Enslaved To Passion Bound By Love

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Main Characters: Glen, Molly, Trish, Mark

Plot: On an old Southern Plantation in the 1800's 2 brothers

(Mark,Glen) fall in love with 2 sisters(Molly,Trish).

Rating: Some parts may be (NC-17) because of M/F love scenes.

The hot Georgia sun made the day a miserable outing. The simple

carriage ride to the shops in Atlanta had been excruciatingly difficult. Molly Riley

had to listen to her twin sister Trish complain and moan all the way back to

the plantation. Molly looked out the window and saw their slaves doing backbreaking

work in the fields. Her heart went out to them and their intolerable condition

in life. She hated slavery with a passion. Most of the young women she

considered her friends. Not her property. She had a particular dislike

for their fathers overseer Ramsey Harwell. He was an evil man who treated

them no better than dogs. On more than one occasion she had seen him beat several slaves nearly to death with his whip. She tried to tell her father but Ramsey always

wiggled out of any punishment or firing from his job. Sweat poured down her

face as she turned to get her hanckershift. Molly's ears were ringing from the

sound of her sister's voice. Eventhough they were twins, she often wondered

how their personalities could be so different. Trish was so self-centered,

arrogant and unfeeling while she was just the opposite. Even so she

loved her dearly and vice-versa.

"Lordy mercy... Is this weather ever going to cool off." Trish said.

"It's so hot my undergarments are sticking to me like a second skin."

"Trisha!!" Molly said in an embarrassed tone.

"Well it's true." "And when I get home I'm going to have Jasmine fix me

a big old glass of lemonade and sit myself in a cool bath." she said with a

Just when Molly thought she was through with her tirade...

"And to top it all off I had to bump into the most arrogant man in

town, Mark Jessup." "GGGrrrr... every time I see that man it makes my blood boil."

"I think he's quite nice and very handsome." Molly said just to

"Nice!!!" Trish screamed as Molly tried to cover her ears.

"Oh he's nice alright!" "So nice he wouldn't even be a gentleman and

help me pick up my packages when they fell on the ground." Trish continued.

"That insufferable bore even laughed at me!"

"Well get used to seeing him Trisha." Molly interjected. "Papa invited

him and his brother for supper tomorrow night." "I guess their gonna talk

business but he still wants us to be present." "So mind your manners."

"Good God!" Trish yelled. "Isn't it bad enough we have to put up with

that insufferable yankee." "Now we have to put up with his brother too."

"I know you dont like him and to be honest I dont care for him much

myself either but papa expects us to behave so we will."

"You might but I wont!" "I'll never put on airs for that wretched man

or his brother." an angry Trish replied.

"Hurry up Trisha, papa is waiting for us downstairs." "We're already late." Molly yelled.

"Okay just let me check my hair." Trisha said as she walked to the full-length mirror and perused her lovely figure.

"Surely your not going to wear that dear sister." "It's ah...well ahh its a little too lowcut isn't it." Molly said with disapproving eyes. "And for someone who doesn't like Mr. Jessup you sure are primping and prancing a lot." she laughed.

"I hate that man!" Trisha screamed. "And for you to suggest otherwise is deplorable." as she tilted her head.

"I'm wearing the kind of dress that I always wear." she said in a haughty voice. "I certainly would never wear the kind of clothes you wear."

"Your a beautiful young 18 year old woman Molly not a 40 year old woman." "For God's sake get rid of those ugly dark dresses and those spectacles you wear." "Get your hair out of that bun." "Let it flow down your shoulders."

"Well I happen to like the way I look." Molly said, now truly hurt by her sister's outburst.

"Oh Mol I'm sorry." Trisha said. "I just want you to see your beauty like I do."

"We better get going." "Papa is waiting for us." as Molly tried to change the subject.

(the girls walking down the staircase)

"Ah here they are gentlemen, my lovely twin daughters." Mr. Riley said.

Molly smiled at Mark. He looked handsome as always. His height and build took some people by surprise but all the women she knew found him extremely attractive. All except for her sister that is. Molly was then introduced to Mark's brother Glen. She had to stretch to see him as well. She noticed he wore a small patch that went above his eye to down the side of his face. He bent down to kiss her hand to greet her and strange tingles shot through her body. His penetrating eyes bore into her soul and she was taken aback by the unexpected pleasure of his touch. Meanwhile, Trisha wasn't fairing much better with Mark. Although she couldn't stand him, his commanding prescense made it all but impossible for her to ignore him. When he reached out to kiss her hand in greeting he used his tongue to lightly lick her skin. Trisha all but fainted from the erotic feel of his lips and tongue on her hand.

