This is the eight entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part
of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to
find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
8. Relaxing
Mr Langston’s chafed lips puckered once more. For a healthy
gentleman, no more than fifty years of age, his face looked awfully affected by
the mere force of the wind. The rest of him was in adequate health and it lent
nothing to her need for relaxing when she had to keep inching away from the sly
approach of his hand.
He’d looked about to say something when the barouche jolted
to a halt.
When they were on the ground, Mr Langston and the driver
were inspecting the front where a cracked wheel rested in the sharp dip of
ground.
Keep away from those pudgy groping hands, Lady!! There is someone wonderful waiting for you!!
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