Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)
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				Title: <strong>Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 20:33:04</strong>
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				Kimberly fidgeted with her sister's gloves, chewing on the inside of her bottom lip. Nervousness churned in her stomach, only the faint hint of cosmetic dusted across her cheekbones saving her from a ghost-like appearance. She's sneaked the cosmetic from her sister, Dorothy the day before. She was to accompany Dorothy and Frederick, soon to be Lord and Lady Whitaker to Somerville's spring Ball. Fine fingers picked ineffectually with the precious lace. Finally Dorothy had gotten married. Frederick barely registered in the gentry, but he was better off than Father. He'd lost three ships last year alone to storms and pirates. The company was failing, and he needed investors. Or husbands. Father seemed to think the two were synonymous. Frederick, though not prestigious or overly wealthy did have quite the inheritance. And with his Father's impending demise, he would stand to receive it soon. <br><br>White fabric ballooned around Kimberly in the rented carriage, emerald green likewise enveloped Dorothy on the other side. Poor Frederick was near plastered to the wall. <em>How in the world had he expected to fit in a carriage with both of us?</em> Kimberly idly wondered, teeth still working on the inside of her bottom lip. It was a nervous habit of hers. One that she had been chastised for over and over again by Mother. But then, it hadn't mattered until two months ago. They had never believed sweet, doe-eyed Dorothy would actually marry. But then, Frederick was minor nobility, overfed and older than recommended. She was his second wife, and hopefully she would actually bear him children. But he was kind, and all that Dorothy could ever have asked for. They both seemed blissfully ignorant about most everything. Quite the match, to be sure.<br><br>The clattering of hooves outside signalled the arrival at the gate. Kimberly's breast heaved within the confines of her dress, as she gulped for air. Her corset barely left room to breathe, let alone hyperventilate from excitement. Fainting was quite the epidemic for a reason. With a quick flick of her wrist, her white, silk fan (A present from Frederick's mother, who was the one providing her with a season, and her dress, generously) began to flutter before her quite clumsily. This was not the time to practice her fan-gestures, and it was less the time to faint.<br><br>Frederick exited first, then the coachman handed Dorothy down. <em>Do not fall. Do not fall. Oh please, lord have mercy. Give me a tiny amount of grace. Just for tonight...</em> she prayed, as she once again closed her fan. Clutching it in her left hand, she extended her right, and wobbly, exited the carriage. Both she, and Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. Behind was Frederick's father's carriage, holding his Mother, the present Lady Whitaker. The four entered the home of Lord and Lady Somerville, the couple preceding. They filtered through the receiving line, the Lady Whitaker introducing Kimberly to Lady Somerville, and Lord Somerville, before they stepped into the relatively empty ballroom. They were early. <br><br>Forcing back a soft noise of discontent, Kimberly followed Lady Whitaker to a pair of chairs, her excitement fading with each step. With her white fan dangling from her wrist by virtue of the bluebell ribbon she had attached to it (An old hair ribbon) and her dance card from the other wrist, Kimberly gazed forlornly around the opulent room. Her startling blue eyes slowly scanned across the papered walls, looking for somebody, anybody, that she knew. Or at least seemed friendly. She was already a near-spinster, it had taken Dorothy so long to receive an offer. And of course, society would never allow two sisters in at the same time, spare twins. <br><br>Her pale, heart shaped face unknowingly took on an expression of helplessness. The white dress that had been altered for her (One of the Lady's older dresses) though well worked, was still unmistakably an older dress. Nothing could save it from age. She looked like what she was: A poor young(ish) woman relying on charity, hoping to make a quick match. At twenty years, she had about two years until she was tragic. Her blond hair was already beginning to lose it's curl. It had been in rags until just before they had entered the carriage. The corn silk-fine strands had always been useless.<br><br>Bowed, pink lips parted as she sighed, boredom quickly overtaking her. It was all the older ladies and the near-tragics that were here so far. And all of the young women already knew each other. They had made their débuts at least a year ago. Next would be the tragic older men, and those who were not as desirable. Then the desirable, new girls, with flushed faces and sparkling eyes, in delicate, custom made white gowns. Then the eligible bachelors that Kimberly never had a chance with. She swallowed nervously as she watched the first gentlemen begin to filter through the receiving line. <br><br><em>I am doomed to a marriage with an old sop...</em> She mused for the thousandth time. Why couldn't she have been born first? Two years ago, she would have been a catch. Young, beautiful, excited, just like all of the women who would arrive in the next hour. Father's company had been successful, then. She would have married a Lord, or perchance even a Count. Now she would manage a doddering old Lord at best. A penniless 'Sir' at worst. She shuddered internally, considering her worst possible scenario.<br><br>And there she sat, in borrowed clothing, the once-white dress subtly stained with age, and at one spot wine, in her sister's gloves and with her hair already beginning to wilt. She was convinced her début was to be the worst of the season. If she were noted, it would be as the most tragic new arrival to the <em>Ton.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 04:06:39</strong>
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				The social hierachy of the rigid British society had never interested William Stuart.&nbsp; The "beau monde", or the Ton as it was more rightfully known in Britain, was full of self righteous conformists who held fashion and the forced politeness of lies in higher regard than scientific truth and practicality.&nbsp; For the young doctor of medicine and social cultures, being forced to participate in the circles of his noble family was enough to make his stomach turn.&nbsp; He had been born to explore the mysteries and scientific certainties of the human condition, not wallow in foolishness in the white walled halls of the upper echelons.&nbsp; <br><br>But, for a man seeking to have the approval of both his family and the patrons of his small medical practice, he had little choice in the matter.<br><br>The small carriage came to a stop outside the gilded halls of Somerville Manor.&nbsp; The couple were known for their excessive parties and public displays of wealth, giving them a high standing amongst those who valued such things which sadly was the majority of society.&nbsp; William sighed crossly as he stepped out of the carriage, his gold handled cane leading the way as he walked without escort into the receiving line to meet with the Somervilles and enter their house proper.<br><br>It did not help that they were also some of his wealthiest patrons and he would do anything to appease them, so that his funding for his studies could continue unabated.<br><br>None of his patrons knew what his studies entailed, as certainly if such a tight lipped society knew, he would arrested for indecency and exiled.&nbsp; They thought he studied the medicine of child bearing, which was true to a point.&nbsp; The newly emerging counterculture of Victorian pornography had become an obsessive pursuit for the young doctor and he studied all of its dark, hidden corners, searching through the repressed desires of a repressed society and finding the primal urges all humans felt on some basic level hidden there. It was exhilarating and he hoped, by attending such events, that he'd find not only patronage, but also a woman, perhaps even a wife, who he might bring into the world he found himself in and share all of his findings with her.<br><br>Women were to be controlled by men, after all, and he was no exception to that rule.&nbsp; Certainly, it was to be expected and that was one of the few facets of his society that he agreed with.<br><br>Adjusting the fine muslin jacket and vest he wore, the doctor exchanged pleasantries with his patrons and thanked them graciously for the invitation.&nbsp; He excused himself from their presence so that they might continue receiving their guests and he entered the hall proper.&nbsp; The opulent room was quickly filling up and his dark brown eyes scanned for anyone of his fellow colleagues or even someone who looked interesting to talk to.&nbsp; Finding none of the men he knew, his gaze quickly scanned the women, in their assorted finery, lounging about the room.<br><br>His eyes fell upon Kimberly and a small smile came to his face.&nbsp; He knew of her, the younger daughter of a merchant's family.&nbsp; He was familiar with her sister's soon to be husband, Frederick Whitaker.&nbsp; He had served as the Whitaker's doctor for some years before he founded his own practice and in passing conversation, Frederick had mentioned his fiancee's sister.&nbsp; Her beauty, while borrowed heavily from the wardrobe of other women, was still something worth considering and the good doctor, after hanging up his top hat and cane, walked over to the blonde tressed Kimberly and bowed deeply at the waist in greeting.<br><br>"Good evening, my lady.&nbsp; Allow me to introduce myself.&nbsp; I am Dr. William Stuart, an acquaintance of your soon to be brother in law, Frederick Whitaker.&nbsp; You are Kimberly, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 04:32:19</strong>
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				A sharp jab in Kimberly's side roused her from her half-stupor. She straightened her posture, though it hadn't truly slumped, and blinked. It took a moment, but her eyes settled on the gentleman striding purposefully toward the two of them. She stifled the urge to frown quizzically to the man. But she knew her paces. Years of etiquette, dancing, singing and every other lesson her mother could conceive had taught her the steps to society's whirl. She nodded to the gentleman with a smile, ignoring his familiar address. "Good evening, Doctor. I am glad to make your acquaintance," She replied, voice measuredly soft. <br><br>Lady Whitaker, of course, ruffled like a mother hen. "<em>Miss Eldon</em> has recently arrived in London, Doctor." She explained, stressing Kimberly's name. "I claimed the pleasure of introducing her to society by virtue of her relation to Dear Frederick's wife." She added. Her jowls quivered with pleasure, her voice warming as she mentioned her son. "She is from the country, but her manners are impeccable." She added. At that, Kimberly flushed a deep scarlet. The woman was a doting mother, and horribly blunt. She expected impeccable manners from others while she unknowingly slandered them. <br><br>"May I ask how you know my Lord Whitaker, Doctor Stuart?" She asked, trying to save face. Lady Whitaker was really quite darling, when she wasn't trying to impress someone. Her peacock blue dress, and the awful feathers in her piled hair clashed horridly with the white and light blue dress she had donated to Kimberly. She looked like a washed-out imitation of the elder woman. <br><br>"Oh, why Doctor Stuart used to treat Frederick," the old lady bowled on. Kimberly fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes, we are still trying to convince Good Doctor Stuart to take him back. He was wonderful for Frederick. Why he treated his... but that is not appropriate conversation for now. Doctor Stuart, why don't you take a spot on Kimberly's dance card?" Lady Whitaker asked, completely forgetting the manners she had so recently tried to correct the Doctor on. "She doesn't have a single spot filled, yet." She added in a conspirational tone. This time, Kimberly couldn't help the helpless sigh that gusted from her lips. She tried to offer a smile, but it was more sheepish and embarrassed than anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 04:48:41</strong>