"Shall we go in for dinner everyone?" Mr. Riley asked. as the women were shaken out of their momentary lapse.

"Mark you will be sitting next to Trisha while Glen you will be sitting next to Molly." as they neared the table. The two sisters looked at each other with slight trepidation wondering how they would ever get through the night with such handsome and mysterious men by their side.

Dinner was tolerable at best. Molly tried her best not to stare at the handsome young man sitting next to her but curiosity got the better of her. She often noticed he would touch the patch with his hand as if he were trying to hide it or as if he were embarrassed by it. Molly wondered what could have happened to such a magnetic man to scar him physically and seemingly emotionally. Trish's curiosity for Mark was just as strong. The only difference was that her stares were one of daggers. She hated his smirking, his condecending tone and his constant attempts at stifling any chance she had to join in on the conversation. All this was great fodder for Molly who felt that Trish had finally met her match. And, by the end of the night Trish was seething inside. Finally her ordeal was over or so she thought. But, when Mark told her father how much he would love a tour of the estate her father all but volunteered her to show him around. Of course she tried her best to get out of it but her pleas fell on death ears. Mr. Riley saw the Jessup brothers as a business cue and if a simple tour around the estate with one of his beautiful daughters was what Mark wanted than that's what Mark would get. Trish saw Molly's smiling face laughing at her situation and she all but jumped over the table to scratch her sister's eyes out. The only thing that stopped her was her father's prescense in the room.

(Later that night walking around the estate)

"Cat got your tongue sweetheart?" Mark asked as he smiled at the little spitfire who had been doing her best to ignore him.

"Dont call me that!!" Trish yelled with her eyes ablazin. "We hardly know each other and you are just too forward."

"I see the the spitfire has claws." as he smiled again. If she wasn't so mad at him she probably would have found him very attractive.

"Well you might have fooled papa into thinking your a gentlemen but I happen to know that you're everything but that sir." she said with her chest heaving up and down from anger.

Her breasts looked like they might spill out from the gown at any second. Mark licked his lips with his wet tongue. Just the thought of tasting those large round globes with their hard pink nipples made his mouth water and his cock hard. The way he stared at her body made her tingle all over. She walked up to him and slapped him across the face then turned to leave to go back to the house. But Mark had other plans for her.

"You're right I'm not a gentlemen." "Because a gentlemen would never do this." as he reached for her with his hand.

Trish tried to run away but in her haste she lost her footing a fell to the ground. Mark did his best to try and catch her but he tripped also. Landing right on top of her soft little body.

Ch.4 (R) When Mark's big hard body landed on top of hers it almost took her breath away. The feel of his strong masculine body was exciting to say the least. But, Trish knew this compromising position was wrong so she tried to get up. They both gasped when he took his finger and lightly started stroking her cheek and her mouth with it. Desire suddenly shot through her body and it wasn't until she noticed his eyes roaming from her face, to her neck, to the tops of her breasts that she realized the pink tips of her nipples were now exposed to his hot gaze. Taking those large globes into his hands he pressed them together as his mouth, tongue and teeth worked in unison to bring her the ultimate pleasure. His fingers slowly circled the hard nubs and pinched at them as well. Mark kissed her passionately using that same wet tongue to swirl round and round her own. Trish felt an unfirmiliar wetness gathering between her legs and she moaned in anticipation for his touch. She was truly shocked by her own behavior as well as his. Her other beaus never had treated her in such an indecent way before.

"OOhhh.. hhhmmmm it feels so good Mark." Trish moaned.

"Are you as hot as I am hard baby?" as he reached down and stroked his large erection. Moving that hand up her legs to the crotch of her now wet pantaloons he rubbed his palm against her.

"Please, I need... Oh God, Oh God!!!" she screamed.

Suddenly she felt his weight lifted from her body.

"Get up!!" he said harshly. "Leave now or I swear to God I wont be responsible for what happens."

Trish leaped up on shakey legs as she did her best to fix her clothing. Finally she looked at Mark's hard countenance. But this time it wasn't with a haughty, snobbish air but with confusion and embarrassment. Not wanting to stay a moment more she ran back to the house and prayed no one would see her disheveled state.

