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I should have hit him for his insult, but how was he to know my true character? “Mr Harrison wishes an audience my lady,” I explained through the closed door. We reached agreement for the betting shop to be our waiting room, every day there was my lady, answering to any name under the sun, play acting the sweet heart, legs astride, cunt glistening. My lady was aghast, but stood yards from Harrison, “No, it cannot be so!” she cried. “Indeed my lady,” I agreed and I slipped away. I was idly cleaning some silverware. He told me, I out an advert in the window and got ten inquiries in two hours. “Perhaps you could pay me the way you pay Lieutenant Carruthers and a few more I might mention!” I suggested. “She’s leaving with Mr Alford,” her ladyship said as she came to stand behind me, “Tonight.”
I had no intention of leaving so soon yet there was little point in remaining, “We need to talk,” I explained. I left him to his deceit and deception, no doubt the regiment thought he was
