled before leading her between a tall hedge of roses that shielded them from the house. <br><br>His hand slightly brushed against hers as he reached forward and plucked a red rose after carefully avoiding the thorns.<br><br>“This one’s for you Miss Smithson. The weather’s changing and you will not find too many of them blooming from now on” he said and offered her the rose. <br><br>He wondered how she would react if he actually pinned it on her hair and he smile grew broader at the thought. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 22:02:01</strong>
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				"I shall bring her to you then before I put her down to sleep for this evening. "<br><br>She raised a eyebrow slightly at his comment that no coat would help the chill he was feeling.<br><br>"Oh and why would that be? Perhaps then a warm fire and a hot cup of tea would be far better for you rather than out walking in the cooling air."<br><br>She only just managed to keep her hand from jerking as she felt his hand brush against hers and another shock passed through her finger tips. She watched curiously as he managed to pluck a rose from it's stem so far without getting caught by the thorns and she ever so slowly accepted it. Being just as careful as he not to be snagged along her finger tips by the sharp edges.<br><br>"Thank you Sir."<br><br>She lifted up the delicate flower bringing it to just under her nose and inhaled the sweet scent deeply before lowering it a little in front of her.<br><br>"I am sure it shall make a pleasant splash of colour in my room and touch the air a little with its scent."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 22:22:12</strong>
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				“A warm fire and a hot cup of tea is probably the best offer I have had all day, Miss Smithson. Maybe we can go back to my study after my walk. That is if you do not have any other engagements.”<br><br>It was left unsaid that he expected her to accompany him as well, but it was more than apparent in his voice.<br><br>“And you are welcome. Now did I just detect a splash of color on your cheeks as well, Miss Smithson?” he asked playfully and reached forward and took her hand that was holding the Rose. <br><br>He brought it up to his face and inhaled it deeply before moving his other hand up and plucking the flower from her finger.<br><br>He kept his eyes locked on hers and smiled and pinned the Rose into her hair while holding her hand. “There you go. The rose feels like it’s at home now. Or would you rather see in pinned on your blouse?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 22:40:11</strong>
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				"Well that would depend on how long this walk takes us I should really get to Miss Rose before she wakes up Sir. Though perhaps we could do such on another day so we have a better idea on which books the other would actually enjoy reading on this camping trip?"<br><br>She turned to face himproperly as she felt his hand capture hers gently and lift the flower to his nose.<br><br>"Well I seem to color easily in the fresh air of late perhaps your chill is spreading without my knowledge."<br><br>She smiled to him lightly as she felt him take the flower from her hand and secured it up within the strands of hair, the way it was tied helping it stay there. <br><br>"I think it is perfectly suitable where it is now Sie. I do prefer not to get more holes in my blouse than the moths sometimes manage to gain on me. "<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 22:56:07</strong>
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				Though he did not show it, he was disappointed when she suggested they could&nbsp; meet another day when they had a better idea on the books. But the sensible part of his mind told him that this was the right thing to do. He couldn’t really trust even his own mind any more as she seemed to have a strange but not an undesirable effect on it.<br><br>“Thank you for reminding me about Rose. I do think its about time we got back. I am sure she would like to see you as soon as she gets up”<br><br>His voice was back to normal now and he looked at her sideways as they made their way back towards the house. The sun was on the way down and the rays nearly turned her blouse into a fine sieve. The full shape of her breasts was clearly outlined under it though she seemed to be unaware of it.<br><br>“I trust there are no moths in your current room, Miss Smithson” he said with a smile as they reached a gigantic oak tree in the far corner of the garden.<br><br>“There is a tree house up there. Can you see it? Ever been in one? I spent a lot of my summers up there when I was younger” he said with a laugh<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 23:11:42</strong>
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				She walked by his side as they finished the lap of his garden and smiled as he pointed out the tree house above them. She could it clearly enough though it looked to be in a state of disrepair.<br><br>"I did when I was younger but not for a long time. Perhaps next spring you and Miss Rose could fix it for her next summer? If she of course would like the idea of a little space of her own."<br><br>She began to approach the house rapidly to return to Miss Rose before she stirred.<br><br>"Thank you for the lovely afternoon. I do hope our talk these evening can go just as well as this one has."<br><br>She stepped into the room once more and quickly checked the map once more as she awaited for him to respond and even perhaps have to officially dismiss her a some prefered doing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 21:09:07</strong>
