Chapter 15: Something Of An Inspired Change The Study, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England (1762)..... A summons from Sir Alfred Remington saw Alain receiving yet another interruption as he attempted to finish up his latest works. After leaving the old grove, he spent the better part of his evening completing three paintings in record time, a first for any painter, especially within the Duchene household. His father had been contacted by an art dealer looking to improve upon his collection. Alana's paintings were not up for sale as she collected them herself and showed them off at her many parties. The gentleman interested was a wealthy nobleman by the name of Sir Herbert Calhoun who seemed to be fascinated by Alain's latest works as they came in rare supply. He bought most of them and with this new direction his work was taking he became even more of a fan of it. When Alain arrived he'd been dressed rather casually in a paint-splattered long-sleeve white shirt unbuttoned a
Chapter 16: Hearts Of Fire Feed Loins Of DesireThe Old Grove, The Usual Meeting Place, England, (1762)... For the first time since they had begun sharing meetings beneath The Old Grove, Noreen McCray had been the first to arrive, she seemed deep in thought and given to reflection as the inquisitive Alain approached. She was her usual lovely self, sitting on a wayward root big enough to be mistaken for a branch below the tree and wearing rather casual attire, A white blouse with lace trimmings and a long dark brown skirt that nearly covered her ankles and slightly comfortable shoes despite the leggings being something of a bother for her now and again with how tight they squeezed the flesh of her calves. Her long dark hair had been pulled into a neat ponytail and she seemed pleased to see him despite there not having been a definite time agreed upon to meet.Alain himself was dressed just as casually, his dark brown trousers and dark brown leather boots seemed to compliment hi
Chapter 17: All Manner Of Question And Scandalous IntrigueCasimir's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England, (1762)... Intense grunting could be heard at the door of Casimir Duchene's bedchambers, The brilliantly carved maple oak wood doors did little to keep out the noises as Casimir saw to sating his lustful appetite after having woken up that morning in a state of much-needed attention. He had managed to corner one of the working maids and a bumbling servant boy now and again as they made their rounds. For years rumor and conjecture existed about Casimir's less-than-savory tendencies but no one ever found any truth to it. Casimir of course was quite the dastardly lad when it came to his desires in terms of sexual exploits. This morning had been no different as he awoke in the center of his rather large black four-poster bed amid specially stitched sheets of gold and pillows of the softest plush and white that lined his bed when it had been made as well as the floor
Chapter 18: The Boy With A Seafaring HeartAlain's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England, (1762)... Finely even brush strokes commanded the attention of Alain Remington as he found himself once more before what had once been a blank canvas before his arrival after parting from Noreen at the old grove. No one had noticed his arrival as he'd gotten particularly good at slipping into and out of the manor unnoticed. One would possibly surmise that he'd been as good as Casimir at getting in and out without drawing unwanted attention. He had no doubt that his parents would be worried if they knew about his unseemly acts beneath the old grove but he was a man in his own right and didn't need their constant hovering. As protective as they were, he didn't feel it was particularly fair that Casimir had been bedding women of all ages at just fourteen and he was left to his own devices the moment it came to light. Meanwhile, his parents continued to monitor him and every interact
Chapter 19: The Upcoming Tides Of Change The Lobkney Docks, Boylsten, England, (1762)... Chilled winds wafted in from a murky sea and the stench of rancid garbage and the salty sea air was quite abundant as Alain made his way toward the Lobkney Docks on the south end of Bolysten. It was a seedy place and it was interesting that Noreen opted to meet him in such a place. He nearly lost himself in the onset of sea fog but navigated it in time to find her standing at the end of the docks with what appeared to have been a lot on her mind. He didn't know much about her background before their love affair took place but he was willing to listen to whatever she had to say if they were meeting in such a public location. Noreen seemed a bit sad but quickly wiped away her tears as she rushed over to him throwing her arms around his neck and treating him to a series of seemingly desperate kisses. "Are you alright Love?" asked Alain with a good deal of concern in his tone. "I'm fine," re
Chapter 20: Relishing Stolen Moments Old Wood Tavern, Boylsten, England, (1762)... Upon entry into the strange tavern after following the eerie glow of the lamp through the fog, Alain found himself quite uncomfortable due to not having any experience in surroundings such as this. It was the kind of place we're not even Casimir, in his bold and daring aspect of carefree living did not dare venture and as a result, it worried the newly arrived lad. They were the only ones to enter so early in the day it seemed and it only served to make Alain all the more nervous as he stood behind Noreen who seemed content with the fact that they were the only people to arrive for the time being. The lone old man with a gruff expression and a black eye patch across his right eye seemed poised as they entered the door. His good eye, which had been a deep brown was focused intently on the young lad and his rather fancy blue coat. Alain's only concern was for the well-being of his lady and her su
Chapter 21: A Round Of Much Needed Retribution The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England, (1762)... More than a week had passed since that most peculiar day Noreen had asked Alain to meet her at the docks and they ended up sharing a bed at a local tavern. Alain could not get over the dirty looks he received when he exited after spending more than a few hours with Noreen. He could never tell if it was because he was of noble standing or if it was the act everyone had perceived he'd been up to that made them all dislike him. Noreen seemed to pay them all no mind as she escorted him from the docks and back to the areas where he'd been accustomed to traveling. Alain saw his way to stealing another series of kisses before she parted going on her way as she had so many times before as he ventured back toward home. Before parting she insisted they meet at the old grove before he was scheduled to depart as it was her favorite place for their encounters. He didn't tell her that he thought t
Chapter 22: Hopeless In Need The Old Grove, Meeting Place, Leighton, England (1762)... Eager hands trailed along the firm and ample backside of one Noreen McCray as Alain lifted her off the ground while they exchanged a series of heated and desperate kisses. She had managed to get him out of his coat and shirt which littered the ground amid the flower beds and was well on her way to working on undoing his trousers when he snatched her up with strength she didn't even know he possessed and pulled her onto his lap. He'd done a rather good job of getting her out of her knickers and impressively undid her bodice in record time as her supple breasts bounced into full view once they were freed. The heavy breathing between them was the only sound aside from the swaying branches of the old grove in the background via the onset of a small breeze and their pounding hearts in anticipation of the act they so longed for continued to mount. It was well understood that Alain's seafaring voyag