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				William only bowed further to the older matron of the Whitaker family, being mindful and discreet when he tossed a wink to Kimberly.&nbsp; The Lord Whitaker had been a kind mentor and patron of the young doctor when he was going through his schooling but his esoteric behavior of the sexual nature, along with his appetite for pleasing his equally lustful wife, had been far too demanding.&nbsp; The man's obsession with trying to prolong the act of lovemaking with various Oriental remedies and poultices applied directly to his manhood had been enough to convince Dr. Stuart to start his own practice and to save himself another moment of having to apply said mixtures.<br><br>"Well, Lady Whitaker, my patients are quite demanding these days and sadly, while it would be my honor to return to your employment, I do have to think of my patrons' will as well.&nbsp; It would not be gentlemanly of me to tarnish their trust in me as their physician."<br><br>He smiled politely to the older woman, who continued to fan herself.&nbsp; As the suggestion of dance cards bubbled from the woman's thick lips, William lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.&nbsp; He glanced over at the red-faced Kimberly and offered her a bit of a smile, and another wink had Lady Whitaker's eyes not been glued to his handsome face to see what response her request would generate, so that she might gossip about it to her friends Dr. Stuart "kindly" referred to as "harpies". <br><br>"Why, it'd be my pleasure if Miss Eldon would allow me the honor of being one of her dance partners this evening.&nbsp; Such a beautiful woman of her grace would surely humble my clumsy feet."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 19:24:43</strong>
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				A shy smile broke upon Kimberly's lips. "It would be my pleasure, Doctor Stuart," She replied, untying the card from her wrist, and handing it to him. The blush receded to roses upon her cheeks. This time it was from his flattery. As she passed the card to him, she opened the fan with her other hand, gently waving it below her chin. She watched him as closely as politeness would allow, noting the strong lines of his face, the way his eyes twinkled with mirth at her ridiculous <em>Chaperone</em>. When he'd winked, she'd nearly fallen from her chair with surprise. He was forward, and she was nearly tempted to call him a rake. But she wasn't sure yet. Lady Whitaker was prattling about something, but Kimberly was only listening with half an ear.<br><br>The room was beginning to fill, now. Ladies were beginning to circulate, sometimes on the arm of a gentleman, sometimes not. A few of the older unwed women were wearing scandalously transparent gowns. White gossamer fabric hinting at their bodies in a desperate attempt to gain attention of a potential husband. The gentlemen were standing in clusters, mostly, unless they were seeking out a young woman's dance card, or their intended. Dancing would not be held until after supper, and after the gentlemen had their brandy. Kimberly had already eaten before they left. Mother half always told them never to eat much in public, as it was unseemly for a woman. Kimberly often thought her mother insane.
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				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 20:05:22</strong>
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				He took her score card with a polite smile, removing a gold gilded pen from his breast pocket.&nbsp; He marked his name down in her first available square and then, thinking it over a moment, he rakishly and brazenly filled in the immediate two squares after it with an impish grin.&nbsp; He made sure to tilt his face the other way, so that only Kimberly could see the devilish look upon his handsome features and so that her overbearing chaperon could not.&nbsp; He returned her dance card to her and put away his pen, being mindful that the ink reserve was closed.<br><br>"Well, Miss Eldon, I do believe the first dance is about to start if you are still inclined to my company."&nbsp; He extended one hand to her and bowed slightly, as was required by polite society.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 02:37:48</strong>
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				Kimberly shifted nervously as he took her card, and made a few hasty markings with a pen that was likely worth more than she ate in a month, these days. She smiled, as he returned the card, and slipped it back over her wrist, fighting the urge to see which dance he had claimed. Or, she dared consider, if he'd claimed two! Her cheeks coloured prettily as he bowed, and she placed her fingers upon his extended palm. She stood, having completely forgotten Lady Whitaker, and followed his lead. She smiled shyly to him, whenever he deigned to glance back at her, as they found their places among the other dancers.<br><br>As the music began, Kimberly moved easily through the steps, moving in tandem with the other women, their movements complimenting those of the men, an occasional hand meeting, the brush of their skirts against his thighs. Her eyes watched him, when she could, to see how he moved, and how he danced. <em>Perhaps it is too much to hope, but I believe he would be a suitable husband...</em>&nbsp; She mused silently as the song came to it's end. She clapped politely with the dancers, before turning to curtsey to the Doctor, not believing for a moment he would have claimed the next immediate dance, had he claimed another at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 04:15:24</strong>
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				They moved in perfect sync, her following his lead with precision and much practiced prose.&nbsp; Years of "formal education" for women had resulted in some of the generation's best courtly dances and it seemed, to the young doctor at least, that Kimberly was no exception, almost a guru really.&nbsp; He doubted her head was simply filled with all the silly, simplistic notions of marriage and "polite society" as well with the way she moved when she danced, almost too subtly for notice save by a practiced eye; a shift of the hip here, a move of the hand there, a twist so that her skirts parted away from her legs to reveal a hint of stockinged ankle.&nbsp; She was either a creature knowledgeable of seduction or increasingly desperate.<br><br>Dr. Stuart could guess which it was but he reserved his judgment for a latter date.&nbsp; There was yet another dance to attend to.&nbsp; &nbsp;He offered her his hand once more, to her surprise or joy, and the dance began anew.&nbsp; As they moved through, to a different more formal step, he whispered to her softly.<br><br>"I do so love watching you move.&nbsp; You dance so well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 16:38:51</strong>
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				As Doctor Stuard offered his hand again to her, Kimberly did what every other untried maiden would, simultaneously gaped, and flushed from the roots of her air to the tips of her toes bright crimson. "I-" She started, "Doct- um..." She floundered, until years of training stepped in. Her hand, of it's own volition found his, and again, she followed him through the dance. The flush renewed with his whispered words and she stared at him, knocking her toe to the floor, suddenly less graceful. He had completely thrown her. She watched him more than where she was going, barely suppressing a squeak as her skirts bushed him. "This- this is highly improper, Doctor," She choked out, next time they were near. She knew what people would think. They would think they were betrothed. And then none of the other men would want to speak or dance with her. Half of her thrilled at his bold gesture, the other despaired. Who was this doctor to claim two dances in a row?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 17:09:06</strong>
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				A bold and determined soul was what the doctor was and he had made up his mind to claim her for the evening.&nbsp; He could care less what polite society thought of the gesture, but the flush to the poor girl's cheeks told him that some small measure of reassurance, to counter his seemingly obvious boldness and save her some amount of face.&nbsp; As they went through the motions of the formal dance, her awkwardness carried with it a certain charm that made him smile secretively.&nbsp; She was a woman not accustom to male attention, that much was a given, but there was something else that interested him in her.&nbsp; Call it a spark of the willing, she seemed intrigued where life might led her and he deviously planned to test those limits.<br><br>As the dance ended, the doctor bowed to her once more and clapped politely for the other couples.&nbsp; The dance director called for a short break, allowing the couples in their heavy finery a moment to rest.&nbsp; Many sought out chairs to sit upon or lounged, chatting with others on the dance floor.&nbsp; Dr. Stuart remained fast to Kimberly's hand and his face dimpled as he smiled at her.<br><br>"Well, Miss Eldon, I do say perhaps a nice walk in the fresh air would do me some good.&nbsp; Would you care to join me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 02:48:34</strong>
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				Kimberly knew she should refuse, go back to Lady Whitaker and try to explain. But there was something behind his eyes, something devilishly compelling between those dimples. It was enough to make a girl risk ruin. And that was precisely what Kimberly did. She nodded, not trusting her voice, and followed the doctor onto the balcony for a turn around the gardens. Her chest rose within her corset as she inhaled as much as it would allow, the cool night air doing something to sooth her deep flush. "Doctor," She said, looking up to him. "Why?" She asked unabashedly. Curiosity was a heady drug to Kimberly, and she was loath to deny the urge to investigate.<br><br>Her steps were measured, and she politely ignored the couple nestled in the bushes kissing as they passed, her eyes steadfast on the path before them. She could only imagine what her Chaperone was doing. Likely clucking like a chicken trying to find her, or condemning her. She knew the risk she took with her reputation. Were they away long enough, she could be completely ruined. Perhaps Lord Whitaker would insist the doctor marry her. She doubted it, though. She was a burden, not a cherished daughter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 04:29:16</strong>
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				The good doctor chuckled lightly as they exited the hall of polite society and entered into the more discreet embrace of nature's allure.&nbsp; The gardens were in full bloom, the heavenly scent of roses and other flowers carried on the night's slight breeze.&nbsp; His own steps were measured, but he was leading her away from the eyes of the other couple and further into the gardens.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sounds of nature were all around them, encompassing them from all directions.&nbsp; It was a nice departure from the clucking and preening of the other "hens", as Dr. Stuart often referred to the women of his class.&nbsp; All that noise and so little substance.<br><br>"Well, Miss Eldon... Kimberly.&nbsp; I find you to be a rather beautiful woman who I think has more sense than her class would dictate.&nbsp; I think you're a bold soul trapped in the confines of not only the world's expectations but something like that terrible corset you are wearing.&nbsp; Why, you are gasping for breath!"<br><br>What happened next was pure brazen.&nbsp; His steady hands were at her back, loosening her corset's ties and allowing her to breath more freely.&nbsp; <br><br>"If we are going to walk and have a conversation, I'd like it if you could at least breath."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 16:41:02</strong>
