My Aunt. Chapter 19. - Sex Stories

My Aunt. Chapter 19.

... almost out of sight, by the corner of the house. I stared down at where I thought it was but there was nothing. “Oh well,” I thought, “Just a trick of the light,” and turned away once again and left my room, closing the door behind me. Back outside I walked slowly across the courtyard toward the lawns. My mind was turning the events of the past few days over and over and over. There must have been something to connect all the unusual things I had seen. I was certain that Charlie Manston had not killed Maggie but who had? As I turned the corner I walked straight into someone who was bending right down, staring at the ground. I knocked him flying and dropped my book in surprise. “Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir... Reverend Wallace!” I exclaimed. “What on earth where you doing down there?” “Well don't just stand there gawping, young Lady, help me up!” he said abruptly as I reached out my hand. He brushed it to the side and got himself up. “What on earth were you thinking, walking into me like that? You should look where you are going. If you were one of the servants I should have you flogged!” My eyes opened wide and my jaw dropped. “Well, then, Reverend. ” I emphasised his title, “It is just as well that I am not one of the servants. How dare you threaten me in that way!” He said nothing, but dusted himself off before standing erect and replacing his black hat on his head. “What were you doing there anyway, skulking around the house?” I asked. “I dropped something and was looking for ...

... it,” he replied tersely. “Well then,” I replied, in an equally brusque fashion. “Instead of being angry with me, let me help you look. What did you lose?” “Oh, erm...” he looked about the ground for a moment, “My spectacles.” he said, eventually. I looked around momentarily and saw them on the gravel, close to where he had landed. I bent down, retrieved them and handed them to him. “You should be more careful, Reverend,” I said, with more than a hint of sarcasm, “Someone could have trodden on them and broken them.” “Ahem, hmm, yes, indeed... thank you.” He blustered and at that moment, his wife appeared from around the corner, saying, “Did you find it, Francis?” She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me, a look of alarm on her pretty face which began to glow bright pink. “Hello, Marjory.” I smiled sweetly. “I just bumped into your husband. Quite literally!” “Oh, erm, er, hello, Victoria...” she looked at her husband in what I thought was in a quite terrified manner. “It's all right, My Dear,” he said, holding up his spectacles, “I have them. Young Victoria found them.” “Ah, that is good.” she replied nervously but the relief showing clearly on her face, “He cannot read without them, you know, and he has a sermon to write.” “I see. Are you all right, Marjory? You seem rather...” “She is fine, Victoria,” Reverend Wallace interjected, “Just a little upset about the murder last night, as we all are.” “Yes, I am sure.” I replied, but something was gnawing away inside my brain. I ...