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"I gather that Alexander often has referred to our family, calling it a clan. And he is right. We are definitely not an ordinary family."
"Our history goes back more than four hundred years, and every member and every major event, is recorded."
"Life has been generous to our clan. As long as we have behaved according to the rules and traditions of our clan, we have been prosperous without much effort, we have been influential, and we have all lived long and active lives."
"A very few times through history, a clanmember has fallen in love with a person, who did not want to adhere to our rules. Usually they have found out in time, so no marriage wows have been given, but the two times a prospective spouse refused, or agreed with fingers crossed, it has been bad for our clan."
"That is why Alexander has not yet asked you, himself. I promise you, it is not because he does not love you. But he always told us what a strong-willed person you are."
"And he feared you might refuse, because you did not love him enough."
"Oh, but I do." Alice could not help but comment on that.
"We shall see, we shall see, my dear."
"Basically we are a hedonistic clan. And a social network. If you are appalled by the thought of having sex with Alexander's pretty cousin or with his uncle's son, you don't belong. If you would not have a few of the clanmember's children living at your place, to help out for a short time, you don't belong. And if you would not sell your house in order to raise money to help a member, you don't belong."
"And if you cannot keep your mouth shut in the outside world, you don't belong either."
Alice was on the brink of making a comment, but Victoria put a finger to her succulent lips and shook her head 'no'.
"The social part of the clan is more like a commitment, than something you actually have to do, and we have to look into the books to find stories about people who have sold houses or land in order to help another clan member. For the last 8 generations we have been very wealthy, and the help we give each other today is more like good advice and insider information. Plus we all pool together to give every new couple a fair start in their marriage. A very substantial sum will allow you to set up house according to our standards, and get you into any business you should like to enter."
Victoria poured her another cup of tea, and with a kind smile she said:
"It's the hedonistic part that may cause you trouble, because it is so unusual. But I can tell you, once you get used to that way of living, you would not miss it for all the riches."
"Did you really mean that, Sully? That I'm supposed to have sex with other men and women of the clan?"
"Oh, yes. And of course that has a historic background, like almost everything else in our clan. You probably know that late seventeenth and early eighteenth century was a hedonistic period. One of the more well known results of that was the closing down of public bathing facilities, because all of Europe was overwhelmed by a wave of venereal diseases, some of them deadly. At that time our families were living not far from each other in Germany, and in order not to give up the pleasures of a rich and varied sexlife, they bought one of the closed down facilities, reopened it, but for clan families only. Every member swore a sacred oath, that they would abstain from sex with people from outside the clan."
Victoria smiled. "That way they could avoid the diseases, and there were still so many partners to chose from, that the pleasures were manyfold."
"Later, when Pietism swept Europe, about the same time as families of the clan started to immigrate to America, the clan had to become more secret about it. Especially the smaller societies in Germany and up the east coast of America were very religious, very judgmental, and the clan had to go 'underground' if they wanted to go on."
"And believe me, everybody wanted to go on. If you have not tried to be pleasured by four or five people, men and women, you have something to look forward to."
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Dr. Alex Leduc smiled benignly at the ravishing blonde beauty seated across the desk from him, his expression a professionally warm, sympathetic one as he leaned hack in his chair, his hands joined at finger-tips, his relaxed presence putting Janet at ease immediately. Remarkable, he thought, smiling inwardly at this stroke of good fortune. Oddly enough, hadn't he been thinking of her just before she had entered his quarters? Surely, the gods must be smiling upon him this day, he mused, as...
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The Embassy had provided them with pleasant lodgings on Rue St. Lazare, not a great distance from the Place De l'Opera, and with all of the conveniences a young, new American wife might expect in Paris. It was an apartment, but spacious, and the other tenants seemed to be upper- bracketed Frenchmen. Paul was not discontented with the quarters... he was simply at a loss to know how to cope with this affliction that plagued his beloved Janet. Christ, he was yet to consummate his marriage......
By the time Doctor Leduc got around to leading Janet to his private consulting chambers, she found that fear had begun to take the place of the ardent desire that had been building within her throughout the day. The liqueurs -- or whatever they were -- she had been consuming one after the other had peaked her passion almost to the maddening point before supper, but with the passing of time and following what food she had eaten, all such carnal thoughts and sensations had suddenly dissipated...
Madame Leduc was in a state of yet unsated sexual desire when Paul Arden, completely spent and exhausted after three violent orgasms, collapsed into a deep, half-drunken stupor, and in disgust she had left him there atop the bed, taking her mastiffs beside her as she set off to find her husband and the proud little American bitch. Her loins ached for further satisfaction and although she had been tempted to let Vailante perform the feat as only the gallant brute could, her lascivious desire...
Once airborne, Paul Arden unfastened the safety-belt and tried to relax. He was more than just a little upset at Leduc's concern over Janet's condition. This morning, just prior to the Embassy's calling him and informing him that the Ambassador had a special mission for him to carry out in Brussels and that he was to return to Paris at once, Doctor Leduc had recommended a complete rest for Janet at some quiet sanitarium, else he would not be responsible for what was inevitably to come....
Paul had followed Leduc's automobile for the past hour, staying a safe distance behind in his own rented vehicle as they traveled the slick wet streets of Paris, crossing the fabulous city of sin. He had not believed the Doctor nor his wife when earlier in the evening at dinner, they had told him of Janet's worsened condition. But they had substantiated his greatest fear... she was addicted, yet to what particular drug Leduc had not said. My poor, sweet darling... Damn, he had wanted to...
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Janet lay upon the bed within the mirrored room. Vailante rested upon the floor in the corner as if ready to spring at her slightest questionable move. She had drunk the so-called medication sometime before and now it was taking effect. No longer did she doubt the actual properties of this concoction she had been consuming daily since she first visited the doctor aboard ship. It was undoubtedly some sort of aphrodisiac, and that was why she had welcomed the large dose this time. Doctor Leduc...
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It was almost 9:00PM when Julie Moore finally left Philip Randolph's gallery, having been wined and dined by the amorous older man. She felt very precious and cared for, it had been a long time since any man had paid her that kind of attention and she liked it. Occasionally she and Randy went out for dinner but mostly along with several of their friends, nothing romantic or candlelit for them. On odd occasions her closest friend David would take her out for dinner when Randy was out of town...
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Alice relaxed for the first time since this morning. Tension had been high all day, and she had heard so many things that were going to change her life. Now that things were settled she felt light-headed and bubbly, and the champagne added to that feeling. "I think I'd like one of those small cakes now." "Of course." Victoria got up and went over to her chair and handed her the little silver tray. Before she picked one of the cakes, Alice looked up into Victoria's sparkling and...
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