Ch.5 Molly looked out the large bay window in her room. She could see Glen Jessup's carriage pulling up in the front of the yard. Glen had been a frequent vistor to the plantation during the last few weeks. He would often talk business with her father then take long walks with her around the estate. Glen was a shy man by nature and because of this but Molly found a kindred spirit within him. They had become good friends, although Molly secretly dreamed for more. But who was she kidding. A handsome, powerful, wealthy man like that would never take a second look at her. No man ever did right? Molly would be surprised to know the effect she was having on Glen as well. At night she came to him in fantasies so erotic they might scare her if she knew about them. During the day, he had only to be around her to become aroused, and wanting to grab and kiss her passionately became the focal point of his day. Hearing the bustle of her sister Trish's dress down the hallway brought Molly out of her dreamy state. Recently Molly noticed a change in her demeanor as of late. She no longer was the snobby, outgoing sister she once knew. For weeks this had been going on and now Molly was starting to worry about her. It had been a month since she had attended any of the local social functions and she always seemed to have a faraway look on her face. Whenever Glen's brother Mark came over she became well... detached and even more distant. Mark often looked at her with an almost remorseful look in his eyes but Trish's cold stare always deterrred him from making any effort to apologize for his previous behavior. What had happened between them? Molly often wondered. She couldn't stand to see her sister in this state of mind anymore and she was determined to find out what was going on between them once and for all. So she headed to Trish's room for a little "girl talk".

"I said I dont want to talk about it Molly!!" Trish screamed.

"Well I'm not giving up!" Molly screamed back.

"What happened between you and Mark Jessup?" as she looked down at a now crying Trisha.

"He... he ah... kissed me." she said in a quiet voice.

"Oh for goodness sake!" "That's all." as Molly flopped down on the bed next to Trish. "There's more." Trish said between sniffles.

"More?" Molly said as she now became concerned for her sister. "Just how much more?" "You didn't sleep with him did you Trish." now holding her breath.

"No but I feel so ashamed." "Can I ask you something Trisha?" as she stroked her hair.

"Did you enjoy what he did too you?"

"Yes!! and that's what makes it so hard to be around him." Trisha said crying once more. "I'm so ashamed and embarrassed."

"I only wish Glen would look at me like Mark looks at you." Molly said.

"You're a very beautiful woman Mol and all you need is a little tweaking here and there and you would be perfect." Trish said trying to encourage her bookworm sister.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better Trisha." "You know that's not true." Molly said with a sad look on her face.

"Look at us dear sister." Trish said "This is not like you and me at all." "We usually have more courage and spunk." "The Riley girls are no push-overs now are they." she continued. "No we are not!" Molly replied.

"And I know just the place to give those Jessup brothers a run for their money." "And that's at the Evans ball next week." "And by the time I get through with you Glen Jessup wont even know what hit him." "He wont be able to take his eyes or his hands off you." Trish said to a hopeful looking Molly.

"Oh sister do you really think he will start to like me as more than just a friend?" Molly asked. "Not only that but when I get through with you he wont be able to keep his hands off you." Trish said in a determined voice.

Molly prayed her sisters words would come true

(night of the Evans ball)

Molly looked in the mirror and couldn't believe the woman she saw staring back at her. Gone were the glasses, gone was the always same bun hairstyle, gone were the high-necked gowns. Instead they were replaced by no glasses, long flowing hair that draped across her shoulders and a low-cut dress that barely concealed her ample bosom.

"Is this really me Trisha?" she ask looking at herself in amazement.

"It's really you dear sister." Trish replied, as a single tear fell down her face from happiness. "Well.. shall we go?"

"Yes I'm ready." Molly said.

And hoped Glen would be too. Mr. Riley and his daughters entered into the house coming to stand before the long stairway and were introduced by the butler. Several oohhs and aaahhss could be heard among the people there. They were all taken aback by the beauty of the Riley women. Especially Molly who looked like a new person to the beavy of gentlemen there. One man in particular couldn't believe his eyes and that was Glen Jessup. He turned to go greet Molly but a group of young men already were crowded around her and Trish asking for a dance. Mark who was already half-way into his wine for the night, didn't like it either. The way the men just were throwing themselves at Trish. Well he wasn't going to stand for one minute more of it. Jealousy was about to rear it's ugly head.

Molly had danced with so many young men that night that she was starting to get a little dizzy. Deciding to go outside for some fresh air she found the gazebo and sat down for a moment. But what Molly didn't know was that she was being followed. And when she looked up and saw the face of Ramsey thier father's cruel slave overseer she was in shock.