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				Kimberly's cheeks coloured yet again as he complimented her. Most women would not take it as such, but she understood the meaning behind his words. of course then he turned her and started to loosen her undergarment. She stiffened with him at her back, her hands clenching, but she could not tell him to stop. He would ruin her. Who would tighten her corset back up before returning to the party? The dress would not close properly unless it was tightened correctly. Lady Whitaker had been a rail before her children, where Kimberly had curves beneath the harsh boning. <br><br>It did feel nice, however, to be released from the confines. She usually wore her corsets looser than she was tonight. "Doctor Stuart, I must insist you tighten it back up," She aid softly, clenching her hands so they would not shake. She knew what she should do. She should scream, cry, slap him, rush into Lady Whitaker's arms, and tell those assembled what had happened. But that would ruin her much more than it would him. And if no one would bribe him to the alter, she would have no choice but to be shipped off to some Italian cloister, or be governess to some foreign nobility's children. Fear began to assault her. "Please, before anybody sees." She added, a note of pleading creeping into her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:18:03</strong>
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				"Doctor's orders, my dear.&nbsp; I despise the things.&nbsp; So impractical.&nbsp; They pinch your lovely curves into something terrible.&nbsp; Imagine what they do to your insides."<br><br>His words were spoken low, so that only she would hear, but she was right in the end.&nbsp; Such lengths were temporary at best but he absolutely refused to have a good conversation with a woman who would be forced into few words and many gasps simply because of some archaic garment.&nbsp; There were ways around appearances however and the good doctor was more than skilled in a few of them.&nbsp; He slipped off his tweed jacket and in a rather gentlemanly gesture, put it about Kimberly's shoulder, hiding most of her torso and the fact that her corset was loosen from the public's prying eyes.<br><br>"There, now.&nbsp; Everything is preserved, you can breathe, and we can talk.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now, take my arm and let us talk.&nbsp; I wanted to know a few things about you, Kimberly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:24:21</strong>
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				She could not believe his stubbornness. She shook as he offered her his arm. "Please, Doctor. I was simply excited from the dancing. I am fine, now. Please return my clothing to it's original state." Her soft voice was firm, her heart hammered in her chest. She was frightened, trapped by her state of undress, and with no option to beg him to free her. The music had begin again, filtering lazily through the night air. It as not late enough for couples to turn about the garden in earnest. They would all want to dance, still. He had her well and truly. She could not leave until he had righted her garments, but if she did not return soon, Lady Whitaker would be forced to go looking for her young charge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:31:22</strong>
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				My, my, she was just as entrapped in the tangled web of the upper echelons as any lady.&nbsp; Or was she?&nbsp; He decided to test her further, to push back the limits and see what this young woman truly was like beneath all the rumbled lacy layers.&nbsp; He took up her hand and led her further into the garden, as opposed to into the dining hall and the dancing that awaited.&nbsp; He had only signed her card twice but certainly, her chaperon would come looking some time soon.&nbsp; The further into the gardens they went, the darker and less populated it became.&nbsp; Soon, they found themselves near an old pond and well out of earshot of the other guests.&nbsp; He directed her to a marble bench, littered with leaves and other bits of foliage.&nbsp; As she sat, he knelt before her and his strong hands were suddenly around her ankles, unlacing her boots.<br><br>"Now, Kimberly, we are going to enjoy ourselves without being confined to such terrible clothing.&nbsp; I think we should dip our feet into the pond like we did as children and share a good conversation.&nbsp; If the stuffy old broad comes looking for us, I'll handle her.&nbsp; Now be a good girl and help me with these shoes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:42:36</strong>
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				Kimberly trailed behind him, unable to refuse. She could not believe what she was doing, what he was doing! It was a scandal waiting for somebody to make it public. It was frightening. But beneath that, is was exciting. She knew quite well that she could be damning herself, but she had no choice. She sat, as he directed her, frowning slightly as he knelt. Her hands pressed against her mouth to stifle a gasp as his fingers began to unlace her boots, one cupping her ankle most intimately. "Doctor Stuart!" She exclaimed, mind blanking for a moment.&nbsp; She looked around. They were well and truly alone, and she doubted they would be found easily. She watched, unable to bend and help, though she didn't move to stop him. "How?" She asked softly, her hands moving to press against her heated cheeks. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:48:12</strong>
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				The doctor chuckled softly, shaking his head as he pulled her stockinged foot free from her left boot.&nbsp; He glanced up at her with his light colored blue eyes and winked, as his deft hands began to work on her other boot's laces.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good lady, I'm a doctor and with such things comes certain prestige and privileges.&nbsp; Why, I simply tell her that you were overheating in these drab, heavy clothes and needed a good dip in the pool to cool yourself down.&nbsp; On my word, I think it is so with how flushed your cheeks have become!"&nbsp; <br><br>The other boot came free and he pulled it off her dainty feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;What he did next was equally as shocking as his hands disappeared up her skirts, to the top of her thighs and started to roll her stockings down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:55:34</strong>
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				Again, she stifled a gasp as his hands brushed up her thighs. Her eyes were wide as saucers as he slowly stripped the fabric from her legs. But his excuse would be taken properly by Lady Witaker. She adored the doctor. Her teeth worrying into her lower lip, Kimberly finally nodded her assent. "As long as you promise to right my clothing," she pressed, as her bare feet hit the stone, still warm from the recently set sun. Kimberly could not believe what she was doing. She should be inside, as proper, dancing and hoping to catch a man's attention, not outside with a rakish doctor preparing to wade in a fountain. But the part of her that would run with the boys when she was young, and catch frogs in her Sunday est thrilled at the idea of doing something improper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 18:19:01</strong>
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				He balled up the silk stockings and stuck them in her discarded boots.&nbsp; She had such pretty, pasty legs, pale as was the style of the gilded age they lived in.&nbsp; There was a delicious softness to her skin as his fingers brushed against it, inviting all sorts of unpure thoughts into his rakish mind.&nbsp; He was indeed a lover of women and she was certainly one of the most beautiful he had seen in recent years.&nbsp; He could sense that adventurous spirit she possessed because if she didn't, he would carry a stinging cheek and a mark, a blemish, upon his social honor.&nbsp; He cared not either way, obvious since he took the risks they were both taking so eagerly.&nbsp; His fingers were removed her leg and he set about removing the knee high cavalry boots he wore.&nbsp; It was all the rage amongst the gentlemen class right now, even if they didn't ride.&nbsp; He was an expert rider however and they fitted him rather nicely, almost giving him a dashing appearance.&nbsp; <br><br>As his feet were bared, he took up her arm and led her towards the leaf littered surface of the pond.&nbsp; It's waters were cool and inviting and he wasted no time in enjoying the sensation of their cooling balm on his tired feet.&nbsp; <br><br>"See?&nbsp; How wonderful is this to just discard the foolishness of the rules of society and return to nature?&nbsp; Relax in its bounty?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 18:36:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly watched, her blush still riding high on her cheeks, as he bent to remove his own boots. Well, she had gone this far. She stood as he did, hesitating long enough to haul her skirts up around her knees, and stepped into the pond. She gasped as the cool water touched her feet and ankles, overheated from stockings and too-tightly laced boots. She sighed, however, in contentment as the water soothed her small feet, and tiny, curled toes. She looked up to the Doctor as he spoke, and nodded in sheepish agreement. He was correct, even while he was ruining her reputation. He was a dangerous acquaintance, and she was not certain whether she liked it or hated it, yet. "You are right, Sir, though this would ruin the both of us should we be caught," She half-whispered. <br><br>Even as they waded, Lady Whitaker had decided the two had been in the garden far longer than proper. She bustled through the ball room, trying (and failing) to be unobtrusive, before beginning her search of the gardens. Along her way, she managed to upset three kissing couples, and mentally filed their names away to report to the girls' fathers. The couples would be wed within the month, she projected. As she searched further into the garden, she began to grow irritated. It just suited that the girl was off, ruining herself with her Doctor. She didn't know how society worked, never mind the ungratefulness the girl was showing! How dare she?<br><br>And then she rounded the corner. "My god!" She gasped, as she stared at the two wading in their hosts' fountain - bare feet, and in Kimberly's case, legs! And if her guess was not incorrect, the ungrateful wench had allowed a man to loosen her corset! How dare she? The audacity! Race coloured the woman's doughty face, as she began to shake from head to foot.<br><br>Kimberly whirled as the Lady's voice sounded, all colour draining from her face. She wobbled on the slippery bottom, though she managed not to fall as she gaped. Her insides fled, and she gaped like a fish. And then she dropped her dress, soaking the layers upon layers immediately.<br><br>That was it. She was ruined.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 18:44:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cool, inviting waters were beginning to relax his mind, making him feel like himself again.&nbsp; The tightly wound knot of disgust and impatience he normally possessed at these functions from having to wear the mask of politeness despite hating half of those bastards in the dancing hall was beginning to unravel and allow him to truly be himself around an adventurous young woman who he was finding himself quite attracted to.&nbsp; Perhaps there could be something more?&nbsp; Something that would please everyone involved?<br><br>His thoughts halted to a stop as Lady Whitaker appeared from around the rose bushes, her wide face aghast and drawn into a scowl.&nbsp; Dr. Stuart sighed heavily, trudging through the waters and taking Kimberly by the arm, pulling her out of the waters and their brief moment of free revelry.<br><br>"Lady Whitaker!&nbsp; How charming it is to see you once again.&nbsp; Miss Eldon nearly passed out from heat exhaustion.&nbsp; I thought it best to cool her down by any means necessary or the poor girl was going to suffer some permanent malady!&nbsp; You know how terrible that would be!"<br><br>The unspoken idea of how it might affect her marriage propositions hung thick in the air as the good doctor took Kimberly's hand and led her to sit down on the marble bench, leaving him to turn on his charm and try and smooth out the situation as best he could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 18:59:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly could almost hate Doctor Stuart for how easily he lied. She followed him, fighting a grunt at the suddenly thrice-as-heavy sodden garments. She settled onto the bench she had so recently gasped upon, as his fingers brushed her thighs, and looked between the two. She didn't speak. She couldn't even think to speak. <br><br>Lady Whitaker drew herself to her full height, taking a deep breath to soothe her expression. The girl would have to be spirited away, somewhere. And she would have to ensure a marriage between the two. Her own reputation would be blemished if she did not fix this, and fast. She may have been a social dunder, but Lady Whitaker could think quickly when it was important. "You will, of course, be proposing marriage to miss Eldon." She stated, not even bothering to pretend along with the lie. "If you do not, then it will be my personal mission to ruin your practise, Doctor. It will not be difficult. You work with women? Imagine this gets out, a Doctor, using his position to seduce young maidens to ruin. Come, Kimberly."