Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 24, 2008 23:26:48 GMT -5
It had been years since I had been back to the City of Elua, well before my father's death, but it was time. I had some business to take care of, Louise wanted to see the city, and, well, it was my place too. I knew I wasn't really supposed to be here, but at the time, it was inevitable.
I stepped out of the carriage to be greeted by a wary servant. He looked a little confused, but it seemed like realization dawned on him and a smile appeared on his face. I had forgotten him, but then I had a memory of him, years ago. I gave him a small smile and greeted him accordingly. He bowed. Then a look of anxiety crossed his face.
"Yes, I know I'm not supposed to be here," I told him, almost chuckling at the fear I sensed in him. "But," I continued, "here I am. I am sure that my quarters are still intact?" I asked, my head tilted. He nodded, clasping his hands, then remembering himself and coming to the carriage to unload some of the baggage. He escorted me inside the house, leading me past the front foyer and up the stairs to a room a few doors down on the right hand side. He pushed open the door and motioned for me to enter. The room smelled musty, like it had not been lived in or aired out. The furniture covering was still on the furniture.
"I'm sorry, m'lord," he said sheepishly, "if I had of been expecting you..." he trailed off. "I will have one of the maids up immediately to take care of the condition of the room. You must have had a long trip, sir. Should you like some food and a hot bath drawn for you?"
That sounded great, and I wanted to be cleaned and ready for the impending confrontation later when Marie inevitably came back. "Yes, food and a bath would be nice, and maybe a small serving of whiskey." He nodded at me and hurried away to see to all the things needed. I took one last look at the room and went to look around the house while I waited.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
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Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 24, 2008 23:50:57 GMT -5
I had just come home from shopping when I felt something strange about the house, I wasn't sure what it was but I felt strange. I excited the carriage and pulled at my new satin gloves as I walked toward the house, the footman carrying a load of packages with new items. Entering into the house I saw the trunks first.
"What?" I said looking at them. "What?" Oh no no no.... I walked through the house a little more before I found one of the servants. "What is going on?" I asked grasping her arm and pushing my fingers into her skin. She whinced as she looked at me, poor sweet thing.
"Its my lord Maurice, he has come from Camlach with his sister just this day." She almost whined.
"What?!" I said harshly then released her and turned away from her toward the rest of the house.
"MAURICE!"
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Maurice de Bouchard
Aristocrat
House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
Posts: 459
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 25, 2008 7:01:27 GMT -5
I had been walking around on the first level, getting myself acquainted with the rooms and the help when I first heard the commotion, then when I heard my name screamed through the house, fair making it shake, I smiled. Ah, it has begun! I thought, shaking my head as I walked towards the frustrated call. I stepped out into the main foyer to see a very upset Marie.
"Why, hello Marie," I said, faking kindness, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "how lovely it is to see you. Is this not a pleasant surprise, to have your loving family so near and dear to you come for a visit?" The pretense was surely not for us, or the members of the help. Everyone knew when it came to us her "family" she could care less as to whether we sank or swam.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 25, 2008 14:19:51 GMT -5
I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes a little as I turned to the footman behind me and ordered him to take my things to my room and then turned to Maurice. Slowly I withdrew the gloves from my hands.
"What are you doing here Maurice, we agreed that you'd stay in Camlach and I'd stay here." I held one glove as I withdrew the second one then held them both in my left hand. "That was the deal."
