Grigory Borzenko Choice The second story from the series “The Love Affairs of Angeline Brontë”

Grigory Borzenko
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The second story from the series “The Love Affairs of Angeline Brontë”

Episode one
Plunging into the bohemian metropolitan life in London, Angelina, however, did not forget about her roots and previous connections. She, of course, sooner or later planned to go to both her parents in Flint and her relatives in Liverpool. But, after much thought, I decided to do it a little later. Now all her time was occupied with arranging life in the capital.
Actually, by and large, there wasn’t much need to equip there. She was given several rooms to live in, which seemed like paradise to her. And compared to Flint, and even compared to Liverpool. Everything is gorgeous, everything is brilliant. And it couldn’t be any other way! After all, all this is at court, near the king! Everything here should be at the highest level!
True, Angelina was embarrassed by her uncertain status. More and more often she asked herself the question: who am I, exactly, to the court? What benefit does the court have from me? And she gave herself the answer: none yet. Absolutely none. But seeing what was happening around, she began to calm herself down. Realizing that there were a dime a dozen such idlers, wasting their lives in vain, hanging around only in social gatherings, creating a certain background at balls and at royal receptions! She remembered how hard money had been for them in Flint. And he and his mother worked hard every day, but his father’s work was generally backbreaking. And as a result, all these titanic works, from early morning until late evening, brought very meager extra income. Sufficient only for food, buying clothes, things, arranging a modest life. Very modest. Here, where she was now, a huge mass of people were literally suffering from idleness and boredom! And at the same time everyone was drowning in luxury and prosperity! Why such injustice?!
Being a smart girl, she understood that the yard was not the place where one should waste time on such reasoning. You just need to be glad that life has given you the opportunity to be involved in this bohemian life. The only thing that continued to bother her was the question: how long will all this last? Will the moment come when someone will appear in her luxurious rooms and say, your time is up, dear Miss Angelina Bronte. Pack up your things and go back to where you came from. To your Flint.
This is exactly what our heroine didn’t want. Having once tasted such a sweet pie from the table of a satisfying life at court, she no longer wanted to leave the warm and cozy place both near this table and near the courtyard.
But the next minute she tried to immediately dispel her fears, realizing that this was unlikely to happen. After all, she was looked at at court as some kind of heroine who saved the king’s life! Therefore, it is unlikely that anyone will decide to encroach on the rights and freedoms of someone who was clearly in the favor of the crown bearer. What was at first secret, what Angelina initially hid from everyone, handing over that important document to be read only by the king himself and no one else, soon became clear. The news quickly spread throughout the court that the document said the following: a group of very wealthy gentlemen from Liverpool, subjects of the king, in whom Charles trusted completely, had started a terrible conspiracy against him. An attempt on his life! The conspirators, you see, assumed that in the dispute between Charles the First Stuart and Oliver Cromwell, the latter would end up celebrating the victory! Therefore, by their actions they wanted to bring themselves closer to the future first person of England.
Everyone was amazed at the cynicism of the traitors. And at the same time, they admired the heroism and foresight of the charming young lady from Flint, who prevented all this and actually saved the rabbit’s life! Of course it cost a lot. Therefore, the authority of Angelina Bronte and the respect for her at court were indisputable. Which is what our heroine used. She made new, useful and promising acquaintances; she, like a sponge, absorbed all the features and subtleties of life at court, realizing that this could be very useful to her in the future.
But, as we said, she did not forget about her parents or her relatives. She sent word to both Flint and Liverpool about where she was now. She reassured them that she was doing well, that she would soon either come to visit them herself, or invite them to London.
When she left Liverpool, she did not burn any bridges behind her. She told her father's relative, Mr. Thomas Humphrey and his wife, in whose house Angelina lived in Liverpool, that she was leaving for the capital. But she honestly admitted that she did not know how her trip would end. She asked them that if she returned, then let them shelter her again for a while. She assured that she knew the limits of hospitality, that soon she would certainly find herself another, permanent place to live. But just in case, I would like to have a corner in Liverpool where I could always return. Thomas and his wife turned out to be friendly people. They began to assure the girl that she could always return to them. And they will be sincerely happy for her. Perhaps, somewhere in the depths of their souls they had the well-known thought and phrase “It’s time to be honored to know,” but the fact that they did not say this, but treated their distant relative so hospitably and affectionately, sincerely touched the girl’s soul . At that moment, when she parted with them, leaving Liverpool and going to London, she made a firm vow to herself that as soon as she had the opportunity, she would certainly thank these people for their kindness.
We remember how our heroine once made a special trip to Chester so that, after wandering around the wealthy areas of the city, she would have the opportunity to meet and get acquainted with a potential wealthy gentleman. If in the relatively small Chester she saw a kind of metropolis, teeming with possible rich suitors whom she was going to seduce, now, in the capital itself, and even at the court, where everyone was wealthier than the other, God himself ordered her to start looking for a worthy one for herself. parties. This was quite logical, consistent with common sense and Angelina’s long-standing plans.
But, no matter how strange it may seem, she was not yet in a hurry, figuratively speaking, to go on a love hunt. Yes, she understood perfectly well that here, as they say, “there is a lot of work to do,” but she was in no hurry to plunge headlong into amorous adventures. Both she herself, and you and I, remember very well how her two previous “trips for the groom” ended... Both cases caused her so much mental and moral suffering that she really didn’t want everything to happen again a third time. She, of course, will look closely at those she likes. But this time she definitely decided for herself that from now on she would certainly measure seven times rather than cut once. Our heroine had no doubt that this time she would be especially careful.
But the longer she was here, the more she realized that sooner or later she needed to look for someone with whom she could satisfy the sexual tension growing in her. No matter how ironically we sometimes talk about “satisfying carnal pleasures” as a kind of whim, a stupid whim, the satisfaction of one’s sexual needs for absolutely every person on earth is as integral and necessary a need as eating, quenching thirst, necessity visit the toilet to defecate natural needs. Angelina was no longer a child. She was not just at the dawn of her years and strength. She was at the age to which the term “hypersexuality” applies. I think there is no need to explain the meaning of this word. It is completely understandable and understandable that Angelina, like any girl or boy at her age, did not just want love. May this feeling be thrice beautiful, sublime, sung by poets and writers. But “hypersexuality” is when you not only want to hear pleasant words of declaration of love from a representative of the opposite sex, but you also want, madly want, desperately want this “representative”, in addition to words, to get down to business. Sometimes some ladies want him not to just caress and enter you, and you feel him inside you, but, as they say, to “tear” you, in the sexual sense of the word. So that he would spin you around in his hands, and not only his hands, so that his actions and actions would be so persistent, aggressive, crazy, and vulgar to the extreme, so that he would do such things with you that you would not only want to moan with pleasure, but also literally howl at the top of your lungs, thereby showing how good you feel now! What peak of bliss are you at? So that all our previous mentions of the hot crater of the volcano and its violent eruption seem to you not a naive comparison, but a real, accomplished fact!
Yes, our heroine, of course, wanted all this. Considering her hot temperament, she not only wanted this, but really wanted it! But here’s what’s strange... Instead of quickly finding someone who could give you new moments of bliss, she increasingly remembered the old ones... Those pleasant, those incredibly pleasant minutes that she experienced in bed with Edward... She increasingly started to remember Edward Bloomfield...
This is truly the case when both “ice and fire” come together! At first, remembering him again, she almost began, figuratively speaking, to “grind her teeth,” recalling the terrible insult that he inflicted on her. She was mentally ready to cling her hands to his throat, and strangle and strangle him, the bastard deceiver and traitor who betrayed their love and feelings, until he gave up the ghost...
But as time passed, she gradually calmed down. And I thought not only about the bad, but also about the good that happened between them. She remembered those amazingly tender and pleasant caresses that he gave her in bed. About what a skillful lover he was! How necessary and appropriate, bringing maximum pleasure and incredible pleasure, were all his actions and impulses, what voluptuous feelings and orgasms they gave to Angelina...
