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Tory DaughterChapter 32

A week later Anne awoke to the smell of smoke. She slid from her high bed, hurried to a window and saw an orange glow. She trotted down the hall to the back bedroom and could clearly see that her sheds were on fire. She hurried down the stairs, grabbed her long shawl, got her feet into her start-up boots and ran outside and right to her horses. She led them, one by one, to the well and tied their halters there and then saw that Philippa and Miranda were on the back porch along with the big...

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Tory DaughterChapter 39

Someone banging the big, brass knocker on the front door awakened her from a deep sleep. She rolled out of bed, hurried to the window and saw three men standing almost elbow-to-elbow in the scrubby weeds of her dooryard. The morning was foggy, the sun barely above the horizon, and she could not tell who they were, just two men in white shirts and one in a dark jacket that might have been red. She saw that all three had long guns that they were just then priming them. She heard Moses unlatch...

3 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 24

Anne was dressed to work in the overgrown kitchen garden when Moses announced that she had some visitors he had put in the front parlor. With her huge mop of red hair tied back and wearing muddy boots, her father's old trousers and an over-sized shirt that hung almost to her knees, her rope belt in her hand and, as she often was these days, corset free, Anne found three serious-looking, be-wigged men standing in the room, all three in rusty black coats of an old-fashioned cut and knee...

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Tory DaughterChapter 2

On New Year's Day 1777, Edward Conroy, one-time member of Maryland's upper house and of the Governor's Council; his second wife, the widow Margaret M'Kenna of Prince George's County, and Anne Amelia Conroy, a long-legged young woman with a head of bright red curls that had only been trimmed once or twice since she reached puberty, ate alone an hour after midday in the ornate dining room of their Buckman-designed town house on State Street in brick-clad Annapolis. Their antique butler,...

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Tory DaughterChapter 3

Anne opened her pearl-handled penknife and sharpened her favorite quill, a look of concentration on her lightly freckled face. She looked sad but determined. A tattered rider had delivered a folded and wax-sealed letter from Billy Fields, and the girl had snatched it from Moses, read it three times and even dropped a tear on the smudged paper before she put it aside. Billy was sick, feared he might be dying and had pledged her his love, foreswearing all others. Anne almost laughed at that,...

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Tory DaughterChapter 4

"Anne Amelia," said her stepmother the next morning, "there is a proper young gentleman coming to visit us, actually coming to see you this afternoon. He's from down near my farm. I want you to put on a good dress, brush your hair, keep your chin up and be polite to him. No smart arse, understand? Oh, and ear bobs, if you please, the gold ones." Anne sighed, chewing her dry toast. "Who is he?" "Thomas Vanmeter. I think you've met. He certainly thinks highly of you. He and his...

4 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 5

After her father's stern lecture, Anne spent the rest of the week in her room except for brief visits to the brick necessary in the backyard. She subsisted on dry toast and smuggled strawberry preserves and managed to write Billy Fields three letters, each filled with news and gossip as well as with rather vague suggestions of her affection if not admiration for his politics and companions. She even told him about Mr. Vanmeter's visit and bragged of her fortitude. She did not tell him she...

4 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 6

It was about a week later when Moses, staid and slow as ever, answered a knock at the front door and reluctantly showed in the large visitor and asked him to wait in the hall. Moses silently categorized him as a mechanic and wondered why he had not used the back door. Mrs. Conroy came from the parlor, recalled the young man from a previous visit and welcomed Matthew with a harried look and invited him into the sitting room where her husband read by a front window. She knew his appearance at...

1 year ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 7

Anne sat cross-legged on her bed, wondering why Billy Fields had not written her any more letters after that fine first one she had enjoyed months ago and read a dozen times. She was not aware that her stepmother had read and burned a dozen short letters that managed to make it all the way down to Annapolis, generally by way of military or political messengers, young Whigs doing a fellow soldier a favor. In every one, Billy had said he loved her and missed her. She nibbled on the corner of...

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Tory DaughterChapter 8

In August of 1777 Anne Amelia Conroy celebrated her eighteenth birthday at the old plantation known as Pirate's Luck, a rambling manse on the Eastern Shore with acres of worn-out tobacco land, overgrown pastures, a rickety pier, crooked tobacco barn and rude slave quarters. Her father, with tears in his eyes, gave her a strand of matched freshwater pearls that had been her mother's. They dined on Bay oysters, roasted duck and home-cured ham. The junior Dulanys crossed the Bay, sailing...

