Chapter Nine

So there I sat in the dark with a lapful of softly snoring Scotsman. The same Scotsman I’d loved and lusted after for lo, these many years, the selfsame man who had cared for me, rescued me, advised me, and haunted my waking and sleeping hours with his adroit grace, brilliant intellect, and exquisite arse. He had quoted Oscar Wilde. He had heard me break the silent habit of years to call him by his Christian name. He had kissed me–firm, certain, gentle and commanding, and my mouth still tingled with the taste and pressure of his–and he had called me Dominic.
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Chapter Eight

Luncheon was a bust, the sad ruin of a thousand fruitful hopes as the cove says. The spread was fine, no doubt about that, but I couldn’t really get my nose down to it properly, what with Liv and Wood simpering at me and Miranda glaring at me and Lord Ian sighing without looking at me and Bean trying to kill me, apparently, with his bare eyes. Bloomers was the only one of the lot I could stomach at all–he didn’t take his eyes off Doodle even once, and occasionally jabbed himself in the chin with his fork.
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Chapter Seven

I can attest to the truth of the supposition that those upon the brink of death see their lives pass before their eyes; indeed, mine did so, and was only remarkable in its sad unremarkability. I had no time to ponder on this, however, beyond a brief flash of chagrin that I had never managed to get my hands into Boyd’s flawlessly pressed trousers or his into mine, because Bean, having got so far, shook me in much the same manner a terrier shakes a rat. My musings upon Boyd’s unattained charms, therefore, were cut short due to my head rattling alarmingly back and forth.

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Chapter Six

“He’s incredibly sick!”
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Chapter Five

Now many men of the more or less heterosexual type might see Liv Holm and say “Dommie, you are a poofter of the highest degree.” And they would be right. But besides all that. I can objectively say that Liv is, indeed, one of God’s better-wrought works upon the earth, as birds go–sleek black hair and luminous white skin and glowing eyes and a sweet melodic voice and curves in all the right places. If you like that sort of thing, which I do as a sort of study in aesthetics but otherwise it’s frankly wasted upon me.
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Chapter Four

Nothing like a spot of self-abuse (and the knowledge that one has put off seeing a soupy bird for another few precious hours) to cheer a fellow, and when I climbed out of my second batch of bathwater, I was feeling chipper. I slipped on a pair of silk pyjamas and my dressing gown and pottered about the room, sniffing out the places where Boyd had hidden all my goods.
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Chapter Three

I went down to dinner in much the same frame of mind of a man who has been sentenced to execution might approach his final supper. The end wasn’t actually at hand, but it was quite close, and this man might feel torn between no appetite and the greatest appetite of his life, as it were, considering oncoming events.
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Chapter Two

Lady Vencible was not at all what one might have expected of a friend of Aunt Philippa’s. She had a pleasant voice and a charming manner and treated me quite handsomely, by which I deduced that she had not been at home when Aunt Philippa had telephoned to warn her upon my flaws–as she certainly had done. This bode well for my stay at Buxton-on-Romper, and I was just settling into my room, Boyd regrettably ensconced belowstairs, when the door slammed open and in bounced one of my least favorite chaps in the world, whom I was strangely glad to see.

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Chapter One

I reached out from under the blankets and rang the bell for Boyd.

“Good evening, Boyd.”

“Good morning, sir.”

This surprised me. “Is it really?”

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Double Entendre

I cannot stand this. Billy thinks it, and then he says it out loud. "I cannot stand this."

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