She sometimes compared what happened in bed with Edward with what happened on the luxurious feather beds in the house of Philip Clifford in Liverpool, and understood: how much Phil was inferior to Ed in male strength... How strikingly different these two men were from each other that were in her life, and what they eventually gave her... They didn’t give gold and jewelry... Apart from meanness, betrayal and betrayal, she never received any expensive gifts from them. But in bed she received something from them that, as we see, she now recalled with rapture. Probably, everything there wasn’t so bad, since these memories kept creeping into her head over and over again...
Sometimes she wondered to herself: how can this be? Edward hurt her so much! Why does she remember him not with anger, but with some nostalgia? Yes, she probably remembered not so much him as those clearly blissful minutes, hours of pleasure that he gave her. Yes, it was simply impossible not to remember that. But is it all about the sweet sex that united them? Sometimes it seemed to her that during this time, albeit short, she managed not only to get used to him as a very pleasant sexual partner, but also to love him...
The word “love” scared her! This is impossible! He is a traitor and a traitor! He deserves censure and contempt! What kind of love can we talk about?! He deserves punishment for his meanness! But when they calmed down, and imagined that instead of Phil she would have seen Ed in that prison cell, she understood with all her soul and heart that she would not want him to be there... If Philip was not sorry, then Edward, if she saw him in Tower, she would be very, very sorry...

Episode two
One day her day started out very unusual.
There was a knock at her room and she was told that a certain Thomas Humphrey from Liverpool had arrived.
Hearing this, she, incredibly happy, rushed to meet the guest.
There were a lot of greetings, hugs and emotions. Finally, she invited her relative to sit down and sat down next to him.
- How glad I am to see you, Mr. Humphrey! I am so glad! Tell me how you are doing? How are my parents? What news did you come to me with?
He leaned back on the expensive chair, feeling its armrests with his hands, looking at the chair and everything around, never ceasing to be surprised and admire the splendor that surrounded him.
“Everything is fine with us, our dear Angelina.” We still live. Glory to the Lord, alive and well! Just like your father and mother! We keep in touch with them. So we know they're doing great too. But why did I come... This is much more interesting...
By the way the narrator's facial expression and tone changed, the girl realized that he wanted to say something cutting. The smile disappeared from her face.
“You’re scaring me...” she said, becoming wary, rising a little, leaning forward with her whole body. - What's happened?
The guest smiled good-naturedly.
- “That’s just the point, our dear Angelina, that you shouldn’t be afraid.” It's just the opposite! You need to be happy! Don't be scared!
And the guest again broke into such a tender smile that it was clear: he had definitely come with good news.
Our heroine began to poke around in her chair impatiently:
- So, if the news is good, then speak quickly! Why are you tormenting me?!
- I don’t languish, but intrigue! Pleasant anticipation does not bring disappointment, but pleasure... Here! Take it!
And with these words, the guest took out and immediately handed the paper to the hostess of the room.
Angelina excitedly unfolded the sheet of paper folded in four and looked at what was written. The more she read, the higher the arches of her eyebrows rose, the stronger and wider her eyes widened in surprise...
Having read the text to the end, she slowly re-read it again, and only then looked at her interlocutor. He saw how huge the surprise was on her face. But he expected such a reaction. Therefore, he only smiled ironically, silently looking at her and waiting for her answer.
- Wow... - Angelina finally squeezed out of herself after a long pause. - The news is really that...
Without finishing, she looked at the paper again, re-read it, and again fixed her gaze on her relative.
- How did this document come to you, Mr. Humphrey?
Apparently, he was waiting for this question too. Therefore, slowly leaning back in his chair, thinking for a moment, he immediately answered:
- How this document came to Grace and me... Or rather, who brought it to us, and what he told us at the same time, surprised us even more than the text of this paper...
He wanted to make another pause for intrigue, but, seeing how tense his relative was and how passionately she wanted to hear an answer from him, he immediately continued.
- One day a stranger came to our house and announced that he... Well... At first he simply said that he had come especially to us from London. We, of course, were surprised why a gentleman unknown to us had traveled quite a distance from the capital to Liverpool to hand us, modest people, some kind of paper. Then he told about everything in more detail. Said he was a warden at the Tower... Well... If you don't know anything about the Tower, Miss Angelina, then I will tell you that it is the most famous prison in England. How do you, dear and beautiful lady, know about this? So here it is. He said that one day, while he was on duty, one of the Tower prisoners asked for paper, pen and ink to be delivered to his cell. And then, when the documents were written and signed by this prisoner with his own hand, he asked the warden to deliver this paper to the specified address in Liverpool. Tobesh, Grace and I. At the address where you, my dear Angelina, lived. With strict instructions that this document ultimately fall into the personal hands of Angeline Brontë! I don’t know how the Tower prisoner knew about you and where you were living recently, but the fact remains a fact! I have brought you a deed of gift, personally signed by the owner of a luxurious palace located in one of the most picturesque and prestigious places in Liverpool! In it, he rewrites all unconditional rights to own this house to you, Miss Angelina! To you! From now on, you, and only you, personally, are the owner of a chic, luxurious palace! Grace and I went to the address indicated on the deed of gift! Although from afar, we saw this magnificence! Congratulations, our dear Angelina! You are almost a queen now!!!
The guest said this with such triumph in his voice, with such a shining expression on his face, as if it were not a prisoner, but he, Thomas Humphrey, had personally given such a gorgeous gift to his relative!
You and I can only guess what was going on in the soul of our heroine. The relative, of course, had no idea that, to the girl’s understandable joy at the property that had fallen on her, she also experienced a feeling of sincere satisfaction that she had finally gotten even with her offender! That the last word was not his, then, in the carriage, when he used the word “Get out” to her, Angelina. And for Angelina herself! Which ultimately forced her offender to do as she wanted and as she told him to do. And he did! Young Brontë's vanity was satisfied!

Episode three
- Mrs. Cloud! Can you spare me a moment?
- Yes, of course, Miss Angelina! I'm hearing you!
Our heroine wanted to see in Gloria Cloud some kind of support, a person with whom she could consult and turn for help at the right moment. It was Gloria, during the girl’s first visit to Buckingham Palace, who fulfilled the king’s request to take up the issue of settling and arranging the life of yesterday’s provincial girl from Flint. The old lady looked so brilliant that it was not she, but others who should have been hovering around her, pleasing her with everything she wanted. But the Viscountess was a person of a kind soul and had an easy-going character, so from the very first minutes she began to treat the girl very kindly. Almost like a mother. She then, when meeting with Angelina, asked her how she was doing, whether everything suited her, how she was coping with her new life in a new place. The girl invariably replied that she was fine and sincerely thanked the Viscountess for her kindness and warmth.
And now, having seen Gloria, Angelina decided to ask her about something that had been bothering her for a long time.
- I wanted to ask you about this. – The girl began hesitantly. “I am, of course, happy that from now on I am involved in such a magical life at court.” I'm glad that I have the opportunity to see the king himself. But I also understand that if I want to talk to him... Well... If I need to resolve some very important issue, and only a rabbit can solve it, then I probably can’t just go up to the crown bearer and start a conversation with him . Perhaps you need to make an appointment with him? Or how? Tell me please. Maybe these words of mine sound naive. There's probably something I don't understand. But I want to do everything right. So that I still get an audience with the king. I have a very important question for him. That's why I definitely want to solve it.
And the girl looked at her interlocutor so pitifully that she only smiled and gently stroked her shoulder.
- God! How much spontaneity and simplicity you have, my child! There is nothing unusual in your question. You are right, Miss Angelina. Of course, you need to follow many rules and conventions to achieve this or that. There must be order in everything, subordination must always be respected. I would advise you to contact Duke William Jacobson. He is the king's right hand. They see him very often, they solve many issues together. The Duke will be able to convey to Karl at any time what you ask him for. Or about a personal meeting, and then you yourself will tell His Majesty everything. Or convey to the duke the essence of your request, and he himself will decide everything with the king. This is the closest and easiest way. The Duke is not as busy as His Majesty. Therefore, it will be much easier for you to get to him. Besides, I am on friendly terms with him. So I can put in a good word for you. Do you know where the Duke's office is?
- No... - the girl said in confusion. “This is the first time I’ve heard about both the Duke and his office.” And that he can decide such matters.
- So it’s not in vain that you turned to me. So, my advice will be useful to you. Perhaps the Duke will be useful to you for solving other issues. Not just the one that worries you at the moment. Come with me.
