The Letter: A Victorian Melodrama continued..(NEW COSTUMES!)

One chilly evening not long after June discovered Abigail in distress, Abigail received a letter.....



Abigail's mind raced..."He HASN'T forgotten me! But why this letter after a year of silence?"

 

With a rustle of silken skirts, Abigail arose from her chair, and paced the floor. She quietly repeated the contents of that passionate letter to herself, all the while a hot flush crept up her lily-white throat....



...and coursed its way back down into the depths of her feminity. She collapsed back into her chair as the memories of his kisses were ressurrected once again. Abigail could feel his lips pressing into her neck and feel his strong male form pressing into her as he passionately embraced her. Once again, Abigail was on fire!!!

 

All of a sudden, a form in white appeared. It was June!! "How quietly you tread, June! Why must you approach me so?", Abigail exclaimed.



June ignored Abigail's agitated inquiry for upon viewing Abigail's flushed appearance, June was quick to rush to her side.
"Abigail!! What ails you? Are you consumed by fever?", she cried.

 

In a flash of embarrassment and anger at having her sensual reverie interrupted, Abigail burst out her chair, knocking it over with her volumnious skirts. June stepped back, shocked at Abigail's unusual behavior.



"Let me be!!", cried Abigail. She quickly fled the room, leaving June in a state of stunned astonishment.

 

June stood for a moment, digesting what had just occurred. "Abigail seems to be out of character lately and I only know part of what distresses her."



Hitching up her skirts, June quietly kneeled down to pick up the chair that Abigail toppled over in her fury. Just then, in the corner of her eye, June spotted a piece of paper lying on the floor. It was the letter addressed to Abigail.

 

Not sure whether to return the document to its rightful owner, curiousity overwhelmed June....



...and she began to read the contents of the letter. The penmanship was all too familiar as was the prose, with its flowery language peppered with inuendos of a carnal nature.
June was barely aware of her own rapid breathing as she devoured the text not meant for her eyes to see.

 

An ache raced through June's bosom as she viewed the initials of the author. He had not signed his full name. Had she not received letters not long ago of a similiar nature, June would not have been shocked at the contents of this one letter, addressed to Abigail. Indeed, she would have been titillated by its romantic prose; but now, she felt sick at heart. Only one man can weave spells with his letters of love and he need not apply his signature to claim ownership to his words.



A noise sounded in the hallway and June was shaken back to the present. "What shall I do with this? I cannot leave it here; someone else may happen upon it and Abigail's secret will no longer be sacred. I must take it and tell her the truth. I must be honest and tell her I read it, at least..."

 

June stealthily hitched up her petticoats and slipped the letter into her stocking.



"Yes", June concluded, "I will confess to Abigail that I read her letter but only time will tell when the FULL truth will be known to all involved."

 

Thanks for the compliments, guys!!

As for perverted content, this is tame compared to what's out there involving BJD's!! ops:

I guess it would be QUITE racy to the Victorians, huh?

Cheers!
Steph

 

Hi All:

I really like Emmy Rossum from "Phantom of the Opera"...she reallyy does have a musical background as she studied opera at a very early age...
I can't wait to see the movie with all its sumptuous costumes and riveting plot!!!

Thanks for all the praises; it makes up for the rough night at work....

Steph

 

bump.

 

bumping again for someone interested in buying the RML head (the doll in white)