3 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 9

Miss Anne, oh Miss Anne, dere's a man downstairs wants t'see you. Can't call him a genta'man, way he's dressed. I'se seen him somewhere's." Philippa watched the young redhead pull herself together, look in the mirror, push at her impossible hair, wiggle in her linen dress, spread the bodice wider with her thumbs, yank up her stiff corset, smile at herself and head for the steps, all in about ten seconds. The maid servant fled before her, well aware of who was visiting. Standing in...

4 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 10

The meal was almost over when Anne spoke for the first time. "Billy Fields was here today, Father. He lost an arm in a fight up near Philadelphia, on the Brandywine, his left arm." She licked her lips, thinking how to proceed, smiling inwardly. "Poor boy. That's a shame. His father died a while back didn't he?" Anne nodded and put down her fork, folded her napkin and placed it on the tablecloth, gathering her nerve. "He's still in the army, Washington's army." "Your age isn't...

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Tory DaughterChapter 11

Billy Fields sat as still as he could on the high stool in the Conroy kitchen, his boot heels hooked into the rungs, his hands gripping the sides and his eyes on the smiling redhead whose corkscrew curls were completely out of control this humid day. The cook was shaving him and explaining to Anne how to do it. She was using one of Anne's father's English razors that had been borrowed with permission, and she showed the girl the angle on which to hold it and urged her to be gentle but firm...

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Tory DaughterChapter 12

About a month later, after a leisurely exchange of correspondence through shipping interests on the icy Bay, Anne and a pair of strap-bound valises rode two stages northward over half-frozen roads since the Chesapeake was ice-covered almost to Baltimore Town, spent an sleepless night in a decrepit inn listening to men carouse and sing, took a wind-blown ferry across the wide river and then another uncomfortable stagecoach, arrived in Philadelphia about mid-day, and with the help of a hired...

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Tory DaughterChapter 13

When the big maroon carriage drawn by four matched grays reached the stately home where Anne was the guest of her elderly aunt, the uniformed footman adroitly descended and helped the redheaded girl step up into the richly upholstered interior where three young maidens and their wide skirts already occupied most of the space. "Rebecca," said the dark-haired girl who had a circle of puffy fox furs about her slim shoulders as Anne squeezed in beside her. "Anne Conroy, please excuse me,"...

3 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 14

In the morning Anne came down to breakfast in her nightgown and robe, enjoying the feel of being corsetless, remembering the minor sensation she had caused at Benjamin Franklin's home, the stares, the jests, the gaping at her bobbling breasts. The three girls she rode home with refused to speak to her, hardly even glanced her way. She knew there would be talk, salacious talk. But she also knew she had not been the only girl being talked about in the city. She saw two of the younger females...

2 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 15

In February, during a welcome thaw in what had been a very hard, snowy winter, Anne's Aunt Amelia slipped on a curbstone as she got out of her carriage in front of Christ Church and landed heavily on the brick sidewalk, breaking her wrist, bruising a knee and perhaps cracking her pelvis. She was bedridden for almost a month, and Anne did her best to comfort her by reading newspapers and novels aloud and telling her stories gathered from the many parties she attended that winter. She received...

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Tory DaughterChapter 16

Anne and her Aunt Amelia, who was now getting around pretty well with a cane, were just about to dine when Ensign Hart was announced and came into the parlor, filled with apologies, feathered hat under his arm, boots gleaming. "Pardon ladies, puh, puh, please," he said with his usual stammer, "but I've been sent to ask, sent by the captain, yes, to ask if either of you know someone called, called..." he produced a slip of paper from his wide cuff, "called William Field, no, Fields. Yes,...

3 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 17

"Mr. Weaver is in the kitchen, worried about you; asked me to give you this." Anne handed Billy the folded paper. It was still early, the sun barely up. She stood watching, worrying. "Hm," said the young man. He had used the chamber pot twice during the night and each time, by candlelight, could see that he had produced some blood as well as rather brackish urine. His back was crawling with pain. "He wants a list a'my contacts. Says he'll warn m'friends." He sniffed and looked at...