"Well well now dont you look perrrty." as he smiled a leacherous smile at her.

"Mr. Ramsey what brings you here tonight?" Molly asked in a calm voice eventhough she felt anything but.

"Just doin a little socializing that's all." he replied. "Well I hope you have an enjoyable night then." as Molly got up to leave.

But he grabbed her arms tightly and would not let her go. She struggled for a moment but to no avail it was useless.

"Please let me go sir." she asked but that just made him hold on all the more tighter.

"I think you and I should have some fun sugar." he said as his head started to lower and take a kiss.

"I believe the young lady said let her go!!" a deep male voice said in the shadows.

They both looked up to see the towering 7"ft. figure of Glen Jessup staring down at the scene being played before him. Ramsey let go of her in an instant but before he could run away Glen grabbed awhold of him and gave him a threatening message that sent shivers up and down the man's body. Finally he let him go and a cowardly Ramsey ran off into the night.

"He's gone now sweetheart." he said to a weeping and shaking Molly.

As he took her in his arms and cradled her.

"Dont cry sweetheart." Glen said as he lifted her face up with his finger.

The pair stared in each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Glen wanted her so badly he could barely stand it. He had to kiss her, he had to have a taste of her or he knew he would go crazy. Slowly he bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips. He did this several times until he realized it wasn't enough. He needed more. He lightly stroked the outside of her lips with his wet tongue easing it back and forth across her closed lips. Finally Molly couldn't stand the pleasure he was giving her and opened those soft lips to him. He swirled that seductive tongue around her own. As their tongues lapped at each other sending tingles of desire throughout their bodies. The feel of Molly's large breasts rubbing against his hard chest was nearly Glen's undoing.

"I want you now Molly" Glen whispered in her ear.

As his warm breath did something to the inside of her body.

"Yes..yes I want you too" she said.

Glen slowly lowered the neckline of her dress as her large breasts and already hard nipples popped out. Molly gasped in disbelief and pleasure as he took one of his gloved hands and ran one finger over those hard little pointed swollen tips. He pulled his other glove off and stuck his middle finger in her mouth so she could suck on it. Molly grew wet with her desire and she ached for the feel of Glen's mouth and tongue on her nipples and breasts. And that's just what she got as his teeth nibbled on her peaks driving her out of her mind. Soon he soothed them with his wet tongue but that still wasn't enough. She needed more.

"Oh God" she moaned.

"I need, I need" as she felt that gloved hand travel up the inside of her left thigh to the center of her body between her legs.

Glen laid her on the floor of the gazebo and spread open her legs wide. Now scared, Molly tried to close them but he forced them open anyway. Stroking the wet swollen bud with that gloved finger and easing her juices around it.

"Easy baby, easy" Glen said as he eased his middle finger up inside her wet little mons.

She was tight that was for sure. Molly twisted trying to get away from that foreign object being forced inside her body. But soon the feel of it was driving her out of her mind and she came close to her very first climax. But, the sound of approaching footsteps and talking voices brought the passionate interlude to an abrupt close.

As the two Riley sisters sat in thier father's study the next day they couldn't believe what they were hearing. Their father was in a foul mood to say the least. Much of what he was saying they couldn't even understand because he was talking so fast. But they did manage to understand a few choice words like; "Lady", "Morals" and "Decency". What could have put him in such a foul mood? The girls thought. Well, they were soon to learn when they saw Ramsey Harwell walk through the door.

"Are you sure Mr. Harwell?" Their father asked.

"There is no doubt in my mind what those Jessup boys were doing to your young daughters." as he looked at a terrified Molly.

"Father please." Molly begged.

"Tell us what this is all about?"

"The Jessups have done nothing wrong!"

"Shut up girl!" her father shouted.

"You never did know when to be quiet did you?" as he raised his hand to slap her.

He would have slapped her had Trish not stood in front of her to protect her. Just then Mark and Glen walked through the door.

"Well, well.... come in gentlemen."

"I've been expecting you." Mr. Riley said.

"Sir I demand to know what is going on here."

"Cant you see your daughters are very upset?" Mark said.

"Sit down gentlemen"

"I would say you both have a lot of explaining to do."

"Explaining for what!" Glen said now visibly upset.

"Explain how you could take advantage of my innocent daughters!!" as he pulled out his pistol and raised it towards both men's chest.

