Assured of the privacy I need, I move toward my stepsister’s hut and creep stealthy up the stairs. They creak with the wind that has suddenly sprung up. Gazing at the swirling mass of clouds overhead, I wonder if it will rain tonight. That would be good for my purposes, drowning out noises that the rest of world need not hear.
Like David, Lydia is fast asleep in her unsuspecting repose. One lovely breast is exposed to the air having fallen from her nightgown. I’m reminded of the night she m*********d before my eyes, how lovely her supple body looked flushed with s*x. Can I perpetrate this cruelty to her? I wonder.
Looking beyond her, I spy her wedding dress hanging on the wall, covered with white netting. Instantly, I remember her treachery. My purpose is renewed. I see she’s chosen some
