Chapter 45: Something Of An Anesthetic AppreciationThe Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Hazel eyes flickered with mischief as they watched the movements of a thinly built redhead with puffy cheeks and emerald green eyes given to decidedly pale skin and an average build. Alain Remington found himself quite enthralled with the goings-on of the redhead girl only a few years younger than him as she worked day and night at the local linen cleaning spot. He frequented the tavern more often than not leaving the confines of his room to get himself good and drunk only to come back to an empty room and pass out in bed despite his need for companionship of sorts. His birthday had only been a month away and the new year right after and he had planned to indulge in whatever he liked when the time came. Casimir's wedding was only two days away and already he and Noreen seemed to have gotten closer and closer still.Rage burned inside Alain to the likes of which
Chapter 46: Embittered PerceptionsAlain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Aches and pains the world over greeted the ailing Alain Remington when he opened his eyes to find that he'd been hauled back to his rented space after yet another night of hard drinking and endless mischief. His face hurt something awful as he recalled a fist crashing into it over and over in the wake of the tavern brawl that had broken out due to the patrons and Alain in his drunken stupor getting a bit too rowdy after an argument. Fists continued to fly for hours on end until everyone either grew too exhausted to throw another punch or were chased off by the owner of the tavern. Much to the shock of those who had been in attendance, The ailing young noble had surprisingly come out on top, beating the best of the brutes to the point of causing them to quit the match-up as if it were nothing. He'd been tagged in the face a time or two, but not enough to stop him from
Chapter 47: The Shameless Swindling Of Virtue Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Drunkenness could have possibly been to blame for the way Alain Remington had suddenly taken an interest in the innocent redhead peasant girl as he often looked upon her with eyes teeming with lust and desire unmatched when he saw her day in and day out. She'd been a sweet thing, trying her best to appease his tumultuous temperament and sexually charged directness when it came to her. The fisticuffs champion had been something of a shameless flirt when it came to his drink and he was often escorted back to his room because of it. The Innkeeper had invested quite a bit in the wonderous fighter and sought to protect him even from himself as the days rolled on and he remained undefeated. The peasant girl, known vaguely to him as Cordelia had once more ventured into Alain's room, which was surprisingly always left unlocked for her whenever he inclined tha
Chapter 48: A Shameful Morning After Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... An agonized groan escaped a still very hungover Alain Remington as he rolled onto his back amid the soft covers that lined his bed. He had some kind of a headache that only intensified with the onset of beaming sunlight that pierced the makeshift drapes and came right for his face as he winced in pain and found himself awakening before he was good and ready. He was quite shocked to find that he'd been naked although it was more or less routine ever since he'd taken to drink and in the company of a strange new bedmate. Alain froze when his movements to escape the blaring light of the sun jolted the slumbering smaller female body which had been tucked very neatly amid the covers and his naked form he gasped for a moment unsure of what transpired the previous night when he'd been under the influence of his less than savory feelings and drink. The naked pale redhead
Chapter 49: Something Like A Downward Spiral Alain's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)... Whispers and stares abound when Alain finally strolls into the mansion after a long weekly absence. He looked disheveled and wild via his hair and his clothing had been a mess in the sight of those who had known him best. He cared not for their concern nor their frequent whispers as he moved about ignoring their presence in search of his chambers to avoid the unwanted lectures about his recent radical shift in behavior. Noreen had been the first to observe him as he moved about clearly drunk and reeking of wine and filth. She had been embarrassed for him, and doubly so for his mother had she been privy to seeing her youngest son in such a state. She made up her mind to confront him, although it never seemed to do any good. They would inevitably spit and he'd rush off and do what he wanted in the first place. Still, she had not been able to sit idly by and watch the po
Chapter 50: A Fancy Round Of FisticuffsThe Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Fists met flesh as the two men went back and forth with blows with embedded knuckles as they fought to keep themselves upright amid the booze they ingested prior to slugging it out and the various blows absorbed against their respective persons. Alain Remington was faring quite well against the chosen opponent and holding his own despite his drunkenness. In the corner of the room, a lone redhead girl had taken a special interest in the evening's bout in the form of watching the handsome nobleman take on the dirty seafarer. Both had been shirtless, stripped down to their trousers, and stumbled about after a substantial application of drink on both their parts while committing to wayward blows dealt to one another via the intent to come away with a hard-fought victory once the bout had come to an end. The redhead, who had been none other than the peasant girl Cordelia Barlow
Chapter 51: When Despair Gives Way To Unseemly Acts Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Soft warm flesh had been against equally bare flesh as Alain Remington found himself looking down into the emerald green eyes of the timid young peasant girl who had followed him to his room and into his bed on many a night following his most impressive of fisticuff bouts. His drunken lips crashed into the soft pink lips of the rather quiet and nimble lass beneath him as he found his way to thrusting his massive appendage into the moaning girl as she clung to him amid the darkness of his tavern room. They were alone as much as two ships lost at sea adrift via the waves of sensation and emotion alike as the older lad continued to infringe upon the peasant girl's long-stolen virtue. She happily accommodated him, wrapping her slender pale thighs along his own larger lean body as he towered above her grunting in the wake of the tight clenching aroun
Chapter 52: The Perks Of Blissful IgnoranceAlain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Rolling onto his back as the unimpeded beams of sunlight hit his handsome face, Alain Remington had been a bit shocked to find that he had not been in bed alone as his cock tented the hard-pressed sheets that lined his temporary bed and the pungent scent of sex and lingering vomit filled the air along with the tinge of rum and flowers. He felt the onset of the cool air along the pale bare flesh of his lean muscled chest as he sought to make sense of his surroundings. While he had a few bumps and bruises from his journey into the wonderful world of fisticuffs, Alain had noted he'd been bandaged and cleaned just the same and had not recalled doing it himself. The hazel eyes of the formerly slumbering noble had come into focus and at last, he attempted to sit up finding himself unable to do so with his head swimming and his body too weak from strenuous acti