<br><br>She said, turning on her heels to stride from the gardens, straight to the carriages.<br><br>Kimberly sat, dumbfounded. She looked to the Doctor, for the first time in the disastrous night fighting back tears. She was absolutely, without chance of&nbsp; redemption, ruined. And it sat on him to make the best. He could go to the colonies. It would not follow him there. She, however, was doomed.<br><br>"<em>Kimberly!</em>" Lady Whitaker snapped, from halfway down the path. Kimberly snatched up her boots, and ran, forgetting she had the Doctor's waistcoat. She climbed, sodden, into the lesser of the two carriages, and they set off. The drive was silent. Lady Whitaker left her in the carriage, promising they would speak in the morning, before walking primly into her town house. After a moment, Kimberly followed, in a daze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 19:36:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I imagine you would try to ruin me, you stuffy old bat, heaven forbid you keep your crow's beak out of other people's lives.&nbsp; Kimberly, I'll call for you in the morning, my dear."<br><br>His heated words echoed in the garden and Lady Whitaker's face could not have turned more red.&nbsp; She was quick to shuffle off with Kimberly in tow, her nose peaking high into the air with all the snobby sophistication it could muster. <br><br>His gamble had failed miserably.&nbsp; Lady Whitaker's threats were not without merit but he could easily withdraw from London, perhaps visit old acquaintances in India.&nbsp; He sighed, shaking his head as the two women fled from the gardens.&nbsp; No, he could not let this upset his practice.&nbsp; He had a lucrative career here in the heart of London and this was merely a setup.&nbsp; He'd have to salvage what he could of the situation and make the best of it.&nbsp; However, he was not about to let poor Kimberly, the truly innocent one in all this tomfoolery, get ruined by his impulsive actions.<br><br>No, he would do his best by her, even if every rational part of his brain said to take his chances and spurn whatever polite society expected of him.&nbsp; <br><br>Gathering up his own belongings, he made haste towards his own carriage and headed back to his estates.&nbsp; There was much work to be done in the morning.<br><br>~~<br><br>The early morning light shone through the oak trees on the grounds of the Whitaker estates.&nbsp; The young doctor was dressed comfortable in a tweed suit, with a simple double breasted jacket and a black bowler hat.&nbsp; His customary spectacles rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose.&nbsp; He checked his golden pocket watch, noting the time was late enough in the morning for polite company and made his way up to the door. He knocked twice and waited for entry.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 22:11:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly cried herself to sleep that night. The dress, her best dress, was ruined, she was ruined, and Lady Whitaker would like as not throw her out on her ear if not the next day, within a week. When she woke, her face showed every evidence of her weeping, which, of course, set her off again. There was no lady's maid, today. She washed her face and hands with the water left from last night, and struggled to dress herself, as she had struggled to undress the night before from the complex bindings. She wore her next-nicest dress, knowing it was foolish to hope the doctor would truly call upon her.<br><br>With that done, she surveyed the damages to her dress. The bottom foot or so were completely ruined by the murky fountain's water. She sighed, finished crying for now, and set to plaiting her hair back demurely. She had to get her things in order before she was asked to leave. She wouldn't overstay her 'welcome'. She had enough money to get home, at least. Then she could start her search for employment.<br><br>A young footman opened the door as the knocks sounded, admitting Doctor Stuart into the house, and showing him to the lesser drawing room. There he was left, as the footman went in search of Lady Whitaker. There the woman met him, respondent in a deep blue gown. She walked into the room, and sat in the grandest chair, gesturing for him to sit. As far as she was concerned, the Doctor could see Kimberly again on their wedding day. She sat straight, hands folded in her lap as she waited for him to speak. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 12:32:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Stuart eyed the woman with open contempt.&nbsp; There was no need to hide behind the rules of their polite society anymore as far as he was concerned.&nbsp; She had decided to consciously ruin him.&nbsp; To him, she was a waste of time and money.&nbsp; He had known the Lady Whitaker a long time, had always disliked the woman greatly.&nbsp; She was a bi-product of her age and he'd be damned if she was going to win over him in any matter.&nbsp; But, for Kimberly's sake, and to save his practice, he'd rather be damned than poor.<br><br>"You demand a marriage do you?&nbsp; Well, I had fully intended to ask to court Miss Eldon regardless of your insignificant demands.&nbsp; Now, where is she?&nbsp; If I am to begin courting her, I would speak with her and if you deny me, I will find a way to bring her to my estates before the evening is through."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 16:15:08</strong>
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				"There is no courting to be done." Lady Whitaker replied loftily. "I have already posted the banns. You will be married in three weeks hence. Until then I expect you to keep yourself from my estates, or I shall call for the police!" She replied simply. Her neck could likely have not stretched further, nor could her nose reach further into the air. She had decided quite easily to ruin him. She'd already disliked him for abandoning her husband. They both had suffered as a result. There was not another doctor capable of treating Frederick as Doctor Stuart had. She stared down her nose at the man, obviously feeling like she had won. How in the world would he get Kimberly away from her house? Kimberly would be kept in confinement until she was wed. She would no longer be the Lady's responsibility, and then she could ruin herself all she wanted. The Lady had not gone out yet, today, but she had no doubt that the two were the talk of the <em>ton</em>. A young man and lady, who danced for two consecutive dances, and then completely vanished? Along with her Chaperone? That would not go unnoticed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 16:51:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Stuart took solace in the knowledge that the old bat was surely going to expire sooner rather than later.&nbsp; Ever since he had left their employment, it had been a constant barrage of letters and pleas for him to return to their employment, to help her husband's failing health.&nbsp; William honestly liked her husband; he had been something of a mentor to him and a patron in his twilight years.&nbsp; But, his wife was unbearable.&nbsp; She saddled her opinion upon everyone else and expected it to be followed like some mandate handed down from God himself.&nbsp; Dr. Stuart adjusted his tie and nearly laughed in the old woman's face.<br><br>"Set your dates and call the police then, if you must, Mrs. Whitaker.&nbsp; You do any such thing and I'll make sure that no physician in this city touches you.&nbsp; Don't think you are the only one who can ruin others."<br><br>His words rang with some truth.&nbsp; Amongst the doctors of the city, there was a code of brotherhood.&nbsp; They gossiped and caroused just as much as any upper class women did.&nbsp; One word and he could make it very difficult for her and her husband to gather the help they needed.&nbsp; He didn't care to do it but if she was insisting on being a hag about the whole situation, well so be it.<br><br>"Now, my demands are simple.&nbsp; We will meet in the middle.&nbsp; I will marry Miss Eldon in three weeks time.&nbsp; You can handle all the wedding arrangements if you so desire but she will be coming with me this afternoon to my estate so that we might talk and plan our future.&nbsp; If you do insist on denying me that, I can speak with Dr. Hendricks and make sure that he doesn't make house calls on you again.&nbsp; He does value my opinion quite highly you know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 18:31:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That certainly knocked Lady Whitaker down a notch or five. Her eyes widened, and her lips tightened as she stared at him. She had no doubt he would do as he threatened, same as she would. She stared at the shrewd doctor, eyeing him for a long time. "She will need a chaperone." She replied snappily. She did not like being gotten the better of. "I will be there, and she will not leave my sight. I will not be made a fool of, Doctor Stuart. I am a very busy woman, and I do not wish to be inconvenienced by your whims. From now until the wedding, you will request any audiences you wish with Miss Eldon one day in advance, else you will not be seeing her at all. Do you understand?" She demanded.<br><br>That little wench. Lady Whitaker wished she'd never heard the name Eldon. She wished her young Frederick had never married. She wished he was still a boy, who wanted his momma more than the nurses. "We will arrive promptly at three. Good day, Sir." She dismissed, standing to leave the room. The footman would show the doctor out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 19:00:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor chuckled softly, standing as she made her final demands.&nbsp; Oh no, the old bat was not winning this game.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; He would rather his reputation rot than get the final say.<br><br>"Oh, she will come to my estate by three and without you or any other chaperon of your desire.&nbsp; If she does not, then you can count on my threat being made valid.&nbsp; Kimberly comes alone and on her own will or she doesn't come at all.&nbsp; You will have a hard time finding a doctor who will touch your fragile, aging, sagging body if you don't comply."<br><br>He made his tone ring with finality as he ushered past the footman and let himself out of the estate.&nbsp; As he took up the reins of his horse, he allowed himself a secretive smile.&nbsp; Kimberly had been forced upon him as a wife but there was some part of him that was pleased by the circumstances.&nbsp; She was a beautiful girl who possessed something rare in this day and age: an adventurous heart.<br><br>There was much work to be done, so the good doctor took off for his country estate with all haste. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 20:47:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Whitaker gaped after the impudent wretch. Grinding her teeth, she stomped through the house. How was she to send the girl alone while protecting her reputation? She sat in her room, furiously stabbing her embroidery hoop with needle and thread while thinking. She wasn't likely to call the doctor's bluff. She doubted he would be any more hesitant ruining her chances to see a physician than she would to ruin his practice. She couldn't end a maid with her, maids gossiped. she could not send her alone by any means. A lady would ever be passed unnoticed. And then the idea dawned on her. A lady would not, but a maid on an errand would. Striding through the room, her embroidery forgotten, she began to call for the laundress.<br><br>Hours later, Kimberly paid the cab driver as it pulled to a stop before the imposing gates of Dr. Stuart's estates. She'd been sent in a rough, woollen gown filches from one of the scullery maids. The heat made the dress unbearable, though she could wear her corset lace looser. She pushed the gate open, and began to walk in, basket swinging from her elbow. Lady Whitaker had not told her much, only to put on the gown, take the basket and go to Doctor Stuart's estates for three o'clock. And if she drew attention to herself, she would be thrown out on her ear.