"I demand that you marry my daughters immediately and rectify this situation."

"The good name of the Riley family will not be dragged through the mud because of 2 scoundrel men and my slutty daughters!" he continued.

Molly and Trish were shocked at their fathers behavior. They had seen him angry before but never anything like this. Trish was especially surprised at his actions, afterall she had long been daddy's favorite. She was his spoiled little girl that he had always doted on and indulged. Glen however had heard enough. Just looking at the faces of Trish and especially Molly turned his simmering anger into a full fledged rage. It took Mark and Harwell to hold him back from beating the crap out of Jonathon Riley. Mark pulled him aside and tried to speak with him.

"What are we to do brother?" Mark said.

"I know for myself I cannot deny that my passion for that spoil brat got the better of me on at least one occassion."

"How do you feel about Molly?"

"I truly do not know brother." Glen said.

"There is a passion between us to be sure."

"And I do enjoy her conversation and company."

"But more than that I feel we should do what we can to save these poor girls from their tyrannical father."

"Yes we are agreed."

"But only with certain conditions." Mark said. "If I am forced to marry that spoiled little minx then I at least expect to get something out of it for all my troubles."

Molly and Trish looked at the two men in deep conversation. Molly then looked at an almost gleeful Ramsey Harwell. Was it revenge he seeked because she had spurned his advances or did he really witness their indescretions first hand. Either way Molly was mortified.

"Alright sir, we agree to marry your daughters." Glen said.

"But only under certain conditions." Mark stated.

"Which are?" Jonathon said.

"First, you will sign over all your holdings to us."

"Second, you will sign over all your slaves to us."

"And third, after the ceremony you will take a very long and extensive trip through Europe so your daughters will not have to be humilated by your outlandish behavior towards them." Mark said.

"You see Mr. Riley we have investigated your business holdings so we know you are not as well off as you appear to be." Glen said.

"You are an old man and you are too tired to keep up the lifestyle that you have been living."

"So, you see this is really your last chance to see your legacy go on and to have your daughters married and settled."

"This is your last chance."

"Take it or leave it."

Riley didn't hesitate. He saw the writing on the wall.

"I'll take it." as the girls watched their father shake the men's hands grudgingly.

"No!!!" screamed Trish.

"I wont do it and you cant make me!" she continued.

"You'll do as I say." her father yelled.

"As you can see Mr. Jessup (referring to Mark) you will certainly have your hands full."

"I have spoiled my girls rotten over the years, but now it is time that they learn order and discipline."

"I know just the way to teach my future wife discipline." as Mark looked at Trish with hungry eyes.

It had been exactly a month to the day that Molly and Trish were forced to marry Mark and Glen Jessup. Molly was incensed that Glen was going to have slaves on his property. She thought that he was a kind, gentle, loving man. But she guessed she was wrong. It was then as stood at the alter that she realized she was in love with him. But he was such a mysterious man that she had no inkling as to his true feelings towards her. Trish faired not much better in the heart department towards Mark. They rarely saw each other up until today when they stood in front of the preacher. She had no idea what was in store for her as the new Mrs. Mark Jessup. She was scared and frightened. After the ceremony the two sisters went their separate ways on their honeymoons with their new husbands. For Trish and Molly it was hard to say goodbye to each other. Neither one of them acknowledged their father. To them he was a part of their past and not a part their present or future life. Molly and Glen took a carriage ride to board a ship that would be sailing England. While Trish and Mark headed towards the Jessups family estate near New York City. Both couples rarely spoke to each other throughout their long journey. Mark knew that Trish recented being forced to marry him but he was only going to let her attitude last for so long then he intended to put her in her place. When Mark and Trish arrived at his estate Trish couldn't believe what she saw. If she thought her family home was large, then Mark and Glen's had to be at least twice that size. Mark introduced her to his household staff and they all seemed welcoming and very curtious towards her. They took her bags up to her room and later the maids drew her a very soothing bath. Trish shut the door as to not be disturbed. She pulled off her clothing and eased a foot into the warm bathtub. Suddenly the door was opened and there stood her brand new husband Mark Jessup in the doorway.

"What...what..uh are you doing in here sir? "This is my private room." said a scared Trish as she tried to cover her large breasts with her hands.

"Madam you are mistaken."

"This is our room not just yours." Mark said as he pulled off his coat and shirt.

He slid his pants off and his magnificent body was revealed to her for the first time.

"Scoot over sweetheart and let me in." he said as he stepped into the tub.

