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frowned on our behavior, and this often
caused Percy concern. Percy had a friend, a French Comte, Michel De Vercier who
arrived at Thurrock Hall with his sister Centaine for a short visit. They were both
young and beautiful people. He, deliciously handsome, dark and suave, and his
sister at nineteen was voluptuous. If I was ever tempted to be unfaithful to
Percy it was then. I was very much attracted to Michel, but we never shared an
intimacy other than a slow waltz. Centaine was always everywhere. She seemed to
appear out of nowhere when I was alone with Percy - beautifully and
delightfully intrusive. She even knocked on our bedroom door one night while we
were making love to ask Percy about some riding arrangements for the following
day. She had peeped around the door to speak to Percy. I brazenly stood naked
hoping it might tease or torment her. I had a slight suspicion she rather favored
Percy, and it wasn't long before I was proved right. Comte Michel went home to
his chateau after a week, but his beautiful sister decided to stay on at Thurrock
Hall. The weather back home in France that August was very hot, so she decided to
remain in England until the heat wave was over. I left for work in London every
Monday morning. I would stay in London and I arrived back on Fridays. While in
town, I was tormented with the thought of this exquisite French tart spending
time alone with Percy.
    Listening intently, Henry glanced
across the table and noticed that Vera’s countenance had taken on an almost
trance-like remoteness. To him, it seemed that her consciousness was now firmly
fixed in the past as she continued her story.
    Three weeks passed and she
was still flaunting her hot loins and perfect breasts around the estate,
scantily dressed in skimpy summer shorts, and flimsy lace tops with no
underwear. She was a profound whore and I told Percy as much and enquired of
him when was she leaving. He replied, she was the sister of his very good
friend and we could reciprocate the visit at any time to their chateau. He said
he couldn't just ask her to leave. Our lovemaking became a little strained and
I began to blame her presence. But Percy only taunted me saying how jealous I
was. On one occasion I arrived unannounced mid-week. Neither were there; they
had gone horse riding and she had taken my black mare that was so precious to
me I'd never loan her to anyone. Mam Butler met me and said she'd take my bag
to our bedroom, but I said no, I wanted to lie down after my journey. I never realized
she was protecting Percy.  Centaine’s clothes and her negligee were scattered
on the floor. They must have had sex after the maids had seen to the room that morning.
I went downstairs and out through a side door. I waited out of sight in a
corner of the stables until they arrived back. Then I was treated to more than
I had bargained for. Laughing and frolicking they turned out the horses and
then Centaine swiftly
divested herself of her riding
britches, lay back on a bed of new straw, before pulling Percy on top of her.
Their sex was loud and vigorous; her movements sensual and extravagant. So much
so, I felt I had been inadequate.  I stood transfixed as Percy thrust into her
like a stallion until she reached an unrestrained climax. He then rolled off
her semi-naked body.
    It took me a little time to
adjust to reality and take in the scene.
    Distraught, I screamed and screamed,
and ran back into the house. After he followed me to our room, he made no
excuses. He said that he was in love with Centaine and everything was over. I
returned to my home and my broken-hearted parents who shared my pain.”
    Although shocked by her
candidness, Henry could feel her anguish and helplessness as her life was
stripped of all pleasures, hopes and dreams. Her affection and love cast aside
like flotsam in a tempest.
    Vera gazed over to Henry and
seeing his somewhat concerned expression, she immediately apologized for her
uncharacteristic frankness in front of