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				“It does look decrepit, but its actually in a fine condition I am sure. It would need to be cleaned up thoroughly and it would be as good as new. You could use it as well if you ever felt the need for some space” he said with a smile on his face. <br><br>They made their way back to the house and he fell half a step behind her as she seemed to be in a hurry to reach the house before Rose woke up. He couldn’t help but admire the way her hips and her bottom moved beneath her skirt. Her bottom was as shapely as the rest of her and he averted his eyes as they reached the living room and stepped inside.<br><br>He noticed her hovering around the map and looked quizzically at her and then realized she may be waiting for his permission to leave.<br><br>“Miss Smithson, as long as you are in this house, you do not need my permission to attend to your affairs. Let us not formalize our arrangement any more than the way it is” he said with a smile on his face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 21:43:41</strong>
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				She smiled to him.<br><br>"Thank you I shall remember that actually and I shall try and remember that I do not have to wait until I am dismissed though that may take a few reminders before I remember on a regular basis. I shall see you at tea time then sir."<br><br>She left the room quickly and took to Miss Rose's room. She had only just sat down and opened a book as Miss Rose began to open her eyes.<br><br>"You are here Miss Smithson. I was not sure you would be."<br><br>She quickly clambered out of the bed and clambered onto Isabella's lap before she could actually say anything.<br><br>"Did you sleep well Miss Rose?"<br><br>"I dreamed of big fish and rainbows."<br><br>Isabella smiled warmly.<br><br>"That sounds like a pleasant dream to have Miss Rose."<br><br>Miss Rose began to settle into Isabella laps and pulled at the book within her hands.<br><br>"What are you reading Miss Smithson."<br><br>"It is a book I found on your book shelf called "Fairy Tales. Would you like me to read you one of them?"<br><br>"Yes please Miss Smithson."<br><br>Isabella smiled as she opened the book and began to read the first chapter of Thumbelina. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 22:00:29</strong>
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				The Duke sat at the couch again and spent some more time looking at the maps and plans of the estate. He had a few markings with a pencil on possible camping sites. There was a site which looked like it would be sheltered from the wind by a dense cover of trees and that looked like it would be the most obvious spot.<br><br>He then packed away the maps and walked over to the small bookcase that had a collection of old volumes. His eyes scanned over the titles and settled on A Midsummer’s Night Dream. He hadn’t read that in a while and he decided that that was the book he was going to share with Isabella. He was not sure if she liked Shakespeare but he would have to take a chance.<br><br>He glanced at the clock and it was fifteen minutes to tea. He decided to read through some correspondence that had been pending for a while. There were also a few letters that needed to be drafted but they would have to wait for tea to be done with.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 22:51:13</strong>
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				After Isabella had read the first chapter of Thumbelina they had gone back and Miss Rose had shown her how much she could read of the first chapter. She did very well for a girl of her age and Isabella was impressed. They then decided to play dolls for a few hours before Isabella noticed the time and told Miss Rose to go and get ready for tea. After they were both ready and Isabella had checked herself suitable for appearing in front of other grown ups though she did not notice one tiny fairy hand got tangled in her hair when Miss Rose had decided Isabella's hair was most suitable for a fairy party. <br><br>She grasped Miss Rose's hand in hers when they made their way down to the dining room and entered without knocking this time. Drawn by the heady scent of food. Miss Rose instantly released her hand as she spotted her father already in the room. <br><br>"Good evening Daddy. Me and Isabella have been reading today. We read about fairies."<br><br>Isabella smiled at least thankful that she had remembered to remove the rose before Miss Rose had seen it. She was not sure how she would of been able to answer any child questions like who put it there. <br><br>She nodded her head gently to the Duke though remained silent while father and daughter spoke. <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 23:15:53</strong>