2 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 18

Anne said, "Come," when there was a tap at her bedroom door. Aunt Amelia's cook stood in the doorway, looking unhappy, wringing her apron. "Dere's a man down in the kitchen. Was on d'back porch when I ah lit d'stove fire. Wants to see Mr. Fields, he says." "What kind of man, a soldier?" Anne asked as her toes found her slippers. "Is he British?" "Just a man, great big man. He ain't old." "Be right down," Anne said, shrugging into her quilted robe. She hurried along the...

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Tory DaughterChapter 19

Wearing a threadbare coat that had belonged to Amelia Robertson's late husband and with an apple and some coins in one pocket and a thick beef sandwich in the other, Billy Fields walked north two weeks after he was arrested and beaten, his hand well healed and his blackened eye back to normal, almost. He took a circuitous route with many pauses and was reasonably sure he was not being followed. The old lady wept as she watched him leave, and Anne stayed in her room, having refused him a...

3 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 20

In mid-October Anne's stepmother returned from her farm bringing several hams and a brace of gamebirds along with a house guest, a mature gentleman named Pierce Joseph Amboy who styled himself "esquire" and was, in fact, a part-time lawyer as were many of the land-rich planters. At their first meal together, Mrs. Conroy raised the topic of marriage. "You are nineteen now, are you not, Anne?" she asked sweetly. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday this summer, but my place very much needed...

3 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 21

The sun was barely a smear on the wide Bay when Anne's stepmother entered her bedroom and shook the sleeping girl's shoulder. "Wake, Anne. Wake up, girl," she said loudly. Anne rolled over and opened her eyes, saw the stricken look on the woman's face, sat up and asked, "What's wrong?" "Your father is dead, my girl. He died in his sleep. His body is already hard and cold." Anne choked back a cry, inhaled deeply and put her feet on the floor. "Are you sure?" She felt as if there...

4 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 22

Philip Wells was diligently reading the law with an attorney in Queenstown who had an office near the rude courthouse. He agreed to help Anne dispose of her property and to make a record of expenses and profits. Philip had attended the free school run by the locally-infamous Mr. Potter and then King William's School in Annapolis for a year, until the summer of 1776. He was a member in good standing of a local militia company and fully expected to be called to serve with Washington's troops...

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Tory DaughterChapter 23

During the next week Anne made an inventory of what was in her smoke house, pantry and root cellar, which proved to be very little, and gathered a lot of eggs with the help of Miranda and got to know her two nameless nanny goats who supplied the house with milk. She had been warned that they would have to be penned once her kitchen garden was sprouting. Then she made a list of the repairs the old house and its row of outbuildings needed, especially the privy, decided to have one crooked wing...

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Tory DaughterChapter 25

Billy Fields arrived in Annapolis in early January 1779 and was surprised to find the big Conroy house on State Street now occupied by another family, a dealer in slaves and rum who was said to have many contacts in Charleston, Savannah and the West Indies as well as a inky black concubine and a number of mulatto children. He was not being received in Annapolis society. Billy briefly visited James and Priscilla Dulany at their stylish home and discovered that Anne was now living on the Shore...

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Tory DaughterChapter 28

"Dere's a man here t'see you, in d'front parlor, Miss Anne." Moses bowed, happy to be doing what he did so well. Anne, wearing an old pinafore over one of the new, everyday dresses produced by a talented seamstress right in Queenstown, slid open the doors, and the big man stood and faced her, smiling, a gold-trimmed, black metal box in his hands. "Miss Conroy, I assume." She nodded and almost flexed her knee. "Yes, Anne Conroy, sir." She cocked an eyebrow and waited, looking at his...

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Tory DaughterChapter 29

Anne sat on the blue-painted kitchen stool that Bess had somehow salvaged from Annapolis, an old linen sheet wrapped around her, hands clasped in her lap, positive she had made the right decision, and Bess stood before her with her heavy shears in her hand and a scowl on her face. "You sure 'bout this, girl?" she asked sternly. "Don' seem right." The gray cat licked itself on the windowsill, watching surreptitiously but looking disinterested. Anne nodded. "Cut it off. Take at least...

3 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 30

The meeting with the two of the men who had invested in turning the April May and what many called "Pretty June" into privateers went well, and both Anne and Philip were pleased with the decision to let the young woman keep the log and all of the hard money and currency and give her a note for a seven hundred pounds with no interest, due six months after the treaty of peace. It was, they agreed, as fifty-fifty as they could make it. Both sides were well aware that the rented ships were a...