"No!" she protested.

"We will never fit together." Then Mark replied,

"I think we will fit perfectly darling as you will soon see."

Trish blushed at that statement because she knew he wasn't just talking about the tub. He eased in and sat down behind her. Chest to back. He began to lather his hands with the soap. Trish was now feeling the stirrings of desire as she felt his hard, throbbing, stiff cock against her buttocks. His hands moved slowly but sinfully over her breasts. Cupping them and pressing the large globes together while his thumbs circled her hard nipples. "MMhhmm" she moaned as his hands moved down to her stomach and around to her back.

He hands reached over and pulled her left knee up over the tub. Then he did the same with her right leg so that now she was totally open and exposed to his every whim and desire. He eased his hands up between her legs to the inside of her thighs.

"Please oh please... It feels so good Mark."

"I intend to ease your itch baby."

"The one you've had since I almost took you that first night after your fathers dinner."

Mark stroked his fingers over her wet little crotch. Circling her mons over and over with his middle finger. Finally he gave her what she wanted most and that was that finger inside her hot clit.

"I know this is new to you." he said as he tried to calm her down.

The finger was as much painful as it was pleasureable. Soon she ajusted to the feel of it and started to rotate her hips to it's rythym.

"That's right baby let go."

"Come for Mark." as he too was on the verge of a climax.

She screamed and bucked against that finger until she did come. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. Not waiting for more preleminaries he spread her legs wide then took his swollen hard cock and eased it inside her inch by inch. By now the virginal Trish was weeping. She wanted him inside her but the pain was too much to bare. After a few moments the pain stopped completely and all that was left was the pleasure. Mark pumped in and out of her tight little body. Grabbing her buttocks to work his cock in as far as it would go. Trish clawed at his back, the pleasure was so intense. Mark sucked on her breasts and stroked his tongue on the inside of her mouth. Until finally the extacsy he had dreamed of came true as they both reached fulfillment and collasped in each others arms in a peaceful sleep.

Molly and Glen's trip to England wasn't starting out so idyllic. Molly had terrible bouts of sea-sickness which kept her to her room mostly and on top of that Glen seemed to want to avoid her like the plague. Molly often would find herself alone crying in her bed wishing she never heard the name Glen Jessup. This was not how she thought her married life would turn out. Like all young girls she once dreamed of a knight in shining armor who would come along and rescue her from her sad existence. It hurt so bad to know the man you love didn't love you. Soon they reached their destination and settled in the Jessups home in England. Molly fell in love with the place instantly. The rolling hills of green pasture and roaming horses made it seem like something out of a fairytale. Yet, there was something almost mystical or mysterious about the place. The staff was kind to her especially Mrs. Samson the head housekeeper and surrogate mother to Glen and Mark. She was a cheerful woman who took to Molly immediately. Molly, who was now starved for attention took to helping the staff do work around the house. Mrs. Samson begged her not too because the master would be furious if he found out but Molly didn't care. If she didn't do something she would go out of her mind. So, cleaning and scrubbing took her mind off the unhappiness of her marriage. She would work so hard that by nightfall she would go right to sleep. A month went by and she grew frustrated with her new husband. He never even made an attempt to seduce her and the confidence she had once built up inside as a woman was quickly diminishing. Mrs. Samson noticed the strain on both Glen and Molly too. One day she cornered Glen and asked him point blank why he wasn't sleeping with his beautiful new wife. Glen knowing her disposition didn't flinch in answering her. As he pulled the patch away that covered his terrible scar.

"When will you see that you are a handsome young man and let the past go master Glen." she said with tears in her eyes.

"Please I beg you, try and make your marriage work."

"I so want to but I'm afraid of her reaction once she sees the real me." Glen said in an anguished voice.

"I have had the opportunity to talk with the mistress and if there is one thing I know it's that she loves you very much." as she then paused.

"And if I'm not mistaken you love her as well."

"Alright!! I admit it, I'm in love with my wife." Glen said as he turned his head in frustration and walked to the other side of the room.

"Well what are you going to do about this situation young man." she asked with hands on hips in a determined stance.

"I wouldn't even know where to begin." as he slumped down in an old Victorian chair.

"That's easy, you'll court her." she said.

"Court her?" Glen said.

"Young man you must get back that trust that she once had in you and the only way to do that is to court her all over again."

Glen didn't want to admit it but he realized she was right. He would do his damndest to win Molly's heart then win her bed.