Angelina was sincerely delighted at the Viscountess's help.
But the Duke, alas, was not there.
“It’s a pity...” Gloria Cloud thought for a moment. “Besides, I now have absolutely no time to wait for him here, or to go looking for him.” But I think there is no need for this. You yourself, now knowing where his office is located, can visit here periodically. And when he is there, express your request to him. I wish you good luck, my child!
And with these words the Viscountess hurried away. But after taking a couple of steps, she stopped, turned around, and looked at the girl with very serious eyes.
“I want to warn you,” Gloria said in a deliberately important voice to show that what she is about to say is very important, “that the Duke is...” She hesitated, hesitated. - Well... How can I tell you this? A very peculiar person. Be extremely careful with him.
And, getting ready to go, she stopped again and again looked very intently at her interlocutor.
- You see, Miss Angelina... Due to your young age, and given the fact that in your quiet and calm little Flint you have not encountered the intricacies of the life that now surrounds you here, it would be reasonable for you to heed my advice. And my main wish is this. Be very, very careful here. Try not to say unnecessary, unnecessary words. Try not to conflict with anyone. If something like this is brewing, you either simply remain silent, or avoid answering, or simply leave. You have no experience in palace intrigues. Therefore, I would not be surprised if in the first such situation the winner is not you, but your rival or rival. Do not forget that where there are many rich and ambitious people, envy, greed, meanness and the like are certainly present. Don't fall victim to all of this. Stay away from... Well... I think you'll soon understand everything yourself. God bless you, my dear!
And the Viscountess left, leaving our heroine in complete confusion. However, she was no longer a child, and was capable of noticing and analyzing many things that were happening around her. Here, in the palace, in addition to the splendor of the interior and architecture, chic outfits and delicious dishes at feasts, she noticed something else. And envious glances, and malicious whispers behind her back, and gossip in her presence, when they condemned not her, but someone else. But in the words of the spiteful critics there was so much contempt, gloating, envy and vileness that the girl understood: and in the same way with such derogatory irony in her voice, they were probably discussing her herself here. Angelina...
It was all very confusing. But she remembered what happened in Chester and Liverpool. I understood that elementary human meanness existed, exists and will exist always and everywhere! Both in the palace and outside it. Therefore, you need to live your life. Try to avoid conflicts, as the Viscountess wisely advised, and continue to move on.
And then in her plans was what she had in mind. And for this it was necessary, at all costs, to first get an appointment with this mysterious duke, and then, thanks to him, with the king himself. Therefore, our heroine increasingly began to visit the door of Duke William Jacobson’s office, in the hope of catching him. And when she finally succeeded, she was sincerely happy about it.
Delighted that he accepted her and expressed his desire to listen to her, the invigorated girl began happily chirping in her cute little voice that she definitely needed to talk to the king, and asked the duke to arrange a meeting for her with him. The inspired narrator, carried away by her verbal tirade, did not pay attention to the eyes with which her listener was now looking at her. But in vain... If she had looked more closely, she would have seen in his eyes the ever-increasing lights of lust and passion. This young, divinely beautiful creature, with a face and figure that it was simply impossible not to admire and admire, with every new word she uttered in such a pleasant, sweet and, as it seemed to him, very sexy little voice, aroused everything in his soul stronger passion. The irrepressible passion of owning this divine creation. Accustomed to power, obedience and submission in everything and from everyone, the Duke saw no obstacles to this. It was only necessary to explain more clearly to this stupid thing what was required of her.
She, completely unaware of what thoughts were now swarming in the head of this lustful rogue, having finished stating her request, finally fell silent. To catch your breath after a long tirade and hear the answer. But instead of an answer there was a long silence. Not understanding why her interlocutor was silent for so long, our naive heroine allowed herself to look at the owner of the office more carefully. It was then that she noticed something that immediately made her remember the Viscountess’s warning...
A split second was enough for Angelina to understand what was happening and what would follow after all this. Even if there were only two men in her life so far. But this experience was enough to understand what a man’s lustful gaze means. But in those two cases we were talking about young gentlemen full of energy and masculine strength. The same age as our heroine. It all looked logical there. But now she saw in front of her an old, pot-bellied, extremely ugly and unattractive gentleman who could evoke nothing but sincere contempt, disgust and lack of perception in her, a young and beautiful lady! She was sincerely surprised: doesn’t he understand this himself?! She's good enough to be his daughter! And at the same time, he made eyes at her so openly and brazenly that it could cause nothing but shock in her.
However, “making eyes” is not entirely correct. This is what they say when someone is flirtatious and radiates kindness. There was no talk of kindness here! The owner of the office glared at the guest with an almost evil, imperious gaze, where the main thing was read! Not only that I want you, baby! And the fact that you shouldn’t even have in your thoughts such a thing as to help me! To me! A powerful man who does not tolerate returns! You should not object, but kiss my hands in gratitude for the fact that I desired you! Your body! Yes! This was precisely what his stern gaze and his arrogant pose spoke of more than eloquently.
Even now, without waiting for his answer, Angelina wanted to send this tyrant, who imagined himself to be a conqueror of women’s hearts, to hell! Turn around, slam the door and leave. But she not only remembered the Viscountess’s wise advice to avoid quarrels if possible. She, accustomed to men playing with her, like a cat with a stupid mouse, now wanted to play with this fat man herself. Anger began to boil inside her. Well, what do they men think of themselves? Why did they decide that they could control women’s destinies so easily and with impunity?! Where does this confidence come from that they should own, even at their first whim, not only their affairs, but also women?! What can this pot-bellied runt give her, Angelina, as a woman?! Does the fact that he still has some kind of erection give this fool reason to believe that he will give her sexual satisfaction? After all, it is completely clear that he will only, as women say, “lick” there, in an intimate place, will only do the notorious “stick it in and take it out” and nothing more! It is clear that you will not get any love foreplay or other tenderness that gives pleasure to a woman from this fat man. It is clear that orgasm will come very quickly. It is clear that he will satisfy only himself, and in no case his partner! So why the hell is this old brat pretending to be a ladies' man?!
It was this anger that forced Angelina not to explode, but, on the contrary, to play some kind of game with this short man. That’s why she batted her eyelashes innocently, as if not understanding what someone else in her place would have understood long ago.
- So what will you say in your answer to my request, Your Grace? Can you make an appointment for me with the king? I definitely need to tell him my request. It is very important for me!
The Duke twisted a dissatisfied expression on his face, but immediately drove her away. He also decided not to force events, but to make an exception and be more accommodating to this stupid, extremely dull provincial girl.
- I can decide everything, madam. I want your beautiful head to understand that my power here is limitless. That I can solve not only this issue, but also any other that you contact me with. Very little is needed for this. To do this, you need to be more understanding... And not only understanding... But also flexible and compliant. In return, you will receive many personal benefits for yourself. A lot... A lot...
And he began to glare at her so piercingly that he was sure: now this stupid thing will probably understand everything!
But she just shrugged her shoulders.
- I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Your Grace. I'm talking about the fact that I need to get an audience with the king. That's all! And nothing more! Can I count on this? Will you convey my request to the rabbit?
The Duke's muscles began to play even more energetically. The lips pressed together more tightly. He inhaled the air, immediately exhaled it, then inhaled again, looked at his interlocutor, and began to speak very slowly. Very. Literally, almost syllable by syllable.
- And I say, madam, that you are very beautiful. And such beauty, in my opinion, should not be wasted. She, beauty, should bring joy not only to you, but also to the gentleman who can become your patron. You will receive many privileges from his patronage. He will solve all your questions. Including meetings with the king. Anytime you wish! He himself can solve many issues no worse than a king would solve them. He will shower you with his attention, gifts, everything you want. But, I hope, although you are virginally naive, I believe you are not so stupid as not to understand that nothing in this world is given for nothing. Many people work hard to have even a piece of bread on the table. You have the opportunity to have everything! No hard work! Without much effort. You just need to be flexible and compliant... Give that gentleman, your patron, all of yourself, your body, affection and tenderness. And in return you will receive what I have already said. What is your answer to this?
And the narrator fell silent for a long time, waiting for an answer from the listener. She also thought for a while.