<br><br>Her fine hair tucked into a bonnet, and the drab grey dress dragging behind her, she strode up the walk. Lifting the knocker, she allowed it to fall, before stepping back, staring in awe at the house. She could not fault Lady Whitaker for her harsh treatment. Kimberly had caused her nothing but grief since she had arrived. She did not know why she was being sent to Doctor Stuart's estates, nor did she know why she had not been sent away by Lady Whitaker. She shifted nervously, as she waited for the door to open, her head bowed to hide her face from any passers-by.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 21:01:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The country estates of Dr. Stuart were large to be sure, but they paled in comparison to some of the outlying houses of the nobility and gentry that surrounded the lands outside of London.&nbsp; The manor house was modernly built; white marble and cement, with red slate tiles atop the roof.&nbsp; Golden leafwork wrapped around the upper floor balconies and the glass windows shined from recent cleaning.&nbsp; The grounds themselves were well tended and full of flowers, oak trees, and manicured grass.&nbsp; The walkway leading up to the house was cobblestone and well worn with its age.&nbsp; The knocker rose and fell, emblazoned with the standard of the Stuart family.&nbsp; It was only a moment before a uniformed maid answered the door.&nbsp; She blinked at Kimberly and raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; <br><br>"We aren't hiring." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 22:24:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly flushed as the maid opened the door, but shook her head. "I'm not looking for work... I was sent to see Doctor Stuart at three o'clock..." She replied, uncomfortably. The sun was blazing, and she knew how she looked. "Lady Whitaker sent me." She added. Her face burned with the heat and humiliation. She didn't understand why she was sent, alone, disguised. Why did Lady Whitaker not come, or send one of her maids to chaperone? Why was she being sent at all? Had Doctor Stuart sent for her? Questions and humiliation buzzed through her mind. What would she do if the maid sent her away? She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, wondering what she could say to convince the woman, without revealing herself. Maybe she had already said too much...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 23:02:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid was about to reply but she suddenly nodded and disappeared.&nbsp; From just behind her stepped Dr. Stuart, dressed dashingly in a pair of dark trousers and a button down starched collared shirt.&nbsp; He wore a belt around his waist and appeared quite casual.&nbsp; He smiled broadly at the disguised Kimberly and stifled a chuckle.&nbsp; <br><br>"So the old bat sent you as a scullery maid.&nbsp; Well, I'm sure that speaks of her opinion on me."<br><br>He opened the door wider, indicating that Kimberly should come in.&nbsp; Her cheek were flushed, the poor girl must have been haunted by so many questions!&nbsp; Why was she here?&nbsp; Why had she been allowed to come alone?&nbsp; <br><br>Dr. Stuart led her into his drawing room.&nbsp; It was richly decorated with bookcases stuffed with many different leather wrapped tomes, a liquor cabinet filled with various bottles, and overstuffed furniture.&nbsp; He offered her a seat and took one himself, crossing his legs and still carrying that inviting, warm smile.<br><br>"I'm certain you have a great deal of questions, Kimberly.&nbsp; I'll answer the most obvious one first: Why are you here?&nbsp; Well, because, I am to marry you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 15:25:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly stepped sheepishly over the threshold to his house, head bowed in shame. She was woefully under dressed compared to the Doctor. She could barely look at him for the shame. She wasn't supposed to be there! Not alone. She was supposed to be at Lady Whitaker's taking callers. Or in the park, walking, hoping to meet someone. She was supposed to be doing something all normal debutants did, not sneaking over to the rake who had ruined her's house! Never mind that he was quite dashing, and quite kind. Never mind that she had not insisted hard enough that he put her to rights. She was in a scullery maid's dress sneaking along the underbelly of society. She hadn't been asked! <br><br>She sat in the chair opposite, folding her hands in her lap, and ticking her left ankle behind her right. Anger finally started to spark deep within her. He hadn't asked her if she wanted her corset loosened. Hadn't asked her if she wanted to go wading in the fountain. Nobody had asked if she wanted to meet with him. Her head remained down as he spoke, trying to disguise her nervousness and anger. She wanted to say something, but she was also afraid. She was always afraid to say something when she was bothered.<br><br>Kimberly's head snapped up as he announced that they were to be married. She knew, of course, that was the only way she and Lady Whitaker could save face, but the Doctor? She gaped at him like a fish for a moment, before snapping her jaw shut. "Why?" She asked simply, a half frown of confusion crossing her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 17:55:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor paused after he had spoken, watching her demure gestures.&nbsp; But, something in those lovely eyes of hers spoke of humiliation and anger, a brooding temper that was slow to spark but would kindle its flames for a long time to come.&nbsp; She had fire in her soul and this brought a fierce grin to his handsome face.&nbsp; She was an adventurous one, but she was cowled by her upbringing and all the terrible restraints of society.&nbsp; Oh, how he'd enjoy tearing those away and finding out who she truly was.<br><br>He crossed one leg over the other as she asked why he wanted to marry her.&nbsp; Oh, there were a variety of reasons; to save his career, to make Lady Whitaker choke on her own stupidity once he made her into the perfect wife, to have sexual rights to her legally.&nbsp; But, he choose one reason that might make her feel appreciated, to make her feel wanted. The poor girl needed a reason to smile.<br><br>"Because I think you're a lovely woman with a strong mind and a good devoted heart.&nbsp; I want to know you, Kimberly, as both my wife and my equal.&nbsp; I want you to be a part of everything I work for."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 23:01:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly looked back down, at his response to the pointed question, the compliment stilling her. It wasn't a common thing, for her to be complimented. Mother had always been telling her how to <em>improve</em>, and Lady Whitaker had barely been social with her, even before this fiasco had begun. She again, stared at her folded hands, her teeth worrying into her bottom lip. The wedding would be held post-haste, she supposed. And then? Would he really want to know her? Would she be left to her own devices, with him coming to her at night? Would he expect her to run his house? She had never lived in such a grand place, even when her Father's company had been successful.<br><br>"And after the wedding..." She began, "How will I be expected?" it was the only thing she could think to ask. She wanted to know what would be expected, so she could prepare, learn what it took to run a household, what wives were to do differently than girls. Her dowry was minimal. Fifty pounds, and options within Father's business. Of course, those options would work both ways. It would open the doctor up for her father to ask for funds. He was a shrewd old man, and Kimberly did her best to avoid his work. It was a failing business, and she was glad, at least, to be away from it's down fall. Mother and Father would have enough to retire on, and could likely beg more from their daughter's husbands. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 05:19:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Stuart watched the girl who was to be his wife furrow her brow and bite her bottom lip, sure signs of nervousness, worry, stress.&nbsp; He stood from his seat on the high backed leather chair he had claimed as his own and took a seat on the arm of her own chair.&nbsp; One of his arms fell upon her pale, gray-clothed shoulders and pulled her close, squeezing her upper arm with what was meant as a reassuring gesture.&nbsp; They barely knew each other but the restraints of their society dictated that they would have to make due with what they had been given; the cards were dealt and there was no going back, for the sake of their livelihood and future, no matter how dim it might seem.<br><br>"Why, as any wife would like to be expected.&nbsp; You are to run the household, which trust me, is very minimal work.&nbsp; I have but four servants and it is just I who lives here currently.&nbsp; I would ask you to educate yourself, as I would not marry a woman who does not cherish tuning her mind.&nbsp; And of course, I would like you to assist me with my ... life's work."<br><br>He smiled broadly, proudly, at that last bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 06:01:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly turned to him, looking up as he sat beside her on the chair, pulled her against his side. She craned her neck, tilting her head back to meet his eyes for a moment. "And... what is your life's work?" She asked softly, wondering why he had paused before the words. She assumed he meant something to do with his practise, though she couldn't imagine what. Perhaps his life's work was to have a healthy and happy family, to produce heirs, or perhaps to explore God? She couldn't think of many other worthy life goals, though she knew there were others than the three. His smile confused her more than the pause. It was as if she were on the outside of a funny joke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 06:06:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood as she questioned him, walking in a slow circle around the drawing room.&nbsp; He was going over the correct words in his head, how to best explain it to a woman who was going to be at the center of the truth of his existence.&nbsp; The handsome doctor decided not to dance around the issue like some "courtly gentleman" would, to hell with polite society and its obfuscating ways.&nbsp; Best to be truthful and straight forward, he always said, and to give them the fullest explanation and let them figure out the details for themselves by experiencing them.<br><br>Spreading his arms wide, he smiled proudly.<br><br>"I am exploring human sexuality.&nbsp; I am a doctor of the physical and mental implications and practices of our sexuality and its rituals, courtships, and pursuits.&nbsp; And you, my dear, will be the canvas on which I paint my life's work.&nbsp; Your body and your mind will know only pleasure from now on and how to properly embrace both together for the ultimate enlightenment."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 06:20:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly's jaw dropped. She gaped up to him like a fish, again, as he told her, bluntly, that she would be his experiment in sex. It was a joke, it had to be. "I... you..." She stuttered. "This is a jest, right? You are joking?"She asked. Sex was straight forward. Husbands and wives had it. She'd heard whispers of 'closing your eyes and thinking of England'. She'd heard how loose women sought out sex as if it were game. She didn't know what it was, really, just that it was something proper women endured in order to have children. Whatever she had been expecting, it was not this. She wished he had said anything else, that his life's work was learning how to make childbirth safer, or perhaps looking for the cure to womanly ailments, but this? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 06:32:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That open mouthed look of hers was becoming troublesome.&nbsp; This is why he wanted her to educate herself, not to be forced to fall back upon the ill informed boundaries and outdated ideals of the so-called "polite society".