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Butler s DelightsChapter 23 Goodbye Charlotte

Robinson was fucking Charlotte one afternoon when he finally decided that she really wasn't any good as a concubine. All the rest of his women were either happy to be in a harem, because that was the only life they knew, or had, at least, learned to enjoy it as his wife had. All of the others were grateful to be in his bed from time to time; indeed they vied for the privilege. This Charlotte obeyed him, but that was all. She never tried to catch his eye, and it was clear she thought that...

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Butler s DelightsChapter 24 Princess Elaheh

Robinson had been in the Emir's service for more than ten years when his usual source of gossip, the Chief Eunuch, told him that Princess Elaheh would be arriving the next day and would be taking up residence in the Emerald Palace. "Princess Elaheh? Who's she?" he asked. "I know very little, but apparently she is the Emir's oldest daughter, older even than Crown Prince Mustapha," replied the Chief Eunuch. "Why have I never heard of her?" "Presumably for the same reason that I...

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Warren ButterfieldPart 2

Having Trish and Brandon living in our house complicated our lives considerably but Megan never complained and I just kept my mouth shut, so it was a real surprise when it was Trish that started complaining that our house wasn't big enough for the four of us. I didn't know what Trish expected me to do about that but I soon found out. One afternoon I stopped by the house for lunch because it was one of Megan's days off. I was pleased to find that Trish wasn't home. "Where's that sweet...

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Warren ButterfieldPart 3

I arrived home around 9:30 PM and I slipped quietly into the house to see where Megan was. Seeing that she was in the bedroom watching television I went back out to the garage and installed the GPS transceiver in her car. As soon as I walked into the bedroom Megan turned on me. "Why were you so rude to Carl?" Megan said. "When was I rude to him?" "It was your whole demeanor. You barely spoke to him and then when you left you called him Tredwell instead of Carl," Megan said. "So?...

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Warren ButterfieldPart 4

I called in sick again on Monday and didn't answer any phone calls so I wouldn't have to talk to Thad. I spent the day taking care of some personal business and ended the day at the country club. As I was leaving the club, I spotted Tredwell's car in the parking lot. "I need to talk to that pecker wad," I thought. I was about to go looking for him when it occurred to me that it might be a good idea to have some kind of record of my conversation with him. I drove home and got to the...

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Butlered Chapter 25

Breakfast seemed a trifle unreal, with Mr Dawes not present. Mrs Dawes and Miss Catherine also seemed to be uneasy, so as the ladies prepared to leave the table, I came along to ask, “Mrs Dawes, have you any plans for yourself or Miss Catherine to visit Mr Dawes?” “What?” She seemed unsure of herself. Catherine chipped in, “I would like to visit Daddy, and cheer him up if possible, Mummy.” “Oh? Well, if you want to, my dear, I suppose Jeeves could take you, but I want Jeeves to remain with...

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Butlered Chapter 26

Mr Jeeves, I am going to pass to you in confidence a little knowledge of our investigations. The lawyer is telling us that Mrs Dawes’ former husband was instrumental in the forgery. He apparently was persuaded to assist, in an apparent apology for planting listening devices on his ex-wife.” “Of course!” I exclaimed. “The listening devices were in the car that he provided as part of the divorce settlement. We only discovered them recently, and had to conclude they were installed at his...

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Tales From a Far CountryChapter 5 A Question of Attribution

THE VOICE They take me from my cell. When I was at IWB, I was embarrassed to call the room, "my cell". There's no embarrassment now because this is not playing. I really am a prisoner. We enter another similar room. It's just next to mine in a long corridor; just another featureless white square cell; empty, except for a mat on the floor. The guard motions me to kneel on the mat. There's no point in resisting, so I kneel. He leaves. Silence. Then there is the voice: Soft;...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo Celebrity EditionE3 Eliza Butterworth

We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway ... but now we are seeing medieval castles, green pastures, ancient forests, and nordic invaders. The BBC documentary title appears “The United Kingdom of Zoo” and then the logo “Celebrity Edition; The Last Kingdom” is slapped on the bottom in a dog jizz shaped font. “While this looks much like the Scottish Highlands, we are actually in...

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Butlered Chapter 14

“Don’t take it too literally, Jeeves. I am merely considering emergency measures at this time.” “Very well, Miss Frobisher. I shall look out for you, should it prove necessary.” She smiled sweetly at me. “That sounds fine, Jeeves. Can we leave it at that, for now?” “We can. You got the inventory data installed on the office computer?” “I did that; including the section you left password-protected. I take it Mr. Dawes will have access?” “He has, and can alter the password to suit...

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Butlered Chapter 15

“Thank you, Chef. You certainly pay attention; despite being stuck in the kitchen for most of the time.” “Mr. Jeeves, that young lady visits me here from time to time, and we chat. She is an interesting young woman, for a teenager.” “I am sure you are right, Chef. Thank you for the information.” I retreated and headed for the back door. Passing a window, I looked out at the weather, and saw it was bright and sunny, fine for a walk in the gardens without an overcoat. Going out the door, I...

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Butlered Chapter 16

“All right. How long will you be?” “He said ten minutes, but who knows? Depends on where he is taking me. I hope it is not a dungeon and a cosh!” He laughed, delightedly. “You should be so lucky!” He concluded, “Have fun.” I went out the front door, and pulled the Yale lock shut behind me, then walked with the sergeant to the back door of the car. We both got in, and the driver took us back to the street. As soon as we were on the road, the sergeant said, “If anyone asks later, I wanted...

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Butlered Chapter 17

“Did you not hear my words, Mr. Jones?” “I did, Jeeves, but I could not make sense of them.” “It was a conversation performed using a social code, Mr. Jones; a pattern of words where nothing is said outright, merely assumed.” “How do you mean?” “We agreed that should the teenage thugs get up to more trouble, their details would get to me and I will deal with them clandestinely.” “Clandestinely?” “Secretly, in such a way as to their attacker being unrecognised.” “Oh, I see. You would...

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Butlered Chapter 18

By the time I handed in the tray at the kitchen, there was more information on the TV news. By now, other cardboard boxes stuffed with bubble-wrap had been opened to reveal more artefacts, to the delight of the museum. As each item was revealed, it was laid on a foam mat on a cloth-covered folding table that had been hurriedly obtained. It was then quickly photographed, before being carried into the British Museum in triumph by a member of staff. I snorted at these antics, to the dismay of...

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Butlered Chapter 19

I bowed to her, and announced, “John Hawkins Freeman, at your service, ma’am.” “Hello, John. Nice to meet you at last!” “Likewise. I am presuming you really are Miss Felicity Frobisher?” “Unfortunately, yes. My bosses said they couldn’t devise a better name, so my real one was used. I don’t like Felicity, though I prefer to be called...” “Flick,” I finished for her. You couldn’t even use that in the Dawes household, or it might have given you away, with it being French slang, without the...

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