- Your words, Your Grace, sound like a beautiful fairy tale... They caress my ears. Of course, at my age, I want to find not only a patron, but also my betrothed. For him to take care of me. We, women, really need a strong man's shoulder and care. Of course, I want to meet a young, handsome, handsome man who would become my husband. He would offer me all of himself, his title, everything. But for this it is necessary that first he, as you say, give gifts, and then I will think about whether it is worth melting my heart, and in return give him, as you say, my body, tenderness and affection. In return! But not the other way around! It can’t be any other way!
She took a step towards the door.
- I hope, Your Grace, that you are a man of great and kind soul and will fulfill my request. Organize my meeting with the king. Thank you sincerely!
And with these words the guest left.
Left alone in the office, the Duke looked at the door for a long time with a puzzled look. He didn't know how to react. On the one hand, everything looked like a refusal. This initially gave rise to a storm of anger in him and a desire for revenge. Take revenge brutally, the way he is used to doing it. But he was confused by her last words! Maybe she just said them that way. And, perhaps, she gave a hint to him, William, that if she received gifts and other favors from him, then she herself would reciprocate! She even mentioned the word “body”... She is ready to give her body to anyone who showers her with gifts! The old womanizer now remembered both her body and her sweet, maddening face, and realized that he would madly like to own all this! Own it passionately and completely!
The anger faded into the background. The desire to take possession of her was beginning to drive him crazy. A certain hunting passion that he had enjoyed so much in his youth began to revive in him. It gave him real pleasure to court the unyielding beauty, “to ride around the unbroken filly”! Lately, when, thanks to his high rank and almost unlimited power, docile ladies found themselves in his bed at his first request, he did not wear out this pleasant feeling. Feelings of pleasure and joy when you achieve a woman! Now he realized that now he would only think about how to conquer her...

Episode fou
A double feeling overwhelmed Angelina's soul when she again entered Philip Clifford's cell in the Tower. On the one hand, she was amazed at how creepy this place was, and she understood that she needed to stay away from it. On the other hand, she wanted to keep her word to Phil. That's why she's here again.
The prisoner, having again seen such an unusual guest in his cell, again jumped up from the stone bunks and fixed his gaze on the girl. But, if at first his look was filled with bewilderment, now he radiated hope and joy. It was clear that he clearly wanted to tell her something. But, realizing that a lot now depended on this lady, I was afraid to say a careless word that could harm the matter. Finally, the guest heard his hoarse, excited voice.
- Glad to see you, Miss Angelina. I hope you came to me with good news. I kept my word...
The lady was silent for a while and then answered.
- Yes. I know. That's why I'm here.
Silence again. Again, both studied each other for a long time with a silent gaze.
- So can I hope for release? Have you talked to the rabbit? Were you able to convince him?
Angelina sighed heavily.
- You see... - she began. “You have already betrayed me once.” And there is no guarantee that you won’t do it again... Yes! I received a deed for the house. You have atoned for your guilt. I'm satisfied. But... Where is the guarantee that, upon release, you will not show new meanness and will not try to return the house back by force, or intrigue, or other unworthy methods? Am I letting the genie out of the bottle by helping you get out of prison? Will I make it worse for myself?
And the girl looked even more intently at her former boyfriend. Although the cell was in relative darkness, both saw each other's eyes.
- I can give you my word of honor... If it suits you...
- It won’t suit you! – The girl said sharply, as if she were cutting off. “Once upon a time, they swore to me in exactly the same way that you would take me as your wife, and give me your title, and I would be the mistress of the house...”
- I’m ready to give you my title! – He shouted heatedly. - I'm ready…
- No! Thank you! – She cut him off sharply. “After your betrayal, I don’t need your title, much less you yourself.” But thanks for the house! I won't give up on him! This is payment for your crime! I want you to realize this! That this is not my whim, and not my blackmail! This is something you should have done yourself a long time ago! Back then, when, sitting in the carriage, they told me “Get out!” Not “Get out!” you should have said! And what I told you then... If you had listened, you wouldn’t be here... I repeat it now! This is your voluntary retribution for betraying me! All! Dot! I don't owe you anything! But... - She hesitated for a moment, but immediately continued. - If I receive firm guarantees from you that you will leave my life forever, and regarding your former house you will not have any claims against me, then, for the sake of pity, in order to also do something in response to your deed of gift - then for you in return, and to free you from this truly creepy and terrible place, I am ready to do this! Well? Where are the guarantees? I am waiting!
Apparently, the miserable life that the prisoner endured in the Tower had greatly broken him. Otherwise, how to understand what he passed in the next moment. He suddenly fell on his knees in front of the one to whom he had once shouted “Get out!”, and squeezed out in a hoarse voice, breaking with excitement:
- Here... Here are the guarantees...
She shuddered in surprise. No matter how angry she was with him, she didn’t want to see this sight! After all, in addition to the final betrayal, there was a lot that she sometimes remembered with admiration and nostalgia. Yes, he was not as passionate and skilled a lover as Edward. But he also gave her so much affection and pleasure, which, we repeat, she later recalled more than once. She liked not only caresses and those moments when his jade rod entered her. She experienced true pleasure from the fact that his strong arms embraced her, powerfully and confidently turning her from her back to her stomach and back, while he wanted to change his position and master her in exactly the position that he had chosen! Yes, she herself liked to be more active in bed. But she also had no doubt at all that in bed the master and master, almost the despot and autocrat, should be a man! His, Phil's, firmness in bed during love games, his masculinity, fascinated her!
Now she saw him, kneeling, pitiful and humiliated, and her heart sank with pity...
“I can’t see it...” She said in a very quiet, choked voice. -Walk me through. “She turned to one of the two guards accompanying her, who were waiting for her, standing at the door of the cell. - And you hand the prisoner this paper. – She turned to the second warden. “This is a document signed by the king for the release of Earl Philip Clifford from the Tower!”
With these words, she handed the guard a rolled-up piece of paper, which she had been holding in her hands all the time until that hour, and with a decisive step she walked away from the cell...

Episode five
- Milady! You?! I am truly glad to see you! – Angelina Bronte’s eyes sparkled with joy. - Come in! Come on in! Glad to see you here! Be my guest! Have a seat, Ms. Cloud! Have a seat!
- Thank you, my child, but everything is just the opposite. It’s not I who came to you, but I want to invite you with me. Not to visit me personally. No! And to some other place. Let's go! Why are you looking at me like that? A surprise awaits you! Trust me!
Our heroine looked at Gloria Cloud with wide eyes of surprise.
- What kind of surprise is this? Pleasant or not?
The Viscountess laughed good-naturedly.
“I am deeply confident that one hundred out of a hundred ladies who were offered such a surprise would squeal with joy and delight.” Here is the answer to my question. But... Knowing you, I will still wait for your personal reaction to this surprise. But for this, in any case, you need to look at it. So I suggest you come with me. Let's go!
The Viscountess walked ahead, and the intrigued girl had no choice but to follow her. On the way, she started a conversation.
- I heard that you, Miss Angelina, are going to go to Liverpool?
- Yes, my lady. At the same time, I plan to visit my native Flint. Check on your parents.
“It’s a long road...” the Viscountess said in a sympathetic voice. - Tiring. How will you go?
The girl hesitated.
- My relative has arrived. From Liverpool. On your cart. – She became shy again. “Yes, his carriage,” the girl laughed, “is very modest... I said it as a joke, it’s a carriage!” But I'm not picky. Not spoiled. This will suit me too. The main thing is to go to Liverpool and settle some real estate matters. Well, and, of course, I really want to see my parents! I miss them. But I'll be back soon! Don't worry about me!
- How can you not worry? We are worried about you! And not just me. We want you to feel cozy and comfortable on the road. Would you like, my child, to go to Liverpool and to your parents in this carriage?
At this time they went out to the courtyard, where there was a luxurious carriage drawn by equally amazing stallions...
Angelina looked at this splendor and... And she was stunned...
What she saw amazed her! It would be a pleasure to travel in such a luxurious carriage in the capital! She was sure that in London many would look at her while she roamed its streets in such splendor. And to go on this miracle to Liverpool, not to mention Flint, would be a fairy tale... They would generally look at her, Angelina, as a queen! Probably no one in Liverpool has such a carriage. And there’s nothing to say about her modest Flint!!! There they would consider her to be some kind of goddess who descended from heaven on her divine chariot!
