“Come here!” I shouted and I sprinted after her my boots slipping on their hob nails as her feet skidded in her silk stockings, “Come back!”
“Help!” she wailed as she flew headlong to the kitchen seeking some refuge but there was non, no bolt to bolt against me and finding herself cornered in the kitchen she shot into the garden and ran like the wind across the lawns in the moonlight like some mystical fairy in her thin white underthings. Porn “And these,” I insisted as I grabbed at her dainty slippers, and threw them in a corner, “Not a brass farthings worth shall Rigsby have of mine!”
“For pities sake!” she protested as she stood in her underthings, “My jewells are Mama’s”
“Then keep them,” I offered, “But that shift is