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Tory DaughterChapter 31

"They's back," Moses said. "Them ole men tha' was here, in d'parlor, Miss Anne." Anne took a deep breath, raked back her loose hair with her fingers, retied her wide ribbon, and slid open the door. The men stood, looking very unhappy, hats in their hands, all three in dark serge kneepants and dark hose. She closed the door and waited, trying to keep calm, hands clasped behind her. "We heard," said the oldest as the other two resumed their chairs, "that you have come into some...

2 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 33

"Dere's a boy here, at d'front door, Miz," Moses announced while Anne was at breakfast. She picked up her stubby pistol, primed the pan, snapped it closed, took a deep breath, drew the flint all the way back and went to the door, feeling her gorge rise, finger on the trigger. The lean boy doffed his hat and made a small bow. "Caleb Dulany, ma'am. I'm looking for my uncle, thought you might've seen him. Macalister Sinclair's his name. He's in uniform I think." "Come in," she...

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Tory DaughterChapter 34

"Mr. Wells," Anne said, snuggling closer and kissing his nearly hairless chest, their mutual passion thoroughly spent, "I think we ought to go down and get some breakfast. Sun's pretty high." "Really? And here I thought you were enjoying yourself." He stretched and squinted at the bright sunlight, raking back her lustrous hair with both hands and kissing her open-mouthed as their legs tangled. "If you insist." He tried to ignore his excited amazement and found he could not. "Um,"...

3 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 35

"Mr. Wells," Anne said at breakfast, aware that her cheek was somewhat red, abraded by her lover's seldom-shaved beard, "you could help the boys dig postholes. The snow's melting fast, and I'm sure they will be here soon." "They're ready to frame up the stable and toolshed?" he asked around a mouthful of pancake and berry jam. "So they said as they left. The materials are all here now." She made a face at him. "And then I think, perhaps, you should return to your home and your...

4 years ago

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Tory DaughterChapter 36

Philip, one of his older brothers and two of his friends arrived at Pirate's Luck shortly after dawn on Sunday morning, all four of them armed with long guns. Bess stirred up a stack of griddle cakes that they wolfed down with the help of a jar of blackberry jelly and a comb of dark honey. Maguire and Jamison arrived about an hour later in the lawyer's rig. Neither of them brought a weapon so Anne gave the big blacksmith a scorched pitchfork that had survived the fire and handed Mr....

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Tory DaughterChapter 37

In mid-March the grand jury of Queen Anne's County found "no true bill" in the matter of the death of one Macalister Sinclair, Esq., and Anne Conroy was given back her ivory-handled pistol. She, Philip and Mr. Maguire celebrated what he called an "ignoramus" with a roast-chicken and apple pie dinner that Bess prepared and a bottle of local claret the lawyer had saved for a special occasion. Despite repeated entreaties, a disappointed Philip went home with the attorney well before sunset,...

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The Knight Zander

Since the day of the ill-fated campaign to bring down the warlord Mahrk that led to the death of the youngest prince of Harya, Zander lived in seclusion in the tiny fishing village of Fairno. No kingdom would accept him into their knighthood nor would any hire them for their "dirty" work. So Zander was content living in Fairno and keeping the life he now had. Most of his days we spent excercising keeping in shape and farming his land. And on days like today when he needed supplies Zander went...

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Enter Sandman

‘Enter Sandman’ Although most scholars of erotic mind control fiction would agree that the Internet has provided us with a new Golden Age of hypnotic stories (in both senses of the word ‘hypnotic’), the increased attention paid to the fetish is also providing us with a wealth of information on the history of mind control erotica. Discoveries continue every day, from the use of hypnosis in silent films like ‘The Cabaret of Doctor Caligari’, to the infamous ‘burlesque hypnosis shows’ of Germany...

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Das Rote Halsband

Das Rote Halsband © 2006 / 2019 Lydia Lighthouse Schon seit langem hatte ich es mir vorgenommen. Nur an einer passenden Gelegenheit mangelte es bisher. Zugegeben, ein wenig mehr Mut w?re dem Unternehmen sicherlich zutr?glich gewesen, aber jetzt war es ja endlich so weit. Mit einer Eintrittskarte f?r einen Travestie-Event in der Tasche war ich auf dem Weg zu meiner ersten Erfahrung als Frau in der ?ffentlichkeit. Nun gut... ?ffentlichkeit war zwar vielleicht etwas zu viel gesagt, denn au...