The girl caught her breath. She walked around the carriage, examined it, the horses, the harness, everything! Everything was a delight! All! Everything! For a long time our heroine could not come to her senses and find the right words.
- I... I... I don’t know what to say... - She finally acquired the gift of speech. “Even if you just invited me to admire this carriage, then you really gave me a surprise.” Even admiring this splendor is already a kind of gift. But you, moreover, make such encouraging hints... That, honestly, I don’t know what to say...
The Viscountess smiled mysteriously.
- Would you like, my child, to have such a carriage? Not just for a trip to Liverpool. And constantly be the mistress of this splendor. Can you take it out into the world whenever you want? Would you like?
The girl looked at Gloria in such a way that the author does not even try to describe the emotions that now dominated her face. Because people have not yet come up with such words to express the degree of delight of yesterday's provincial girl. You just had to see her face at that time!
- Why are you torturing me, my lady? Tell it like it is! Please…
She nodded her head in understanding.
- I completely agree with you. Therefore, I will try to say everything, the most important thing, in one sentence. So that you can immediately comprehend and weigh everything. So here it is. This splendor truly belongs to you from now on, my child! This is a gift! Gift to Angelina Brontë from Duke William Jacobson.
Hearing that this carriage was a gift to her, the girl already raised her hands to clap her hands and wanted to start dancing and squealing with joy. It was like a twisted fairy tale! She imagined herself riding in this carriage around London, Liverpool, Flint, and was thrilled with pleasure, seeing how everyone looked after her with delight and envy. How she wanted it! God! How much she wanted this!!!
But when she heard about the Duke, she immediately went limp. A terrible disappointment took possession of her. She immediately, instantly, looked at everything with different eyes. She realized with sobering clarity that this was not a gift in the truest sense of the word. That you will certainly have to pay for this. And the whole horror consisted not only in what and how exactly one would have to pay for it. The main thing was that the payment would have to be made without fail and unconditionally! That it would be impossible to say to a person like the Duke, “Thank you for the gift,” but I don’t agree to pay for it with my body. Come up with something different. The horror was that he definitely wouldn’t come up with anything else. Just as he won’t forgive her if she ends up paying for this so-called gift. In revenge, he can do something that will make her curse the day when she was seduced by an expensive and attractive toy and agreed to accept this carriage as a gift...
Once again we tell you that Angelina was young and inexperienced. But once again we repeat that she was smart and sensible beyond her years and had strong nerves! Almost everyone in her place could not resist such conformity. She found the strength to refuse.
She turned to the Baroness, smiled sadly, and said in an equally sad and disappointed voice.
- Tell His Lordship that I admire his generosity! But... But I will still refuse. Why am I refusing, you, my lady, I’m sure you understand. But you can tell him something else.
Gloria looked at the girl for a long time and studiedly.
- I already said it and I repeat it. You are wise beyond your years, my sweet baby! It’s not for nothing that the king, on the first day he met you, described you as a strong personality. You are truly an incredibly strong and bright personality!

Episode six
It has long been known to everyone that the residents of modern cities are former rural residents who at one time moved to live in cities more suitable for comfortable living. I am sure that many, if not most, of those who are now reading this book or listening to the audiobook are precisely those whose barefoot childhood was spent in the villages. Many of you are painfully familiar with the nostalgic moments when you occasionally come to your native village, stroll through the streets and squares where you spent your childhood and youth, where you heard your first ardent declarations of love, where you first plunged into the voluptuous sacrament called intimacy, recognized the meadows, fields, groves, where they hurried in the evenings on a date, and where, figuratively speaking, “we spent the night in a haystack with the beloved songbird,” admired the unique moments of happiness, admired the starry sky, met a picturesquely colorful dawn together with the broken person, reveled in youth, enjoyed life...
And, of course, one cannot help but mention the uniquely touching moment when you meet parents whom you have not seen for a long time... Hugs, kisses, tears, all this is mixed into a kind of action that is both joyful and sad. With a big touch of nostalgia. Nostalgia in the courtyard of your parents' house is felt everywhere! Literally everything you look at gives you a nagging feeling of sweet memories that are associated with it all. In the shade of these trees in your home garden, you children loved to lie in the summer on old blankets spread right on the ground, play, fool around, and settle in. It was under this canopy, where there was always a long table, that the whole family liked to sit down in the evenings to have dinner, talk for a long time, and communicate with relatives. Everything happened in a uniquely pleasant world of friendship and harmony. In this place, in front of the entrance to the courtyard, on the side of the street, in the fall you loved to burn fallen leaves. Gather around the fire, tell scary stories about ghosts and ghosts. What you heard made you shrink into a ball from all these horrors, but you wanted to continue to sit like this, prolong the pleasure, communicate with peers, enjoy new stories from the world of secrets and adventures. Therefore, you were very upset when your parents started calling you home late in the evening, almost at night...
Angelina felt something similar now. Although not much time had passed since she left Flint, the girl still managed to miss both her parents and her native place.
Although, at first she still came to Liverpool. It was necessary to deal with the house, which, as it were, came to her as a kind of inheritance. So that it would not be empty and someone would look after it, she asked her relative Thomas Humphrey and his wife to live in her new house. However, what does “begged” mean? It was she who assumed at the beginning that she would beg. But as soon as she asked her relatives about it, they immediately agreed. Apparently, they themselves wanted to live in such a luxurious house. In addition, they had a large family, so their former home, where they had previously found a corner for Angelina, was now left unattended. There was someone to live in it.
Satisfied that the issue with her house in Liverpool had been resolved, that it could wait for her safe and sound if, perhaps, the new owner decided to return from the capital and live in it, she went to Flint.
Here she once again remembered the Duke’s rejected gift... Yes... How spectacular and victorious her return to her hometown would have looked if she had entered it in such a brilliant carriage. In her fevered imagination it would be reminiscent of Cleopatra's triumphant entry into Rome! In such a carriage, our heroine would definitely look like a queen, an irresistible Cleopatra!
But the girl understood how heavy this gift would weigh on her, no matter what responsibilities she would shackle herself with, how harsh revenge could be for insufficient gratitude on her part. Therefore, she drove away thoughts of regret and was glad that she could breathe calmly. With a pleasant feeling of realizing that she doesn’t owe anyone anything! Believe me, this is not such a simple feeling as it might seem at first glance! This is the most wonderful feeling! Anyone who has been in a credit crisis and then escaped from this terrible hell will understand what I mean...
Seeing how pleasant it was for her soul to once again plunge into this world, so dear and close to her, our heroine decided to stay here for a few days. And see not only your parents, but also your childhood friends. Then she was friends with everyone and was not at enmity with anyone. Therefore, now everyone greeted her warmly and friendly. Everyone was happy for her, and she was also sincerely happy for them. Only now did she think about the fact that among many friends, there was not one person whom she would like to see more than all the others. Of course, first love was implied. Only now our heroine realized, and with her nymphomania and love of love, she did not have such a pronounced first love. This really surprised her now. How so? How could she not pay attention to the boys? Yes, they paid attention to her. She saw that many people liked her. But what we call “the wind in her head” did not give her the opportunity to look at the situation with different eyes. Yes, she's beautiful. She knew about it. Yes, the boys liked her. So what? She didn’t think about it at all then. And now she was amazed at herself: how she could not help but notice, even if three times childish and naive, but still signs of attention, falling in love and courtship on the part of the boys?!
Now she suddenly remembered the one whose courtship with her was especially different from the others. This blue-eyed, handsome boy's name was Jeremy Kirk. Nice little boy! Among friends he is cheerful and decisive. But when I saw Angelina, for some reason I suddenly became modest and indecisive. Perhaps it was this excessive modesty and confusion in his gaze that repelled him from the always perky and always cheerful young Bronte. Now, wandering through the country meadows around Flint, sometimes lying down on soft carpets of grass and flowers, admiring the blue petals of some flowers, she remembered Jeremy and was surprised: how could she not reciprocate the attention of this insanely handsome and kind boy?!