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				Andrew finished reading a few letters and decided that none of them were important enough to warrant an immediate reply. He placed the letters back on the table and rubbed his eyes. It had been a long day and he was looking forward to some tea. <br><br>And catching up with Rose again. He hadn’t seen much of her as he had been traveling a lot and she seemed to have grown bigger even if was away for a few weeks.<br><br>He got up and made his way to the dining room and he had been there for less than a minute when Rose burst in followed by Isabella. The first thing he noticed was that she had removed the rose, but he knew she had a good reason to. He gave her an understanding smile and then turned his attention to his daughter.<br><br>“We are going camping very soon, my dear. And you shall find out if fairies live in the woods” he laughed and picked her up and set her on the chair.<br><br>He then smiled at Isabella as they started their tea. “So do you think fairies live in the woods, Miss Smithson” he asked in a playful voice.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 23:40:17</strong>
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				She settled down at the table as she began to once more serve Miss Rose what ever was at her hearts content that was on the table which appeared to be roast chicken, potatoes, peas and a onion gravy.<br><br>"I believe that there are elements in this world that are not always visible with the naked eye but with belief and..."<br><br>She leaned into Miss Rose playfully a smile forming on her lips.<br><br>" a little bit of magic..."<br><br>She sat back up as she made Miss Rose smile as she placed her cloth over her lap and began to eat her food. <br><br>"What about you sir, what do you believe in?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:00:35</strong>
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				He couldn’t help but smile when Isabella played along and did not break Rose’s innocent world of make believe. He was sure that Rose’s fertile imagination was already working over time now at the mention of magic.<br><br>His smile turned a little bigger when she addressed him though he did try to keep his expression serious for Rose’s sake. He also had a feeling her question had multiple layers hidden underneath.<br><br>“Fairies and Angels do exist, Miss Smithson. In fact they visit Rose every night after she falls asleep and keep a watch over her” he said and smiled at his daughter who nodded enthusiastically.<br><br>“Yes they do. Sometimes I see them too. They are very pretty and they have silver wings. Will we see any fairies in the woods, Miss Smithson” she turned to Isabella and asked. <br><br>He watched Isabella’s expression and he was struck again by her simple beauty and lack of pretension. The latter was a rare quality these days. He found himself looking forward to the post dinner meeting with her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:44:36</strong>
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				Isabella nodded her head to the Duke when he answered her question but her gaze quickly was returned to Miss Rose for now she was awake she was her focus.<br><br>"You have? How wonderful. Perhaps next time you see them you can ask them to come and visit me in my sleep? As for fairies in the woods. I do not know. I have heard they can be very secretive creatures who observe more than they like to be observed but they can also leave gifts for those that believe in them so I am told. I am sure none the less we could look for them as I hear woods is where they keep their homes. Though we would have to be very careful and very gentle."<br><br>Miss Rose seemed happy with Isahella's answer as she started to eat her food quickly. Isabella observed them quietly while she ate her own at a slower pace than the little girl before her. <br><br>"Do not eat it too quickly or you may find it ends up in your toes rather than your stomach and you shall be hungry again before bed time."<br><br>Isabella smiled nicely to her and placed a hand on Miss Rose's gently to encourage her to slow down as well. Within moments she calmed down enough to at least actually taste her food. <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 21:34:05</strong>
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				Andrew smiled when he saw Rose’s expression as she listened to Isabella’s explanation of the wood fairies. His daughter’s face was solemn and it was obvious that her young mind believed every single word. She does have a way with words and children, he thought looking at Isabella now. <br><br>He laughed when she said the food would end up in her toe if she ate fast. <br><br>“That’s the exact same thing my mother used to tell me when I was small” he said with a smile and then turned to Rose. “And yes, it’s indeed true.”<br><br>They quickly finished their meal during which Andrew had to explain the difference between a pixie and a fairy for Rose’s benefit. He fought to keep a straight face and he hoped Isabella would not poke fun at his explanations when they met later.<br><br>They got up after finishing and slowly walked towards the living room again where he kissed Rose good night.<br><br>“Sleep well, my dear, and remember what I told you about the fairies” he said and handed her to Isabella. <br><br>“I presume we will be meeting later, Miss Smithson?” he asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:39:33</strong>
