My Aunt Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

My Aunt Chapter 24

... rooms in the East wing. When the war came to a close in 1918 and Charlie was demobbed, we offered him a position as driver for us. He refused it but promised he would indeed drive the car for us, as we required it. He also became a lay minister in the very church that Reverend Wallace had ministered before that awful event. We loved having the the children in the house and were more than happy to look after and entertain them whilst Sally worked. I was destined never to have children of my own. I never met another man who I wanted to be with as much as Thomas and, as a result, Bethany and I became inseparable. We became lovers in much the same way as Lady Helen and Melissa had. She remained a maid as that was the best for all of us to prevent anyone outside our household from knowing the truth and ostracising us but, in truth, we were as close as a man and his wife and we were to remain so until this day. Reverend Wallace was never tried for his crime. After he ran into the lorry, the surgeons at Ipswich Hospital tried in vain to save his leg. After they removed it, from half way down his upper thigh, he spent the next six months in hospital. Once he was fit for trial he appeared before Ipswich magistrates court for the preliminary hearing where he pleaded 'Not Guilty'. This came as a huge shock to all of us. The magistrate then remanded him in custody until his case could be heard by the higher authority of the Crown Court. As the court officer wheeled him down the tunnel ...

... to the cells I could hear him shouting: “It was an accident. I am innocent...!” Two days later, after being moved to Norwich Gaol, the warder checked on him but could not rouse him. He had managed to find some glass from somewhere, broken it up and swallowed it. He had bled to death internally during the night. The authorities decided he couldn't face the ignominy of the trial so took his own life. He was buried in the prison graveyard at the wishes of his wife's family. And my Mother? She and Melissa lived out the rest of their days at Woolverstone Hall. Melissa passed away in 1952 at the age of eighty-five. My mother was lost without her and quickly succumbed just three months later. She always said that I had given her life back. She had been so alone since I was born and only Melissa had kept her alive, giving her hope that one day, we would be reunited. The circumstances were not as planned of course. Melissa always hoped that my Mama would tell me the truth when I was older and I would understand but sadly, that was not the way. The night my Mother died, I was by her side. “Victoria,” she said, holding my hand. “I am so sorry I gave you up. I wish I had been stronger.” “You have no need to apologise to me, Mother,” I replied. “You have given me a wonderful life and, my parents too gave me a wonderful childhood. The important thing is that we were reunited.” “Yes,” she said. “You are right. Your father and mother, for that is what she was, were very good people. I knew ...