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And so the years passed with me spending more and more time at the club and less and less time with Eunice, although we did have our ‘special moments’ together.

The most eventful happening during this period was that I found myself attending Nicole’s marriage at Westminster Cathedral. If anything, she was more beautiful than I remembered. I found my eyes filled with tears as she came down the aisle on her cursed father’s arm. It had been but six years since we cavorted about in the woods and bedrooms of her abode. Her sister, Rhonda, now seventeen, stood as her Maid of Honor, her breasts all but hanging out of her low cut gown. I stood gnashing my teeth as her father, Sir Alexander Baring, handed Nicole off to her soon to be husband and glanced down Rhonda’s cleavage before turning to take his seat. I knew then that he was still bedding his daughters. I could only wonder if Abigail knew, or cared.

Neither girl noticed me as I stood at the rear of the cathedral, but on passing, Abigail’s eye caught mine and I cringed from the scornful look she bestowed upon me. I had thought that perhaps I might get a word with her, but that look told me I was never to speak with her again. I left the cathedral with my tail between my legs and went directly to the Reform Club and played whist rather poorly, losing nearly three hundred pounds.

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