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Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 10:30:33 GMT -5
I held my hands up "True enough, but you see," I started to walk around, looking at little things here and there, lifting a vase, adjusting a painting on the wall. "There's something you wouldn't understand about raising children, Marie. Sometimes, they have whims, and it would be utterly unfair to deny them when they are harmless whims, and really, quite understandable." I took an apple out of a fruit bowl and turned to her, walking towards her again, "You see, Louise, my sister, in case you had forgotten her existence, wished to see the city. In all her years she never really has, so, I agreed. It would be a good experience for her to see what life is like here. Don't you agree, Marie? That it would not have been kind to deny her? And besides, things at the estate are a little slow now, I can afford to leave for a little bit to exercise some of my freedom, and where better to be a man enjoying life than in the City? And well, no sense in me paying for lodgings elsewhere when there is a perfectly good family townhouse ready and waiting." I tossed the apple in the air, my face dead serious although I was laughing inside, waiting for her response.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 13:54:05 GMT -5
I fumed inside as he spoke, he had to have known it, the look on his face told me that he must have been enjoying it at least a little. "Fine." I said harshly through gritted teeth as I watched him. Thinking on all I could say to him. Oh, he made me to mad, I wanted to hit him! Such a cocky bastard, swaggering in her like he owned the place. I turned to him and slowly walked toward him, a growing cat like smile on my face. "Of course your welcome in my town house, after all I'm sure your father would have wanted you to enjoy the riches and privilages that my husband and my title brings." I came close to him, so close that we were almost touching, and I looked up at him. "Even if its not actually yours." I grinned a little wider. "I mean after all theres a room here for you." I turned from him, my back to him.
"Oh, by the way. I hated that dreadfully sorrowful painting of your dead mother so I put it in your room." I glanced over my shoulder and him and then began to walk toward the stairs.
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Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
Posts: 459
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 14:06:43 GMT -5
That little... Ugh! She really made me wish I could strike her. But I would not stoop to that level, I couldn't give her anything to use against me. So no, I wouldn't strike her. At least not in the physical sense. If she wanted to toss daggers with words, then she was going to be in for a little rude awakening.
"Yes, this is true. However, should anything happen, and I were to get what is rightfully mine, it would be so easy... especially since you haven't an heir." I watched her as she started to mount the stairs. "Such a pity too, for someone so young to have that sort of problem." And as I walked away, I threw in one last quip. "Oh, and if it is money and property you are looking for, you'd be better off looking for another man's estate to leach from. Take a look at the estate affairs, one day. Maybe you'll see the damage your whims have taken on it." And with that I made my way down the hallway which lead to the kitchen. I truly wanted to see if she would run away from this or continue to confront me in a battle she would lose.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 14:13:24 GMT -5
I grit my teeth again and turned moving back toward him, following him. "I can't help it if your father was flacid and impotent. I would imagine it runs in the family, you should make sure you marry some whore soon so that she can bare you a child and you can leave my estate alone." I said coming up behind him. "And you shouldn't worry about where the money's going, after all its not yours to have concern over."
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Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 14:39:04 GMT -5
This time I turned around, grabbing her arm, but not as roughly as I could have, or should have. And this time I smiled, wickedly.
"Funny my father should be the impotent one. He's already given his seed to make two children, and already later in life, which is more than can be said for you." I got closer to her, my face lingering over hers, my voice low but harsh, "and no, I do not worry about the money left in the estate. I can make it without money, me and Louise. I suspect you may be the one who ends up alone, whoring herself out to the highest bidder in the end," I glared at her now, laughing at her. "And what will you have to offer a man then? Hmm? We all know that you can't lure them with the claim of being a virgin now! And should it get out you are incapable of producing an heir..." I let go her arm, looking as though touching her disgusted me, wiping my hands on my breeches. I chuckled and looked at her, waiting for her next move, crossing my arms.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 16:43:34 GMT -5
He was harsh, grabbing me and holding onto my arm. His words making me smile a little that I had gotten him as good as he got me. They meant nothing to me and I already had a retort before he finished speaking. "Maybe I'm not the only whore in the family Maurice." I said smiling and coming close to him, to look at him sternly. "Maybe your dead mother knew her husband couldn't have any children and sought a man else where." I chuckled. "That would make sense since your father had such a hard time even getting it up. Oh the hours he would spend begging me, touching me and grasping at me; "oh my wife, I want to make love to you, please...I'm so sorry, I want to be inside you." No wonder your a bastard, you're probably not even Lazare's." I grinned an evil grin of satisfaction. "Oh, and I can offer a man so much more then you will ever know." I said running my hand up his chest in a smooth caress. "It wasn't just being a virgin that made your father want me. I can do amazing things with my mouth."