&nbsp; This would not stand, he decided, and he moved to stand in front of her, kneeling down before her and taking her hand in his own.<br><br>"My dear Kimberly, there is nothing humorous about my work.&nbsp; We are meant to be sexual creatures, to enjoy the act instead of locking it away inside and doing it only to produce children who will die for crown, country, and glory.&nbsp; No, sex feels wonderful for a reason.&nbsp; People have a plethora of ways of seeking pleasure, all of them joined together by the quest for sexual experience.&nbsp; Have you never touched yourself?"<br><br>He eyed her, waiting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 06:47:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Touch myself? I..." She shook her head. It was only a part lie. When she was younger, she'd done it. Once. Mother had found her. That was perhaps the only lashing she'd ever gotten. "No, of course not. Ladies do not touch themselves," she added, frowning slightly. She looked away, eyebrows furrowed. She had quoted her mother, directly, for that one. But the idea intrigued her. Sex feels wonderful? Did it? Perhaps for men... She pondered the idea for a moment. If it felt wonderful, why were women told to think of England?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 07:03:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't surprised.&nbsp; So bound up in the constraints that all women had placed on them since birth, she might have tried it but been chastised immediately, feared into believing that her immortal soul would be dragged to an imaginary Hell by imaginary demons for something that was, as far as science and he was concerned, perfectly normal.&nbsp; No wonder the good doctor was an atheist, instead believing in rationality and thought over blind devotion and fantasy.<br><br>He shook his head, sighing heavily.&nbsp; He ran a hand over her shoulders, to the tender muscles in her petite neck, rubbing that spot, playing with a wisp of her hair.<br><br>"My dear, it is a perfectly natural thing.&nbsp; It feels wonderful because it is how our bodies are meant to respond to it."<br><br>He paused a moment, an idea coming to him.&nbsp; If she was to be his wife, then she would have to understand the reality she was going to be marrying into.&nbsp; Did actions and evidence not prove truths?<br><br>He moved to stand in front of her again, kneeling down slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Would you care for me to prove it to you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 07:19:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly tried not to react as his fingers strayed over her neck, a shiver fighting to run down her spine at the touch. Her teeth worried into her bottom lip, as her cheeks heated, and her eyes stared into his. "I... you can... But it's improper..." She replied, shocked, and in no small part intrigued, by his offer. "We are not yet married..." She added. They were false protests. Her curiosity had been piqued by his mast night, and she wanted to know what he meant by feeling wonderful. What would he do? It was behind closed doors, she was already ruined... They were to be married... "How?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 07:33:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The protests were indeed false as she asked how, the inquisitive and adventurous spirit he had hoped to find in her coming to the surface.&nbsp; He smiled at her warmly, enjoying the look of her flushed cheeks, dimpled and reddened by his touch.&nbsp; He leaned closer, his hands trailing up to her knees and pausing there, feeling the coarseness of her drab gown.&nbsp; He rested his weight on his bent knees as he spoke to her.<br><br>"By stimulating your sexual facilities.&nbsp; There is nothing sinful about it, since we are behind locked doors and you are to be my wife.&nbsp; No one will know what we do, what we care to share with each other."<br><br>He then kissed her lips softly, a first shared kiss of hopefully the many that would come afterward.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 16:59:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly stared into his eyes, her own wide and innocent. She wanted to trust him, but she was frightened. They shouldn't. She shouldn't. Not until they were married. What if he ran? What if he fled to the colonies? But what if he didn't. What if he were being truthful? What if the pleasure he promised existed? Her lips parted slightly, as he spoke, her breathing speeding up from his closeness. She felt hot, flushed, scared and intrigued. It was as if she could suddenly feel everything, the gown itched, she wanted out of it. She wanted to be in a bath, washing the feel of the coarse gown from her skin.<br><br>She inhaled deeply, as he leaned close, eyes widening as his lips pressed into her's. A soft noise of alarm escaped her throat, even as her lips moulded beneath his. Her eyes fluttered closed, as she tentatively returned the kiss, her lips pressing back against his. A small shift, and their lips embraced, her upper and lower lips around his bottom lip. And then she pulled back, eyes snapping open, one of her hands pressing against her mouth in shock. At what he'd done. At what she had. It had been... pleasurable to kiss him. Her heart had thrilled in her chest, and for a moment, she could almost believe him. "I... You..." She couldn't think, she had no idea what to say. She should slap him. Berate him for taking advantage before the wedding. She should... she should... But she suddenly didn't want to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 17:31:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That stammering, that hesitant but wholehearted indulgence in kissing him had made her heart flutter.&nbsp; He could feel it beneath his hand as he ran his fingers up to brush against her breasts, to lay over her heart.&nbsp; He smiled at her then, seeking another kiss, and then another before breaking it to speak to her in a honeyed whisper of words.<br><br>"You and I, there is going to be nothing else.&nbsp; Just follow my lead and I can bring you into a world of pleasure you have never known before.&nbsp; One step at a time though, my dear."<br><br>He kissed her for a fourth time, this time using a bit of his tongue to explore the top of her mouth, to tease her own tongue.&nbsp; After a long moment, he broke away from her completely, to stand a few feet away, waving for her to stand.<br><br>"Undress, Kimberly, and I will show you the truth."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 17:59:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly couldn't help the shock hasp, as his hand brushed over her breasts, lay across her chest, her heart pounding beneath it. Her hand fell away, to be replaced immediately by his lips, again, her face flushing beneath his attentions, her mind fleeing somewhere far away. For a moment it was only their lips. His against hers, one on top of the other, and she was list in the sensations. A shiver ran down her spine as he whispered to her, promises. This was utterly improper. She didn't know how, but she knew ladies were never supposed to respond like this. Feel like this. Was there something wrong? But he was a doctor. He would know. He wasn't concerned. She made a soft noise as his lips met her's once more, her mouth opening under his guidance, his tongue dipping into her mouth. She gasped as he did, one hand clasping in his shirt. It was strange, it was confusing... It was wonderful. Her tongue met his, tasting him, drawing down the length of him. <br><br>Again, she panted as he straightened, stepped away. Her lips barely touched, as she stared at him, not knowing how she came to be standing. She shuddered softly, until his words jarred her back. "No... I can't. It's not proper..." She whispered, her head shaking, even as she longed for him to kiss her again. Undress? She longed to take off the horrible dress, but in front of a man? Who was not her husband. Even if they were to be married. <br><br>She looked down, ashamed at her reluctance, ashamed that she wanted to. She was afraid. Of stopping, of doing what he said, of how she felt. She was hot, her insides were at once jumping for joy, and absent. Her arms crossed above her belly, her face crumpling. It was too much, there was too much. What was he doing to her? "I think I am ill..." She whispered. "I do not feel I am well..." She had to be ill. What other explanation was there for these feelings?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 18:19:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her reluctance, while holding a certain demure charm to it, was beginning to try his patience, however infinite they might seem at the moment.&nbsp; He looked away, his blue eyes gleaming in the gaslight of the drawing room,&nbsp; He steeled his resolve and squared his jaw, cupping her round, youthful face between his expert hands.&nbsp; He was not going to be deterred by the voice of polite society that was still ringing in her ears, telling her that this was improper, that this was must not be the way of the world, of human sexuality.&nbsp; It had to be bound up and locked away, only the realm of husbands and wives.<br><br>No, this would not stand for the doctor, nor would it be the truth for any woman he married.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at her sternly, crossing his arms.&nbsp; His tone was as equally hard, tempered.<br><br>"Look, Kimberly, if you want to explore this avenue with me, you must comply.&nbsp; Or perhaps you would prefer to remain ruined, cloaked in that horrific society's stigma simply because you were enjoying yourself.&nbsp; It is your decision.&nbsp; I only want to show you the truth of the world and all its pleasures while they would shut you away, a vibrant beautiful woman whose heart should desire what I offer, in some convent.&nbsp; It is your choice, my dear, but do make it soon."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 18:37:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As his hands cupped her face, she looked up. "I'm afraid..." She whispered, shying back at his stern tone. Her eyes dropped again, hands fisting in the harsh woollen folds of her dress. "Please..." She whispered, "I..." She shifted, not sure what to say, the awful dichotomy tearing her within. But she knew she absolutely could not disrobe. She just couldn't. Not until they were wed. She wanted to at least keep that, even while everything else was being torn away. But how she wanted to comply. She wanted his lips again, she wanted to know what he offered, she wanted... Three weeks was not such a long time, was it? "Please, Doctor Stuart... Not... Not until we have married. Once we are, I promise I will do everything you ask, but..." She couldn't help the quiver in her lower lip. She bit down on it, praying he would not change his mind. Praying he wouldn't leave. Why did he demand this of her? Why could he not give her one concession? Last night, he demanded, today, he demanded. She could only do so much. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 18:46:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart was bared before him, as much as he wished for it to be her flesh and not her sentimental heart making demands, pleas, on behalf of that modesty he so loathed.&nbsp; But, he could not guide her if she wouldn't budge.&nbsp; He had to give her something since she would soon offer up everything, as their traditional marriage dictated.&nbsp; His cupped hands remained upon her face, holding her eyes to his.&nbsp; His lips pressed against hers once more, softly, tenderly, before releasing her.<br><br>He nodded, fixing his tie and adjusting his collar, as he spoke.<br><br>"I will respect that then, my dear.&nbsp; In three weeks time, we shall be married.&nbsp; Until then, I ask only that you educate yourself.&nbsp; I have a book for you to read.&nbsp; You... can read yes?"<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, he produced the thin book, barely a hundred pages in a brown leather binding.&nbsp; It was well worn and obviously loved.&nbsp; He placed it into her waiting hands.<br><br>"It's the notes of a doctor from a century before, a Dr. Kinsley.&nbsp; He was a French doctor, but he wrote in English so you should be able to read it.&nbsp; It goes over the physical and emotional pleasures of sex and human sexuality in laymen's terms.&nbsp; You should be able to at least get some sort of basis on my work then.&nbsp; There is a particularly interesting section on fetishes I want you to pay attention to.