Catching herself thinking that she really liked being alone with nature, among the silence of meadows and groves, she often visited Hawarden Park. A neighboring town located halfway between Flint and Chester. There was a gorgeous park there where she loved to play with her friends as a child and teenager. Now, coming to this park, our heroine went to one of its farthest corners, or sat on the grass, leaning her back against a tree trunk, or simply lay down on a carpet of warm summer grasses, and, listening to the silence, remembered the past for a long time and dreamed about future.
“How beautiful it is here...” She said thoughtfully one day, lying on the grass and looking at the clouds slowly floating in the heavenly heights.
- I completely agree with you, madam. “Suddenly she heard an equally peaceful male voice nearby. - The world is truly beautiful...
Angelina stood up sharply. A young man lying not far away, with his arms outstretched to the sides, expressing sincere satisfaction, although, without a doubt, he saw her reaction and fear, did not react to this at all.
- Everything is wonderful not only here, in this park. The whole world around is beautiful. You just need to be able to see beauty. And know how to use it.
Seeing complete peace in the voice and behavior of the stranger who frightened her, Angelina calmed down a little. Although she looked at him with bewilderment: how did he end up here?
“You scared me terribly...” She finally said. “Either I didn’t notice you myself, or you quietly crept up and silently lay down next to me...
He, without turning his head, continuing to look at the sky, said:
- Would you like to lie on the clouds, like on a feather bed, and float along with the cloud across the sky? Look at the world? Admire him...
The girl looked more closely at the stranger.
- As a child, I wanted to... I really wanted to... And even now, I admit, I wouldn’t refuse...
- So let's take this journey together! Want to?
Only now the stranger turned his head and looked at his interlocutor. Both, as if on command, shuddered...
It was because she saw blue eyes in front of her! Almost the same as Jeremy's! Now she wanted to see this boy in Flint from her childhood and youth, and could not find him anywhere. Then they told her that he had left the town a long time ago, and no one knew where he was now. But, indulging in nostalgia for her childhood, Angelina now increasingly remembered this blue-eyed boy. And then suddenly those eyes... No, it wasn't Jeremy! This is clearly not him! But those eyes reminded her so much of her strictly friend! Who looked at her with such a loving gaze then... Therefore, now these eyes, although she saw them for the first time, from the very beginning began to inspire trust and reassurance in her. The initial fear and mood now at the sight of these eyes have completely left our heroine...
He shuddered (at the same time he also quickly rose from the grass), because he was struck by her beauty. She was so dazzlingly beautiful that the poor guy literally took his breath away. He was so enraptured that he could not speak for some time. The girl, of course, understood what the reason for his confusion was, and internally, of course, she received sincere satisfaction from this. Any woman, seeing that someone is fascinated by her, will experience a pleasant feeling. Angelina was no exception.
But, to the credit of our stranger, he quickly pulled himself together. And the next moment he spoke in a calm, even voice:
- If you think that such travel on a cloud is impossible, then you are deeply mistaken. Now we will go on this journey. But for this you need to relax... And close your eyes... All this will be easier to do, of course, lying down... So, I ask you: lie down and close your eyes.
The mask of tenderness and satisfaction instantly flew off the girl’s face. She made her eyebrows into a house.
- If you naively believe that while I close my eyes you can take advantage of my defenseless position, then know...
- I’m not going to take advantage of anything! - He interrupted her and laughed. – I want to show you how beautiful our world is from above the clouds! I'll lie next to you! I can, if you don’t mind, take your hand. Here! Look! I'm going to bed! I suggest you do the same! Ask!
And he again unceremoniously lay down on the grass, spreading his arms to the side.
- Come on? Why are you delaying? Do not be afraid! I won't hurt you. You are very beautiful! Looking at you, you think not about how to hurt you, but how to bring you joy. You are heavenly! You are extraordinary! I would really like to float on the clouds above the earth with you!
Conflicting feelings now overwhelmed our heroine. On the one hand, it looked like complete stupidity to lie next to a completely unfamiliar man! Let it not be a bed, but just grass and it was about innocent childish fun! But still it all looked three times unusual and indecent. But in other way…
In recent days, in the hours when she was lying on the grass in the remote meadows of Flint, and now in the hidden corners of the park in Hawardan, she, remembering the voluptuous love pleasures on the soft feather beds of Edward and Philip's bedrooms in Chester and Liverpool, more and more often caught herself thoughts that it would be much more romantic if her first intimacy with a man happened much earlier. And not in stuffy, albeit luxurious, bedrooms, but on these endless meadows! Not on the satin scented sheets of the beds, but on the feather beds made of no less pleasantly smelling meadow herbs and flowers! It seemed to her that this unity with nature would bring her even more satisfaction than then, in the mentioned bedrooms, albeit in thrice luxurious houses! Perhaps the inept and naive attempts of the blue-eyed boy Jeremy, inexperienced in intimate affairs, to take possession of her would have given her no less, or even more, sexual pleasure than she experienced from the much older Philip?
Now, of course, we were not talking about sex. But she really wanted to plunge into the world of childhood with this young and handsome blue-eyed stranger. Very! Therefore, they drove away all conventions from themselves, and, lying down next to him, closed their eyes and spread their arms to the sides.
- That is great! – I heard his voice. – Will you allow me to take your hand, miss... My name is Jack. Jack Goodman. And you?
- And I’m Angelina... Angelina Bronte.
- Beautiful name... As beautiful as you are. So, I take you by the hand, sit you on the edge of the cloud, hold you tightly so that you don’t fall off, don’t fall down, and we begin our journey! Begin?
- Yes... - she whispered.
- Great! So, the clouds are carrying us towards the Atlantic. Here we are flying over our bay... Hawarden and Flint are left behind... Here we are slowly flying over Prestatyn, Holywell, Rhyl, Bangor, Conwy, Llandudno, Colwyn Bay, Ebergele... The British Isles are left behind. Before our eyes we see the endless expanses of the majestic Atlantic Ocean! There are only Atlantic waves around and nothing more! Do you see them, Miss Angelina? They're beautiful aren't they? Yes?
“Yes...” the girl answered in a spellbound voice.
- You see! But I told you that our journey on the clouds would be interesting. Here we are approaching the Caribbean islands, Barbados, the American continent... Now we will fly through a long series of mountains... Cordillera... Andes... Appalachians... Aleutian ridge... They are so high that sometimes they touch the skies and clouds. We can now catch our feet on the tops of these mountains! Therefore, we need to tuck our feet under us! I do it. And saddle up, Miss Angelina!
Fascinated by the story, the girl obeyed and tucked her legs under her a little!
She did not believe in the reality of what was happening! This meeting stunned her! For the first time in her life, she actually met a person with her eyes closed! Never before, when meeting someone, has she mentioned her name, and at the same time did not look at the interlocutor! Her eyes were closed! And this happened to Jack! She sees and hears him for the first time, and she had the feeling that they had been friends with him for a long time! From early childhood! It was as if Jeremy had taken her hand now. And in this hand she feels not only warmth and tenderness, but also strength and support. What if she really had to fall from the edge of the cloud, then this hand would prevent her from falling! Will support her! She trusted this stranger so much that she now obeyed his every word. She was not afraid that now he would, so to speak, lull her to sleep, and, taking advantage of the moment, his lustful hand would reach out to her most secret and intimate places...
Little of! Having long experienced intimacy with a man, missing male caresses, somewhere she even wanted his hand to reach out to where everything had already become wet and much warmer and even hotter than always... This stranger managed to arouse passion in her even without hints of intimacy, without offers to have sex, without other words, actions and rituals that are usual in such cases.
- Now that we have passed the western coast of the American continent, we see the vast and endless Pacific Ocean in front of us! It is so huge that we will have to float on the clouds for a very, very long time before we see the earth again. Islands of Oceania, New Zealand, Austria. Look, Miss Angelina! That funny animal that doesn't walk, but jumps on the ground is a kangaroo! He carries his babies in a pouch! Which is located on the belly of the mother kangaroo,
Jack's story was so interesting and fascinating that she wanted to listen and listen to him without opening her eyes! During this time that Angelina was with him, she learned almost more about planet Earth and its nature than in all the previous time! How fascinatingly he talked about rivers and deserts, strange animals and birds, about the secrets of nature, about mirages, hurricanes and other marvelous natural phenomena that captured the imagination of the listener. All this went on for so long that when she finally opened her eyes, she was surprised to notice that the night had actually ruled around her! It seemed incredible! It felt like just a moment... Well, not a moment, but an hour or two... But in fact, she was so attracted by everything that was happening that she completely did not notice how evening came, quickly turning into night.