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				As they reached the large door Miss Rose lifted her arms up to Isabella.<br><br>"Will you carry me please.?"<br><br>Isabella smiled as she reached down and picked her up. She settled against her upper arm and neck.<br><br>"I shall see you in a hour Sir."<br><br>She then turned and smiled to Miss Rose.<br><br>"While I am putting you to bed you can tell me more about these angels that watch over you are you sleep."<br><br>"Well Miss Smithson. They have large wings with feathers like a bird, they..."<br><br>Their voices started to fade as the pair walked along the large corridor and up stairs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:30:53</strong>
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				Andrew listened as the voices faded down the long corridor. Rose’s chattering continued to echo down the hall as he made his way to his study and opened the door and entered. <br><br>It was richly paneled in dark wood and leather and sweet wood smoke was everywhere. Great plans, including plans of war had been formulated here by his ancestors and their portraits seemed to be glaring at him. <br><br>He smiled to himself and thought that the one thing he did not have in common with his ancestors was the permanent scowl.<br><br>He picked up a book and read a few pages. His mind was distracted and the events of the day, including the feel of Isabella’s legs against his on the boat flashed through his mind. <br><br>It had become dark outside, so he walked towards the fireplace and picked up the poker and stirred the logs until the fire grew larger. He looked at the clock on the wall and glanced at the door. Isabella should be here any minute now. Unless she had had difficulty in putting Rose to bed.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:47:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabella quickly bathed and got Miss Rose ready for bed. She turned the lights down low and read her another chapter of Thumbelina. By the time Isabella had got to the end of the chapter Miss Rose was fast asleep. Isabella left her some light to be able to see should she wake up during the night. She placed a light kiss to her forehead and bid her sweets dreams before leaving her charge's bedroom. <br><br>The day had gone well. Extremely well but the approaching meeting with the Duke left her on slight tender hooks. She&nbsp; suddenly felt extremely nervous about the questions she was about to ask. None the less she got her body moving and walked down stairs to his study. She knocked despite the door being open before entering.<br><br>"Sorry I took so long Miss Rose was eager to hear the next chapter of Thumbelina but she is now fast asleep."<br><br>She glanced about the small study and moved to sit on what to her appeared to be the visitors chair on one side of the desk while she watched him stir up the fire. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:21:33</strong>
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				Andrew glanced up from the fireplace when Isabella knocked and entered the study. The fire cast long shadows in the room and her face looked striking against the glow from the fire.<br><br>He looked at her closely and he noticed a hint of nervousness on her face. Maybe it was the lateness of the hour, or the fact that she was alone in a room with a man, or maybe a mix of both. He was not sure yet, but he hoped to have some answers soon.<br><br>“I am glad to hear that, Miss Smithson. I hope she has a good night’s sleep. I know she hasn’t had too many in the last few weeks” he said and walked slowly towards the back of her chair so that he was directly behind her.<br><br>“I know you have had&nbsp; a long day as well, Miss Smithson, so I wont keep you long. Have you decided on which book you would bring along for the camping trip” he asked with a smile on his face and raised his hands and placed it on the edge of the broad back of the chair on either side of her shoulders.<br><br>From his position, he could see the side of her face and when he looked down further along her slender neck, he could see the top of her blouse which had parted just a little bit in the front. <br><br>He contemplated moving away but something held him there. He was not sure whether it was the closeness to her body, or his own needs, but he found himself drawing closer until his body was pressed lightly against the back of her chair.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:18:30</strong>
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				She watched as he moved from the chair and stood behind her though she did not look up to him, instead she kept her attention on the chair he had just rose from. <br><br>"Well I have not decided on which book to select for you yet I think that may be a last minute decision when I know a little more about you. Any way I shall leave that as a surprise obviously and shall we get to the reason we are having this late meeting. I have several questions about what you wish me to teach her for one if there is anything in paricular and what is her normal day time routine. For example what time does she normally get up, have break fast so on and so forth."<br><br>Though she felt his hands grip the back of the chair there was a faint brushing of the back of his fingers through the fabric of her blouse that caused her chew her bottom lip briefly as the odd sensation passed along her skin. She sat up slightly straighter to ease the small contact between them. Trying to keep her mind focused. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 21:26:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew could hear her talking but his mind was in a daze. The physical proximity was affecting him even more than he had imagined it would and he found it hard to concentrate on her words. <br><br>Every fiber in his body was willing him to run his fingers over her shoulder and then over the side of her neck and touch her soft skin. And then run his fingers through her beautiful hair. <br><br>He forced himself to stop these train of thoughts and return to the present.<br><br>“Her routine is like any other child of her age. She gets up at 8 am and is in for breakfast by 8:30 at the latest. Now that you are here Miss Smithson, I imagine she would like to wake up earlier and spend some time with you before breakfast. I imagine you would want to start with lessons immediately after breakfast?”<br><br>He was still behind her and his fingers automatically moved to close the gap she had created and touched the back of her blouse again briefly. He pulled back for a second by clenching his fingers but then he relaxed them and rested the tips of his fingers on her shoulder. <br><br>“What is your usual routine, Miss Smithson? Do you like sleeping in late. You could do that as well on days when you know that Rose has had a tiring day” he said with a smile. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:13:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept her attention on the fire that burned in front of her. She tightened the grip of her hands together on her lap as she tried to keep her mind on the question she had wrote down before. She kept getting distracted by various images that were starting to plague her mind. She could almost feel his breath on her neck and she was half expecting to suddenly feel his finger tips along her skin. <br><br>"I would actually prefer that in the morning after breakfast she had some time to play and shake off some of that energy of hers then get to her lessons, break for lunch and another bit of time to play before returning to lessons in the afternoon until a hour before tea. My hours vary depending on the requirements of what the child and parent wish for themselves and each other. I only sleep in on my days off which we need to discuss as well as my wages Sir."<br><br>She turned to look up at him shifting in her chair enough to look into his eyes properly. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:36:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers lingered on her blouse for a second longer until he noticed the stiff way in which she was sitting. He felt a little ashamed of himself and reluctantly pulled his fingers away but they were still resting against the back of her chair.<br><br>“That sounds like a good plan, Miss Smithson. As for the play time, please feel free to indulge in outdoor activities as well. There is a lot to do in this estate as you can imagine. Knowing Rose, she would want to play with her dolls and indulge in story sessions in the playroom all the time” he said.<br><br>He looked down and met her eyes when she shifted on her chair. When she twisted to face him, her blouse tightened across her breasts clearly outlining their shape and size and he quickly averted his eyes and looked at her. <br><br>“You can have two days in a month off, Miss Smithson. And of course, you are free to visit your family for two weeks during the holiday season. You can decide when you want the two weeks off. Does that sound reasonable to you? And as for wages, I must admit I am a little out of depth, so I would suggest you add a reasonable increment to your previous wage and we should be good with that”<br><br>He moved away and walked towards the fire and poked at it idly, trying to gain control over his senses. There was a fire inside him as well and it burned even hotter than the one in the fireplace.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:37:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would prefer three days off in a month Sire , they can be worked around so that perhaps you would be ehre so my absense would not be that great. Also what are the rules on members of staff sending mail, do we pay ourselves or is it all gathered together and everyone chips in some for what is required as I havehad both in the past."<br><br>She felt her air catch in her throat as he suddenly pulled away from her. Her skin tingled under the blouse where he had touched and she briefly wished that he had not moved away from her.<br><br>"What lessons does Miss Rose excel at and are their any particular lessons you wish me to focus on ?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 19:46:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew looked up from the fireplace and glanced at her. His cheek reflected the glow from the fire as he considered her questions. He poked the logs some more until the fire was bright again and he carefully replaced the poker in its position and slowly moved back to his former position behind her but facing away from her and towards the table that was standing on the side. <br><br>He picked up a diary and quickly scanned through his upcoming tentative schedule.<br><br>“I think three days off in a month would be manageable, Miss Smithson. Either I or one of the maids can take care of Rose on the additional day.”