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The fireplace crackled.
Rebecca was dressed in a brown dress.
Her face was kind.
"I was going to say that never have I seen such beauty M'Lady. Until I saw you" Richard said, blushing.
"I'm not pretty" Rebcecca said, "I'm a Village girl. A simple Village girl" Rebecca said, as she placed her right hand by the fireplace.
"Well, you're pretty" Richard said.
Rebecca blushed.
"I am grateful for you saving me, Sir" she said.
"I'm not a Sir; I'm a...Collector". Richard said.
He didn't want to say the word Thief. He couldn't say that to Rebecca.
"And what do you collect, Sir?". Rebecca enquired, as she her breasts went up and down. She smiled at Richard, as she kissed him.
"Oh, jewels, diamonds, amulets, and statues". Richard said.
"Oh, but aren't they in Museums?", Rebecca said.
"Oh, yes. I'm sure they're in those places...Anyway, I have some red slippers M'Lady, to keep your feet warm", Richard said.
And he gave her his dead Mother's slippers.
"They were Mother's before she died in 1853. I'm sure she'll be happy for a woman to have them" Richard added, smiling.
And Rebecca hugged him.
"I'm sorry, Sir" she said, and placed the slippers on.
They fitted perfectly.
"Where's your Father?", Rebecca said.
"Died in 1857. Shot in a hunting accident while catching foxes in the woods". Richard said, sadly.
And Rebecca hugged him.
Richard felt her breasts and was aroused by her exciting touch.
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SaTaN's BeLLS (Book One)
HorrorIn London, England, 1860, 22 year old James Maygrove, enters a demonic Manor where demons dwell looking for riches that he was told was there...but what he sees is beyond horror, as his sense of reality is fractured, as well as his sanity. The new h...