- Lord... - she whispered. – I was so carried away by your story that I didn’t notice how quickly time flies... You are such a skillful storyteller... It’s so interesting to listen to you... You apparently love nature very much.
- Yes, very much... I can show you my collection.
He settled on his elbow, and, continuing to lie next to her, began to look intently at her.
- What kind of collection is this? – she asked.
She continued to lie on her back, looking at him, and enjoying the way he looked at her. It was impossible not to enjoy his gaze. Jack himself was young and handsome. His eyes were also beautiful. In addition to all this, he looked at her very, very beautifully. It was the look of a man madly in love. Of course, she liked the way he looked at her. I couldn't help but like this!
- This is a herbarium. - He answered. - I collect strange flowers, leaves, stems, dry them and save them. This is as outlandish a collection as my story.
- You are such a passionate person! It's very interesting to be with you! You know so many things, you can do a lot.
- I also write poetry. About nature, about love...
- Is it true?! So interesting! Could you read me some of your poems?
He hesitated.
- Well... I don’t know... I’d rather write than read my poems. Every time it's all so personal...
- I'm interested! Read it! Please!
The girl looked at him so sweetly and charmingly, so pleadingly that he could not resist the pressure of those eyes.
- Well... Okay... Listen...
The reader thought for a moment, paused, and then began to read in a very melodic and pleasant voice:
- I remember the dusty roads,
And those past dates over the river,
And naked girlish legs,
Illuminated by the horned moon...
She looked so wildly
The eyes sparkled madly,
And the passion in her body was boiling,
Conquering the feeling of shame...
And both bodies merged into one,
Merged, forgetting about everything,
Until the dawn rose over the world,
Magically shining fire...
His eyes sparkled in the same way, looking at her very, very intently.
Her eyes burned just as passionately, with the twinkling of the night stars. Both understood that they themselves were aroused, and that with their gaze they were contributing to the revival of passion in their partner.
It didn't escape his gaze that she began to breathe more quickly, and her chest began to rise higher than usual.
“What interesting poems...” she said in a mysterious voice. – Unusual... Did you come up with all this? Or was it all for real?
He was silent. He picked a flower and began to very slowly and gently touch it to her cheeks, eyebrows, eyelashes, lips...
She was silent...
The cunning and crafty flower began to tickle her chin, neck, chest...
If the neckline had been more revealing, then this thrice impudent and daring flower would have begun to tickle other naked parts of her chest. For now, the petals of the flower were limited to what was available to them...
The girl's breasts began to rise higher and higher...
Her breathing became more and more rapid, hot, languid...
The girl buried her eyes...
And then she felt that it was not the petals that were touching her lips, but his hot lips. They were so sweet, gentle, caring and affectionate that even if she wanted to say “No!”, it would be after such a passionate and long kiss, not innocent, when the lips simply touch, but stunning, maddening, when the definition “passionately” does not sound vulgar or romantic, but very believable, she simply would not have found the strength to reject this kiss...
Not only that: she wanted more! She passionately wished that this magical stranger would turn out to be not only a romantic, but also an insolent one. Brazen in your desires and actions...
It was as if he read her thoughts...
His hands began to lift the hem of her dress, and his lips began to kiss what was gradually being torn away before his gaze...
Knees... Ankles... Pubis... Clitoris...
She started shaking! Whole body! Her shoulders were shaking, all of her!
The reason was not the cold, but excitement and passion!
She started moaning...
She began to vigorously move her pelvis, doing what men call “swinging.” Although it seemed that there was no point in making counter movements towards him, his jade rod still had not entered her! Jack was now bringing her to orgasm without penetration. Everything was done by his fingers... Gambling, passionate, warm, hot, all-penetrating fingers that so frantically caressed and stimulated her clitoris that she experienced an orgasm...
After some rest, he was followed by the second... And then the third...
The words “I spent the night in a haystack with the beloved songbird” were confirmed almost verbatim. The only difference was that instead of a stack of dry hay there was lush, soft summer grass.
Angelina thought it was the most romantic night of her life...
Everything turned out just like in Jack’s poems: here, in the same place, in a very remote and secluded corner of a picturesque park in Hawardan, they met the enchanting pink magical lights of the dawn...

Episode seven
Meeting and getting to know Jack changed all of Angelina’s plans. Initially, she planned to stay with her parents in Flint for a few days, visit her new home in Liverpool again, and then go to London. But what began to happen between her and Jack captivated her so much that she forgot about the bohemian life of the capital. No! Sooner or later she will return there again! She was sure of this. Everything there was too fabulous and beautiful to voluntarily give up life at court.
But the fact of the matter is that here, in her native place, everything was so fabulous, magical, romantic and voluptuous for her now that she didn’t want to give up this most beautiful moment in her life either. Everything is mixed up here. And bottomless blue eyes that enchanted her, and sublime poems about beauty. And soapy flights on the clouds and on the wings of birds to the enchanting worlds he invented. It was nice to hear him, he was interesting to be around! With him she felt comfortable, cozy, peaceful...
But this was only one of many things that attracted her to him. Let's not forget that a loving girl, as they say, in the prime of her life, has not had an intimate relationship with a man for a long time. It is quite understandable that she wanted to throw out the sexual energy that had accumulated in her. She wanted affection, rapture, orgasm, everything that everyone who lives on this thrice-sinful earth wanted, wants, and will want. Therefore, this love affair with this attractive young man turned out to be more timely and appropriate for our heroine than ever before.
Let's not forget about one more nuance. Her two previous sexual experiences involved, as we have already said, only bedrooms and feather beds. Figuratively speaking, a closed space. Now, during their love games, she was given additional courage by the fact that everything happened in the open air, in the lap of nature! Accompanied by the smells of herbs, the trills of birds, the rustle of grass, a light breeze... All this added additional romance to an already romantic and voluptuous relationship. True... As for voluptuousness, the further this all went on, the more often our nymphomaniac remembered Edward Bloomfield. She increasingly compared Jack's masculine strength with the madness that Edward was doing then, and realized how much Jack was inferior to the one who was the first man in her life... At first, her closeness with Jack suited her quite well. She was hungry for sex, she was happy with everything, just to get what every woman wants and strives to get. But the longer this went on, the more her natural need was satisfied, the more she realized that she wanted not just sex, but the kind she had with Edward! Edward…
Sometimes she closed her eyes and thought about him. How passionately she wanted to meet him, tell him everything she thought about him, throw out her anger at him for his betrayal and insult. Her nodules played, she clenched her fists in anger, but, of course, she could not do anything. Although it was possible, of course, to go to Chester in search of him. Hawarden, where they met with Jack almost every day, is actually in the suburbs of Chester. It's just a stone's throw away! You can walk there! But the girl put this thought off for later every time. She didn't want to think about the bad things right now. She had a fabulous period in her life, and she did not want to overshadow it with showdowns and revenge.
Besides, she didn't think anything but bad things about Edward. She remembered more and more often his ability to please a woman, incomparable to anyone else, but also simply all the good things that happened in their relationship. After all, there was more than just sex between them. There were good words on his part, and kind deeds, and tender glances, and much that made her now, remembering what she had lived, ask herself the question: maybe it’s not just that he attracts me to him as a skillful lover? Perhaps she's just in love with him? And despite all the insults and everything else, she is ready to forgive him everything? Just to be with him again!
What?! Forgive?! This?! Never! Angelina gave herself an answer to her own question, threw the cheater and traitor out of her head and tried to think only about Jack from now on. It’s so good with him too...
And today they will certainly spend a romantic and voluptuous night in a remote and cozy corner of the picturesque park in Hawarden. He promised to dedicate poems to her, and she mentally imagined how thrilled she would be, for the first time in her life listening to poems that were dedicated to her and only her!
