Chapter Two-3
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Trust me, kind Sir, I will serve here as you wish, for as long as you desire me to. But I look forward to the day that Master and Mistress have finished with me and send me home to you. I so miss your arms around me.
I am your trusted and devoted servant, Laura
Like the night before, Mariel was flushed, anxious and wanting by the time she finished the letter. Her wonder swooned far beyond this house in present times, trying to imagine the reality that this Laura lived. She must have been sincere, though she could hardly believe that such loathsome things truly took place. The woman’s flowery prose softened the blunt edges of the life, though the facts about her life still shone through clear and unmistakable.
“It’s all true.” Her door had been cracked, and was now open, Jack standing at the entrance.
“Impossible,” she said, lowering the hand that held the note.
“There are quite a few more letters, even a few from my great grandfather admonishing this little tart to hold her ground and obey. He even suggests that he’s spoken with her Master and Mistress, given them advice on appropriate punishment. Odd world, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, yes. Very odd.” Striding to the door, she handed the letter to Jack. “I don’t really think I need this.”
“But I thought you’d been interested. Seems that you are.”
“Who wouldn’t find this fascinating?”
“You ever have such base thoughts of submission?” he asked.
Mariel instantly blushed. “Jack Reynolds, that’s not a thing to ask any woman!”
He shook his head, laughing lightly, “There you go again, all prissy. It’s pretty cute. Especially considering what I know is inside that hot, little head of yours.”
“You have no idea what’s in my head.”
“Really? I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“No. You absolutely don’t.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself, Miss Fitzgerald. I’m not going to tell anyone anything.” He turned away.
“Tell what?”
“Ah, let’s not go down that road.” He continued on with his back to her, hands in his pockets, whistling as he strolled away.
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