&nbsp; Make a nice list of what you would care to try together.&nbsp; Please do this for me while we wait?"<br><br>He paused, grasping her hands to his own.<br><br>"And hide it from the Lady Whitaker.&nbsp; I don't need any more blemishes on my reputation from that old sow."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 19:28:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly relaxed, as his lips met hers again, eyes closing for a moment until he pulled back. She swallowed, standing in the floor, as he spoke. "Thank you... Yes, I can read," She replied, voice soft. She watched as he retrieved the book blushing as she took it, eyes glancing up in shock as he explained what it was about. But she nodded. She could do that. She could study it until she knew it from cover to cover, she could make notes as tell him what interested her. She wanted to. Curiosity burned within her, and the urge to please. He'd given her respite. She nodded, again. "Thank you, Doctor Stuart. Of course I'll hide it." She added. She offered him a small smile, her emotions still jumbled from the past few minutes. A blush rode high on her cheeks, as she clutched the book. She was partly horrified at what she was doing, the book, what she was agreeing to do. But she was mostly pleased. She wanted to. She liked the idea of disobeying. It was a secret disobedience. It was his disobedience. And Lady Whitaker would never be the wiser.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 00:32:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please, call me William.&nbsp; Or after we get married, husband.&nbsp; I would very much enjoy hearing you call me that, my dear one."<br><br>Such a term of endearment.&nbsp; He had never been one of the heart when it came to speaking to young ladies, instead relying on his own rationality and intellect to see him through such arrangements.&nbsp; But Kimberly Eldon was different, she carried herself with an unseen fascination and curiosity towards the world she lived in and the journey she was about to embark upon.&nbsp; It would an enjoyable marriage, or so he hoped.&nbsp; A partnership of minds and hearts, held together by a mutual pursuit of something so wonderful and adventurous.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood, taking her hands and kissing her lips one last time for the day as he led her out of the drawing room and towards the house's entrance.&nbsp; He called over his footman and told him to prepare the carriage to see Miss Eldon back home to Lady Whitaker's estates.&nbsp; As the servant departed, he took the young woman, his fiancee, into an embrace, whispering to her.<br><br>"Three weeks then, my dear Kimberly, and we shall be married.&nbsp; I will see you on our wedding day and please don't forget to do as I've instructed.&nbsp; After our marriage, there will be so much I will want to show you, a whole new world awaits you."<br><br>As she climbed into the carriage, he waved to her, smiling genuinely for the first time in a long while.&nbsp; Perhaps he was foolishly smitten or was it just the sexual bliss that awaited them both that excited him?<br><br>Three weeks could not pass fast enough. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 00:52:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Three weeks did pass. It was a mix of misery and excitement for Kimberly. The banns passed, and she stayed in the room she had been lent in Lady Whitaker's town house. It suited her fine, as she read the book Doctor Stuart - William, had given her. Her face had flamed upon the first reading, that same feeling of half-panic, half excitement settling in her stomach, as if the doctor were doing the things described to her. He would. Soon. Perhaps that thought made her blush most of all.<br><br>She wrote, in neat handwriting the list he had asked for, though it was not very long. She didn't know how she would respond to the various fetishes listed. A few intrigued, like blindfolds, and perhaps bondage, but she had no clue what she should expect. How could one decorate something they had never seen? On her wedding day, she tucked the list into her corset, while the maid's back was turned. She would give it to William later. Her dress was a simple affair, of light green and black embroidery. Another out-of-date lend from Lady Whitaker.<br><br>Kimberly fidgeted in the small carriage as they were conveyed to the smallest, and cheapest chapel Lady Whitaker could stand. The wedding was to be small and quiet. Once the affair was over, the two could do as they pleased. Until then, Lady Whitaker wanted the two as hidden from society's eyes as possible. Soon, Kimberly waited in an antechamber for her fiancé to arrive. Her things, with William's book tucked into her chest, were being conveyed to his estate as they waited. Lady Whitaker was long gone. The witness was a paid witness, the preacher an old, and smelly fellow. <br><br>Kimberly did not care. Soon she would be married to William, and he could show her the things he and the book had promised.<br><br>Soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 01:10:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Three weeks passed, but not quickly enough for Dr. Stuart.&nbsp; He spent the time readying his estate for a woman, for his wife, to come and live within it.&nbsp; The four servants he had were amused by the haste in which he spent his money on things he thought she might like; a riding horse complete with saddle and reins, a powder room set with all of the accessories, fine dresses, hosiery, corsets, and under things of various colors, all cut for a woman of her approximate size.&nbsp; The doctor was lucky that his practice was lucrative.&nbsp; He set about making a house for the woman who was to be his own and as the wedding day finally came, he was more than ready and willing to accept her.<br><br>He arrived at the chapel alone, save for the driver of his carriage.&nbsp; He had actually agreed with Lady Whitaker's idea of them marrying quietly, in some out of the way chapel that smelled more like a barn than a house of God.&nbsp; Dr. Stuart didn't care; he was an atheist after all.&nbsp; Half truths and blind devotion to an absent Father figure didn't interest him.&nbsp; Physical results did and when he, dressed in his finest tailored suit cut from black and white silks, approached the altar and saw his bride to be, his heart jumped.<br><br>The ceremony began and as he took his vows to her, her hands in his own, he smiled and promised her a world that was filled with wonders she had never known.<br><br>Soon, she would be his. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 01:18:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly returned his vows with vows of his own, her hands cradled in his larger ones, her face tipped up to meet his eyes as she promised to honour, obey and be his until they died. The ceremony took no more than fifteen minutes, and then it was done. Back to the carriage, and to her new home. She smiled to him, her cheeks pink, through the ceremony, and as they walked back down the aisle to his waiting carriage. As they settled into the opulent vehicle, she looked down, before smiling back up to him.<br><br>"I read your book," she said softly. "I...&nbsp; It was very interesting Doc- husband." She flushed as she addressed him with the title he had suggested. "I am eager to learn, and explore these things... Here," she added, two fingers fishing in her bodice for the list, pulling out the warm paper. "As you requested. It isn't long, I'm afraid..." She added, a note of regret entering her voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 01:30:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took the folded piece of paper between his gloved fingers and unfolded it, looking it over with a keen eye.&nbsp; He smiled, pleasantly surprised at some of the thing she had listed for them to explore.&nbsp; His eyes stopped at the bondage request and he raised an eyebrow, a look of amusement in his eyes.<br><br>"Well, that is an interesting one.&nbsp; I have several contraptions that will be of great use and interest then, if you are serious about pursuing these?"<br><br>He didn't wait for an answer though, putting the list on the seat beside them and taking her into his arms, seeking to possess her and those soft, beautiful lips of hers.&nbsp; His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as his lips sought out her own, passion sparking between them as they continued down the western road to their shared estate. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 01:36:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly fidgeted as he read the list, shyness overcoming her for a moment. Her shoulders rose as he addressed her, and she nodded, even as he reached for her, even as he pulled her close. Cheeks stained deep red, she tilted her chin, her lips seeking his, touching, warm, soft. A soft sigh escaped her. She'd missed his kiss. Her lips embraced his bottom lip, her arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold him close. She kissed him long and hard, until she couldn't kiss him any longer without a breath. As she pulled back, her eyes met his, before skittering away. "Will it hurt?" She asked, innocent worry quieting her voice. "The book said it did, the first time. Sometimes after..." She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to hear it from him. She wanted him to tell her what to expect, what he wanted. She wanted him, not a book.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 05:19:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His lips parted from hers and he was content to just enjoy the carriage ride to their estate with her arms wrapped around him.&nbsp; As she asked, oh so innocently, if her first time would be painful, he sighed and nodded demurely.<br><br>"I'm afraid it might.&nbsp; But I will make such gentle love to you, it will be barely noticeable.&nbsp; I will try my best not to bring you pain unless you want it, my love."<br><br>Some did, after all, enjoy the thrill of challenging pain and death, toeing the line between the two worlds.&nbsp; He was not one of them however and he knew she, who shied away from even harsh advances, surely wasn't a part of that either.&nbsp; Or was she?&nbsp; Only time would tell what her sexual enjoyments were.&nbsp; <br><br>The carriage rounded the cobblestone entrance to their home and he opened the door as soon as it came to rest.&nbsp; He departed first and offered her his hand, kissing it as she climbed down and out into the sunlight.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let us go into the bed chambers and we can start."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 00:32:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly blushed deeply, as his lips brushed her knuckles, her feet barely touching the ground before he suggested they retire. Her free hand pressed into her cheek, feeling the heat from her blush. She nodded. Her stomach was too full of butterflies to eat. She was frightened of the pain, nervous that it would somehow not work, that she would do it wrong, or disgrace her new husband. She stepped close to him, eyes staring up into his. "Husband... Will you promise me to... to guide me?" She asked softly. She knew he would, but she wanted to hear him say, wanted to hear his words. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 02:29:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused just outside the door to their bedroom, taking her hands into his own and looking deep into her eyes.&nbsp; His smile was genuine and heartfelt, there would be no lies spoken between them, at least from his mouth.<br><br>"My dear, of course I will.&nbsp; I will be there, to guide you and to instruct you, every step of the way.&nbsp; We will only embark upon the road together or not at all.&nbsp; There is so much out there but we must take the smallest of steps first, and it may be the hardest one.&nbsp; But my feet know the path and I will lead you into a wider, more fulfilling and pleasurable world.&nbsp; I promise you that."<br><br>He kissed her then, one hand on the door knob but waiting for her compliance before opening it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 02:41:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly smiled, then, her lips meeting his. She would trust him. She had to. She raised on her toes, to kiss him harder, pressing herself against his length, her arms sliding up and against his neck. Her tongue boldly teased along his bottom lip, before pulling back, shyly smiling to him. "Thank you," She whispered softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 02:49:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her sudden forwardness made his blood sing.