Why has he been gone for so long?! They agreed to meet near a very beautiful old stone arch at the entrance to the park. It’s already evening, it’s starting to get dark quickly, but he’s still not there. He was never late. She began to worry.
It was at that moment that she saw him. But his appearance did not reassure her, but, on the contrary, alarmed her even more. For both from his hasty gait, visible from afar, and from the expression on his face when he came closer to her, she realized that he was clearly excited and nervous. A bad feeling pierced her heart.
- What's happened? “She asked in an alarming voice from afar, at that moment when he was just approaching her.
- Nothing happened! “He answered hastily. - Everything is fine! You could even say that everything is very good!
- Do not lie to me! I see that you are very excited about something.
- Yes, but this is a pleasant excitement. I'm even glad! I am very glad that another job turned up for me! In which you will help me.
She looked at him in surprise.
- What kind of work? How can I help you?
- Here's what. “He looked around, as if he wanted to make sure that no one was drying them out. – I have an unusual job. I catch... I help catch those who... Well, how can I explain this more clearly? Who is not friendly with the law. Who needs to be punished? Arrest, put in jail.
- Oh my God! – The girl exclaimed in amazement. - Horrible…
- It will be horror for the one I lure into a trap and help to catch. For me it's not horror. For my... - He stopped for a moment. – I get quite a lot of money for my work! Very good! But today I need help. Come with me. It's nearby. Two steps away.
He grabbed her hand tightly and literally pulled her along with him. She had no choice but to follow him, barely keeping up, saying at the same time:
- How should I help? I don't want to help anything! I don’t want to participate in cases related to arrests, prisons and other horrors!
- There are no horrors! There are truly terrible things that these people did! And for which they must be punished! We will do a good deed! Here! We came! Look at these gates! Now you will hide further away, in those thickets. I'll leave for now. You will be in your shelter without leaving there! So that he doesn't see you! I'll go back with him. I will distract him with endless conversations, I will lull his vigilance. Having entered these gates, we will follow further, deeper into this estate. There will be people waiting for us who will grab him. Everything is thought out! But I want to avoid accidents. Suddenly, at the last minute, he notices a catch and takes to his heels. There, at the entrance to the house, there is something that can alert him. Of course I don't want him to run away. Then I... Then you and I will not receive such a generous reward. I cannot lock the gate in his presence, after we enter it. This will definitely alert him. So you will do it! If you hear screams, the noise of a running person, then immediately run up to this gate, put this key in the keyhole, make at least one or two turns with the key, like this, see? Pull out the key again so that the runner cannot open the lock, and immediately run to your hiding place. Even if he turns out to be a nimble fellow and will first run away from us, then, having fallen into this trap... The closed gate will not allow him to escape... We will be able to quickly overtake him and... And send him where he deserves. Here! Hold the key!
And, without waiting for an answer, Jack thrust it into the hands of the confused girl. She instinctively took it, held it in her hand, but immediately tried to return it back.
- I don't want to participate in this! This is vile! Prison is terrible! I don't want anyone to get there!
- This is a terrible and terrible criminal, Miss Angelina! He deserves it! You will do a good deed! Besides... We are talking about big money! As soon as you and I receive them, we will leave... I will take you away... I will take you to a place where you will be like in a fairy tale! We will make all these trips not in our fantasies, but in reality! I assure you, Miss Angelina! Everything will be fine! Come over here. Hide here. Hurry up. It's time for me to go after that man!
Jack did not let our heroine come to her senses. He dragged her into the nearby thickets, taking her by the shoulders, literally placing her in one place, like a steadfast tin soldier, behind a large bush.
- From here you can see and hear everything. Your help may not be needed. But if you hear that he is running away, please back me up! All! I went after him! Don't let us down! Our future depends on this, Miss Angelina!
And he walked away hastily.
Everything happened so quickly, he said in such a hurry, and with such pressure, that all this did not give her the opportunity to come to her senses.
Now, standing in this stupid place, being in an even more stupid position, she didn’t know what to do. She really wanted to give up on everything, to come out of her hiding place, but... But she understood that now she could come face to face with both Jack and the one he would accompany. By doing this she will greatly let down her new friend. And she didn’t want a quarrel with him. She started to get used to him, she even started making some possible plans for a future with him. Still just plans! But she didn’t want to erase him from her life now. That's why she decided to sit quietly, here in the bushes, without sticking her nose out, hoping that everything would work out and her help wouldn't be needed.
Soon she heard Jack's loud voice. He was walking with someone, and she was telling him something cheerfully and carefree. He spoke without stopping, showing his complacency, captivating the listener with kindness and spontaneity. The girl decided not to even stick her head out and not see what was coming there, but, judging by the situation, she understood that Jack, having entered the gate with his companion, followed along the alley deep into the estate, and his listener had no choice but to hurry after him and listen to his stories.
When Jack's voice began to become so distant that it was barely audible, she decided that everything had already worked out. That everything is almost behind us. Jack himself will do what he has in mind, and she, Angelina, will not need help in this matter.
She came out of her hiding place and took a few steps towards the gate, but she still did not dare to come closer to it. I decided to wait to see how it all ends.
It was at this time that she heard the quickly approaching tramp of feet of a fleeing man, and distant, but also approaching, heart-rending screams: “Hold it! Hold him!
Everything inside the girl broke down... She was very scared. She didn't know what to do. Run and close the lock? As Jack asked? No! Not that! She didn’t want to take sin on her soul! Go back to the bushes and hide there? But Jack may take her betrayal very painfully. He might leave her. And she really didn’t want to be abandoned again... The third man in her life, and the third separation in a row... It was beyond her understanding...
And the stamping of feet and screams were getting closer. There was no time left to think. Something definitely had to be decided! Here and now! This very minute!
And she decided! Almost closing her eyes in fear, she rushed to the gate, stuck the key in, made two turns, pulled the gate doors, made sure they were locked, stuck the key back, and got ready to run away. With her peripheral vision, she saw that the runner was already running up to the gate. She didn't want to look at him. She understood that she would be terribly ashamed in front of this stranger for what she had done. She didn't want their eyes to meet. Therefore, holding the key tightly in her hand, she took a step to rush away as fast as she could, to run into the bushes. But it was at this time that I heard a painfully familiar voice behind me:
- Angelina!
She recognized that voice immediately! She would recognize him from thousands, hundreds of thousands, from millions of others! She immediately turned around... Their gazes met...
God! It is he! He! Which she has been dreaming about lately! In whose arms I so wanted to be, to whom I solemnly confessed my love! Whom she so passionately wanted to take revenge on and send him to prison bars! Now fate itself did it! Instead of her, Angelina! If only she could just leave now, leave silently, and her passionate desire would come true! She would take revenge on him! He would have ended up in the Tower!
But she remembered very well what she had once seen there. Now suddenly, with a sobering clarity for herself, she realized that she would wish this man everything, but not the Tower...
The noise of the chase was getting closer, Jack and his friends were already very close.
She looked at Edward again...
If he would now fall to his knees in front of her and begin to passionately beg her to open the lock, she might look at the situation with different eyes. She would understand that this is the same former, unchanged, vile little man who thinks only about himself.
But he was silent...
He just stood there and looked at her silently. He looked with a piercing, burning gaze... A gaze that enchanted her then, and now could not leave her indifferent...
She saw some kind of feat in this behavior of his. He preferred the Tower, just not to look subjugated, broken and humiliated in her eyes!
She saw before her a proud man, whose pride could not but arouse her respect and admiration...
And she made her choice...
She put in the key, opened the lock, took a step to the side...
Seeing in front of him a clear path to escape, he quietly whispered a short “Thank you!” and immediately disappeared around the corner! He ran away into the night, into the darkness, towards his native Chester.
Then something even more incredible happened...
Angelina slammed the gate, and did it right in front of her pursuers, turned the key, took it out of the keyhole, and threw it away from her with all her might.
Despite the heart-rending screams of those pursuing her, and first of all Jack, who unsuccessfully tried to tear the powerful, unyielding gates off their hinges, she slowly, silently and thoughtfully wandered towards her native Flint...


The second story about “The Seductress from Flint” was written on October 3, 2023, in the UK, in North Wales, in the town of Flint, Bolingbroke Street 135.