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that had not existed the night before. She relived for a few minutes the delicious time she had had with her young lover and James.
    Marguerite enjoyed young men and changed them often. She was teased about this incessantly by James who claimed she was addicted to young flesh. There was some truth in that but it was more complex than mere youth and sexual stamina – it was pure and delicious sex she craved, with no over or undertones of emotion or love. It was rootless, momentary sensation. Fucking on the wing gave her the most satisfaction. Marguerite enjoyed the hard firm bodies of young men, their lustiness, the careless bravado of their performance.
    Last night lust had scented the air. They had wanted the taste and perfume of all things erotic, beautiful people kissing and fondling other beautiful people. Desire mounted in them and they embraced it. James had watched Marguerite and her young lover undress each other as they left the drawing-room for the library. She looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss. He had smiled, imagining her wallowing in her orgasms, lusting after the young man’s throbbing member. He knew how sheadored the taste of a man and making love to his sex.
    After she had gone James looked around the room. All that was missing was Olivia; his being made love to by her and Marguerite. That had become as much a part of their sex lives as the air they breathed. Passion for their sexuality, their lust, the erotic without boundaries, set them free from the constraints of society. James had wanted Marguerite then and so he joined her and her lover in the library. Once he’d divested himself of his clothes he tapped the young stud on the shoulder and replaced him with his own body, covering the reclining Marguerite. Lust had taken him over then and he took her time and time again until she was lost in a sea of orgasms: hers, her young lover’s and James’s.
    She looked at him now as memories of the night before faded. ‘Is something wrong,’ she asked.
    ‘Not between us. It’s this place. Yesterday it was at peace with the world. Today it makes me uneasy. I want that car gone and to have nothing to do with it.’
    Marguerite knew what he meant, but curiosity was drawing her to the abandoned car whereas James was eager to run away from this disruption to their routine lives. That was out of character for him and it surprised her. He was a man who usually wanted to know everything, naturally courageous, able to face anything with good humour and intelligence. He was an explorer who liked to reach into the dark unknown and revel in the bad as well as the good, the ugly as well as the beautiful.
    The stable lad arrived and was left to stand guard.
    In the car, driving to the house, they said not a word to one another. Gazing at him, Marguerite asked herself, Is it possible he knows more about the car than he’s letting on?
    On entering Sefton Park Marguerite and James were greeted by the sight of September and Angelica descending the stairs, one behind the other, a large rolled canvas resting on their shoulders. James rushed forward.
    ‘You should have waited for me or called the stables for help,’ he chided.
    ‘There really was no need. It’s not all that heavy, moreawkward to handle,’ September told him as Angelica and James placed it carefully on the floor.
    ‘Morning, James, Marguerite. Where have you been at this ungodly hour?’ asked Angelica.
    ‘Something dramatic has happened. A car’s blocking the road between here and the village, obviously abandoned. You girls wouldn’t know anything about it, would you?’
    ‘No,’ they answered simultaneously, apparently unmoved by his announcement.
    James walked to the hall table, picked up the post and headed for the great hall’s oriel window overlooking the gardens. The two-storey high polygonal recess was supported from the ground floor on stone corbels. This and five other such windows in the house still boasted original panes of