1. My Aunt. Chapter 20


    Date: 1/15/2016, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    yourself now. These things have to be done I am afraid.” She looked at him for a moment, then said, “Yes, I know, I'm sorry.” and, turning to Aunt Helen, “Please forgive me.” “Do not worry, Marjory, I understand. It is very difficult for all of us.” My aunt smiled for a short while, then turned again to the vicar. “So, Reverend, the service. I would like to give Maggie a proper send off. You know, the full service and interment in the parish churchyard.” “Really?” The vicar sat back, his eyebrows raised. “But she was just a s...” He stopped suddenly. “A servant, Reverend? Is that what you were going to say?” My aunt looked angry and stared at him. “Was she not a human being? A kind and generous woman? Does she not deserve a decent burial?” “Erm, yes, of course.” Reverend Wallace shuffled in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. Suddenly and completely without warning, Marjory Wallace banged her hand down hard on the table, rattling the crockery and cutlery. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” She screamed as she jumped to her feet. “I can't take this any more, Francis. You sit there as if she was nothing, just because she was a serving girl!” Bethany and Sally rushed in from the kitchen, having heard the noise. “You got that poor young woman into trouble because you couldn't keep your filthy hands to yourself!” She pointed directly at Bethany. “But that wasn't enough for you, Francis, oh no!” She was shaking violently now, the tears pouring down her face. Reverend Wallace went to ...
    comfort her. “Ssshhh, my dear, you are upset.” bur she wasn't going to shush. She slapped his hands away from her. “No, Francis, I won't 'ssshhh'. I have put up with you and your floozies for long enough. You killed that poor woman and you involved me too. Having that young girl flogged for something she didn't do was bad enough but you, you had to find someone to flog yourself. You will rot in hell for what you have done, you disgusting man, and you will take me with you. What you did to that poor woman will haunt me for the rest of my life. I hope you hang, Francis Wallace, I hope you hang!” Marjory sank down again onto her chair and fell forwards against the table, her head resting on her arms as her body heaved with sobbing. “Marjory, What are you saying?” The vicar's eyes darted to and fro and he stepped towards his wife and placed his hand upon her shoulder. Again she pushed him away. “I cannot lie for you any more, Francis,” she said between sobs. “You are supposed to be God fearing and yet you use your position to behave in the most ungodly way imaginable.” Slowly she stood. The tears gone now and a look of, well, nothing as she stared at his face. “You tied that woman and whipped and flogged her. Your ignored her screams, even became excited by them and, when she could scream no more, you, you..., you damaged her so violently, Francis, without a care for her safety and what you could be doing to her.” We all stood transfixed, shocked, quite unable to take in what was ...
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