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could do was lay there like a mindless, boneless lump of flesh. She couldn’t respond in any way. She could feel his body pushing more deeply into hers and she waited for the flash of pain that would signal the end of her maidenhood, but he was rubbing her tender core so briskly that she almost didn’t care.
    “Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!”
    A voice over the heavy breathing, from outside the barn, carried upon the cold air. Gates came to an immediate halt, his head shooting up, as Lady Mary propped herself up on the hay, the cloak and skirts still over her head. Clumsily, she yanked them off.
    “My father!” she gasped. “He is looking for me!”
    Gates was already securing his breeches, having to fold his erection back painfully as he did so. Damnation! He cursed silently. He’d been too slow in doing what he needed to do and now he was caught with his….
    “Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!”
    The voice was closer now. Breeches secured, Gates was already on the move, leaving the way he’d come. There was a big grove of trees to the south of the barn and he’d tethered his horse there, sheltered from the snow beneath the heavy canopy. He was already running away as Lady Mary tried to grasp at him.
    “Wait!” she cried softly. “Please… when will I see you again?”
    Gates paused by the gap in the slats he had slipped in through, one leg out into the snowy night beyond. Looking at her mono-brow and pimpled face, he suddenly couldn’t remember what had him so excited about the woman to begin with. She certainly wasn’t worth risking his life over when it came to an angry father. He smiled wanly.
    “In your dreams, love,” he said, blowing her a kiss purely for effect. “You will see me in your dreams. Adieu !”
    With that, he disappeared out into the snowing darkness beyond, leaving Lady Mary flustered and as frustrated as she could possibly be. As she gasped and grunted with disappointment, trying to straighten out the clothing that Gates had thrown askew, her father and two older brothers entered the barn.
    “Mary!” her father barked. “Did ye not hear me callin’ to ye, lass?”
    Lady Mary was agitated as she tried to cover herself up. “I heard you,” she said, obviously unwilling to explain the real reason behind her presence in the barn on this cold and frozen night. “I… I did not want to answer you.”
    Her father and two brothers came to a halt, eyeing her as she sat, open-legged, on the hay stack. “Why not?” her father demanded, wondering why his daughter’s clothing was all pulled apart. “What are ye doing out here?”
    Mary wouldn’t look at any of them, trying to fasten up the top of her surcoat where Gates has ripped the laces out. “I… I wanted to be alone,” she said petulantly. “There is nowhere to be alone in that big house so I came out here to be by myself.”
    Her father was increasingly confused. “Alone?” he repeated, looking at his equally confused sons. “Ye have yer own chamber, lass. Ye could have spent time alone in there. Why did ye have to come out here to… ah… God’s Bones , Mary! Now I understand!”
    Lady Mary looked up from tying off the top of her bodice, puzzled at her father’s tone. “What do you understand, Father?”
    Her father had an expression that suggested complete and utter disgust. “Ye… ye wicked girl!”
    Lady Mary cocked her head curiously. “Wicked?” she repeated what he had said. “Why am I wicked?”
    Her father grew red in the face, suddenly quite flustered. He shoved at his sons. “Get back in the house,” he said. “Get back… go, I say! This is not for ye to hear!”
    Now it was Lady Mary who was increasingly confused. “What on earth is the matter with you, Father?”
    Her father jabbed a fat finger at her. “Enough!” he said. “Ye… ye vile creature. Yer clothes are… and yer bosom is untied… ye came out here to… to…!”
    Lady Mary threw up her hands. “To what ?”
    “Gah!” the father