&nbsp; He smiled, his eyes showing her the anticipation of the sexual bliss, as well as a hopefully successful marriage, that lay before them.&nbsp; Without another word, he opened the door to their bed chambers and led her inside for the first time.&nbsp; The bedroom was massive, everything was polished oak wood and subdued wooden paneling and floors.&nbsp; The four poster bed was festooned with royal blue and blood red sheets and the top of the bed had lengths of silk in the same colors hanging from it; bindings to the trained eye, innocent decorations to the uninitiated.&nbsp; A pair of wooden paddles, lacquered and expertly cut, hung nearby, along with a leather braided flogger and what appeared to be a pair of prison manacles.&nbsp; A massive desk dominated the other side of the room, with its scattering of ink wells, quills, books, and papers.&nbsp; Several chairs and lounging couches were situated around the bedroom, as well as a pair of end tables, a dressing screen, and two wardrobes, one for her things and his own.&nbsp; It was well lighted with gas lamps and two curtained bay windows that over looked the yard.&nbsp; <br><br>He offered her a tentative smile.<br><br>"Welcome home, my love."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 02:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly stared around the room, mouth half gaping as her eyes took it in, the beauty, and the items. She blushed, turning to look up at him. She licked her lips nervously, and bit down on her bottom lip. "Thank you..." She whispered softly, her sudden forwardness long since fled. It was real, and it was going to happen. She was excited, but... She's never done a thing close to it, spare splashing in that fountain those weeks ago. But he had been there. He was her husband. It was his right, and she wanted to make him proud. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 03:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no doubt in his educated mind that she would do just that.&nbsp; He moved to sit on the edge of their now shared bed, removing his tweed jacket and laying it down nearby.&nbsp; He gave her an appreciative smile and nodded, as if he had made up his mind about some matter.<br><br>He grinned devilishly at her and repeated a suggestion he had given her three weeks before; certainly now she would carry it out since he had appeased her request, yes?<br><br>"Undress for me, Kimberly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 03:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes tracked him, as he sat on the bed, her face colouring as he stated his request again. Her eyes dropped, unable to maintain contact with her task set, and she nodded. Her hands raised, shaking, behind her, to begin unbuttoning the row of tiny buttons that rode her spine. Her bodice slowly loosened, as she arched, trying to reach the difficult centre of her back. But she had been dressing and un-dressing herself for the past three weeks. With a soft sound of effort, she managed to get it to loosen. She let the dress slip from her silken undergarments, a present from her sister,&nbsp; and stepped out of it, bending to pick it up, her hoops flaring out behind her as she did, cleavage gaping for his eyes to watch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 05:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the unwrapping of the greatest present he had ever received.&nbsp; The first layer dropped away and the sight of her, in her lacy and silken undergarments meant only for his eyes, made his heart pound in his chest.&nbsp; His body was certainly enjoying her undressing, the anticipation of this occurrence having occupied his mind for the last three weeks quite frequently.&nbsp; He started to loosen the tie around his starched collar as she continued to disrobe.<br><br>"You are so lovely, Kimberly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:41:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallowed, her tongue nervously licking her lips, as she reached behind herself, to untie the hoops, and let them fall next with a clatter. She winced at the noise, head bowing, and looked up to her new husband from between her lashes. Her teeth caught her lower lip once again, as her fingers moved up to begin unlacing her corset. Despite her nervousness, her shoulders dropped as the corset loosened, relieving the awful constraints around her breasts and torso. She pulled her shift from her skin, the wrinkles in the material leaving red lines criss-crossed across her cream skin. She hesitated, wondering if he wanted that, too. <em>Ladies are never naked</em> her mother had once preached. There were still petticoats, and her stockings that needed removal. She began to work on the petticoats, then, trying to cover her hesitation. She wanted to please him but... what if she did something wrong?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:47:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In his patient eyes, she could do no wrong.&nbsp; The discarding of her corset and the appearance of those red, angry lines from the material as it hugged her back tightly made him sigh, shaking his head.<br><br>"I always hate corsets.&nbsp; There is some study in the United States right now that says they actually do damage, you know.&nbsp; Compressing all of the woman's organs and what not.&nbsp; It's not healthy."<br><br>He finished his ranting and offered her a soft smile before waving a hand indicating that she should continue.<br><br>"I'm happy we waited this long, my love."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:19:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The petticoats, all six of them, fell to the ground, pooling around her feet. Leaving the stockings, garters, and her thin shift. Her tongue darted across her lower lips, as her eyes darted around his room once again. With shaking fingers, she bent, cleavage gaping once again, to begin rolling her stockings down, revealing the cream of her legs. They found their place on the petticoats, before her fingers curled in the linen of her shift. She paused, eyes finding his, as she waited. She needed his approval, wanted to know she was doing right, that he wanted her. Completely nude, bare, and with nothing to hide behind before him. His wife. She didn't ask, just waited, for his next words.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were no words given for a long moment as his hungry eyes took her bare form in, the stark naked beauty revealed for the first time.&nbsp; She was curvaceous, a pale Victorian beauty with softened skin, ample breasts, and beautiful legs.&nbsp; He had never thought she would seem so radiant but in that moment, when polite society was cast aside and all that remained was the most human and basic of elements, he felt himself falling in love with her.<br><br>He stood, walking from the bed to join her.&nbsp; His hands, somewhat rough but gentle in their touch, ran over her bare shoulders and then down the curvature of her back, to rest around her waist.&nbsp; His lips found hers once more and he whispered just before he kissed her passionately.<br><br>"You are so beautiful, more than I ever dreamed." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 17:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly shivered, as he stared, her eyes dropping in the modesty that had been drilled into her since she was a young girl. She could feel her arms tensing, fighting against her mind to cover herself. Her tongue darted out, moistening her bottom lip nervously. A swift indrawn breath sounded, as his hands skimmed across her shoulders, and her large blue eyes turned up, meeting his, as his face drew near. <br><br>A soft noise escaped her, droned in the kiss, as his lips met hers. Her arms came up, clutching at his shoulders for support, as she felt herself begin to drown, too, in the kiss. Her eyes closed, her cheeks radiating heat from the deep flush cast across them. Her lips opened under his, her tongue gingerly ran across his top lip, as her fingers tightened in his shirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 19:50:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Those lips parted and were shared in a passionate kiss.&nbsp; With gentle hands, Dr. Stuart guided his new found wife to the bed, with her legs hanging over the edge.&nbsp; Those pale limbs were showered in kisses and light caresses as he lowered himself down her frame, to kneel between her legs.&nbsp; His mouth was an eager thing; darting over her flesh with alacrity and then settling upon her sex gently.&nbsp; His warm tongue soon found her mound, flickering over it as he began to pleasure her orally.<br><br>There was talking about such pleasures and giving them, the good doctor always did lead by example. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 17:36:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly stepped back with his gentle guidance, small, baby steps, trusting, though not entirety. As they bumped into the high bed, her knees buckled, his kiss intoxicating. She stared up at him, lips swollen, eyes wide, cheeks flushed and breast heaving for air. As he leaned down, brushing kisses over pale flesh, down her frame, she lay back, the gentle pressure of his lips encouragement enough. She couldn't think. Her eyes closed, as his mouth trailed lower, until it dipped between her legs. That jarred her. "Doctor Stuart!" She gasped, eyes snapping open as she pushed herself up, shocked, and frightened with how his mouth heated her. Yes, she'd read about it, knew it was possible, but she had never dreamed that he would actually do it. Proper English Gentlemen did not debase themselves such as that!<br><br>Oh but it felt wonderful. His tongue teased, light flicks, tempting her thighs to fall open, small electric jolts curling deep in her abdomen, burning, an ember waiting to be fanned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 17:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Doctor Stuart!"<br><br>The formality of her tone made the good doctor, her new husband, roll his eyes as he continued to pleasure her sexually with his tongue.&nbsp; There was still the traces of the polite society's upraising and boundaries within her but he was a patient man and he hoped to remove such obstacles from their journey towards pure bliss and all the pleasures that sex would bring them.&nbsp; His strong hands grasped both of her hips and pushed her legs further apart, so that his head rested atop of her pelvis, his mouth clamped down upon her sex.<br><br>He would not stop.&nbsp; God, she tasted so good... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly's eyes closed against his, as his hands pressed her legs further apart, and fell back, against his-their-mattress, her hands clenching against her sides, in the sheets. Shame pressed at her, that unfamiliar, intoxicating, possessing jolts from his mouth racking her body, that small ember within her flaring. She wanted more, she hated how she wanted more, she didn't understand how it could be wrong, how it could be right. She gasped, her spine arching, hips pressing against his mouth as if by their own volition. "William!" She gasped, knuckles white within the sheets. She was strung tight as a spring, balancing on some precipice. She was so close, she felt so much, she didn't understand it. "Please-" She gasped, eyes closed tightly, not even certain what she begged for.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentry Don't Kiss and Tell (Silverfyre and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:08:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her pleading reached his ears and he stopped his oral assault of her sex, looking up at her with darkened, lustful eyes.&nbsp; He moved to her side, his fingers working over the buttons of his trousers and the suspenders that held them up.&nbsp; He slipped them from his shoulders and then pushed his pants down to his ankles.&nbsp; Beneath them he wore nothing and stood clothed in only his shirt.&nbsp; His member stood hardened and ready to please her.&nbsp; He moved on top of her and pushed against her sex gently.<br><br>"You are going to love this..."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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