<br><br>He placed the diary back on the table and turned towards her chair again. The heat that was beginning to subside when he had walked away started welling up again and he was sure she was aware of the stillness in the air and the spark of electricity that danced between them.<br><br>He placed his hand on the chair again inches away from her shoulder. It was a test to see if she moved and made physical contact with his hand. <br><br>He finally found his words again and cleared his throat politely. <br><br>“Rose excels in all kinds of outdoors activity as you might have seen today. You seem like a natural outdoors person as well, Miss Smithson, so I would expect you to try and develop that trait in Rose. She is also unusually good at mathematics for a child of her age. She takes after me in that respect” he added with a laugh and slowly clenched his fingers on the back of the chair and moved his body just a little closer to her back.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 21:06:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabella watched him intently as life was brought back to the fire once more and then moved to stand behind her again. She nodded her head respectfully at the mention of three days off a month.<br><br>"That would be appreciate greatly , thank you Sire. If of course there is a case of emergency then I shall certainly arrange to make myself available. "<br><br>She wondered if the feeling of static seeming to crackle between them or whether she was simply actually imagining it herself or creating it herself. She turned slightly in the chair lifting one hand up and placing it on his by accident as she moved to push herself up from the chair. Instead of removing the hand she felt as if it was actually stuck to his while shoots of desire licked up her arm and into her chest. Moments passed, too many moments before she finally managed to convince her hand to actually move as she rose to her feet and with a swift move stood beside him, but facing his side. <br><br>"Sorry I hope I did not hurt you there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaphod</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 21:32:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“And that would certainly be appreciated as well, Miss Smithson” he said when she said would make herself available in an emergency. The only possible emergency he could think of was Rose falling sick and he certainly hoped that did not happen too often.<br><br>He was about to pull his hand and move away when she responded by half turning and placing her hand on top of his. A jolt of electricity passed through his body unlike anything he had ever felt in a long time. His eyes moved down to look at her soft hand and it felt cool and enticingly hot at the same time. <br><br>Her blouse was stretched tight across her breasts and only his supreme will power stopped him from moving his hand forward and cupping her breast and making her his own. He was still not sure whether she would perceive his actions to be taking advantage of her situation and he wanted to be sure that she realized that he was not. <br><br>A soft sigh escaped his lips as she stood up moments later and stood by his side. He turned to face her and there was a smile on his lips.<br><br>“It did hurt a bit but not on my hand, Miss Smithson” he said. “I was hurt you moved away” he added boldly. He needed to know if she felt the same way about him. He moved his hand and took her hand in his and the jolt passed through him again, much more delicious this time.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Between Mourning and Living (Aviva and Zaphod) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 12:10:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabella rose a eyebrow when she heard she had hurt him a little perplexed as she was not quite sure how she could of hurt him at all. She had after all been simply polite though genuine at the same time. As he continued to speak, then it became quite clear into what he was actually referring to. She felt his hand grasp her's gently and that sensation she could not quite place returned. Her lips parted as she lifted her head up to bring her gaze to him but just as she was about to answer, her eyes dilating while brightening at the same time. A faint knock sounded at the door before a dry voice sounded from the opposing side.<br><br>"Sorry to disturb your meeting with Miss Smithsom..."<br><br>The feminine voice stated clearly from the door.<br><br>"But there is a message for you Sir."<br><br>For a moment Isabella was actually confused on who the voice belonged to but then remembered the icy lady who had greeted her at first. She retracted her hand from his quickly and walked to the study door. Her legs shaking beneath the layers of skirts and she opened the door widely. The cooler air seemed chilly to her burning cheeks as she turned to the Lord of the house with a gentle smile.<br><br>"Thank you for answering the questions Sir, I shall see you in the breakfast room tomorrow with Miss Rose."<br><br>She quickly curtsied and then fought the urge to run to her room by forcing her legs to keep to her normal pace even if the walk seemed to take a eternity while the head of staff walked into the Lords office presenting him with a simple piece of paper. <br><br>
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