Chapter Six
The next day dawned warm and bright. Eleanor was awake early, impatiently waiting for Susan to come and wash her and help her into her riding gear. Once that was achieved, and breakfast consumed, she sat on her bed, hoping that every sound was that of horses approaching. At last Arthur arrived. He looked her over, evidently as delighted with her attire as when he had first seen it. And it was true, she looked enchanting dressed as a man. She remembered once having gone to the theatre to see Shakespeare’s As You Like It, and being strangely aroused by the sight of female actresses appearing on stage in men’s clothing. She had never had s*x with a woman, never had it offered nor sought it out, but women dressed as men were beguiling, and, no question, perverse.
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