CHAPTER THREE“You are a strange man, my Lord!”
The Marquis of Wayne smiled at the speaker and thought as he had often thought before, that she looked extremely alluring.
Her body was perfect, her breasts high and her waist very small.
“In what way?” he asked.
Harriette Wilson pondered a moment before she replied,
“It is difficult to put into words, but there is always a barrier between us even in our most intimate moments. I have the feeling that it is not especially because of my deficiencies that it is erected.”
“If there is a barrier,” the Marquis replied, “then I assure you that it exists for everyone and has nothing to do with you personally.”
“I rather suspected that,” Harriette replied, “and I have been wondering what it is! Why do you keep us all – perhaps the world itself –