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Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 17:08:49 GMT -5
I laughed, harshly. "Amazing things with your mouth, not amazing enough to get him up apparently." I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "And if you ever insult my mother again, you may be wishing the 'impotent old man' were still alive. And, as it were, my parents actually loved each other. He probably couldn't perform with you, if such is the case, because you come NOTHING close to my mother. Besides, at least both my parents were good. Tell me, what happened in your childhood to make you turn out the wretched thing you are now? You seem to have some father complex. Mayhap daddy made you practice that little oral talent of yours?" I was reeling now, seeing nothing but anger, and wanting to make her hurt in every way possible. Oh no, I wouldn't stop there.
"Don't pretend to know anything about my family, you money mongering woman, and I won't yours." I released her face, the colour returning to the places where my fingers had grasped her hard. I waved a dismissive hand at her. "If you think being good in bed and wonderous with your mouth will get you a husband," I looked her over, "you'd better be careful. We're in the City, Marie. You should know better. They have adepts that can do what you do a million times better, and at least they get paid for it."
I continued on to the kitchen, a little shaken. I am not a fighting man, but I am an honourable one, and I will not stand for some wench who thinks she can belittle me and my family. I don't know why, though, that my heart leapt when she touched me. It must have been my anger spiking.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 17:27:05 GMT -5
His hand on my chin made my flesh sear and despite the pain there was something enjoyable about it. Maybe it was because I managed to wound him so deeply. I smiled still even through the words he said to me. I followed after him.
"I'll say what I please Maurice, you can't stop me. If I want to call your mother a whore and your father flacid I will. And you can stop me." I said smiling as I stood behind him. "I've had no problems finding men to bed me," I came up behind him and pressed myself to him, my arms coming around to his front ran my hand down his front just stopping shy of touching his member through his breeches. "Admit it Maurice, you're just jealous because your father screwed me first." I murmured. "You can't have me and it kills you." I chuckled low and pulled back turning away from him and walking toward where I was going. "Mayhap if you pay me I'll be your whore too."
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Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 17:46:01 GMT -5
I whirled around after her latest onslaught and grabbed her arm. I pulled her in front of me, pushing her against the wall hard. "Or maybe you're sore because you can't and will never have me. Mayhap you sat there at night, touching yourself thinking about the young, verile son just out of your reach, hm? So much like his father that if you had of been bright enough to think on it, and had you been cunning enough to succeeded, you may have been able to pass off HIS son as Lazare's heir? Too bad for you its too late. Too bad you will never have this," I pressed my groin into her, leaning down breathing harshly on her. "Is this what you've wanted all along Marie?" I held her shoulders to the wall. I leaned closer, our lips near touching, "well here's the thing," I started, my lips just brushing hers, "you'd never have enough to pay me." I chuckled, holding her still against the wall.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
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Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 17:55:22 GMT -5
Oh gods, was I actually turned on by him? The way he pressed to me, the way his hard body felt against mine. I needed to bed some one, some one other then this oafish brute in front of me. But oh gods I couldn't deny that he felt good against me. I grinned a little as I spoke. "Too late?" I whispered writhing a litte beneath him, grinding my hips back against him. "So I'm right, you wanted me didn't you. You wanted to take me, to have me for yourself." I faked a breathy moan. "Oh Maurice, take me, take me hard." I chuckled. "Thats what you wanted didn't you, for me to come to your bed and beg you to ravage me." I grit my teeth. "You disgust me." I spat.
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Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 19:11:29 GMT -5
I laughed at her, a full laugh. She misunderstood but I didn't have the patience or the want to correct her. "Say what you want, I never wanted you, my father's seconds. And act how you wish, but I saw the way your eyes narrowed just now in lust. Why don't you go find something to rut with like the animal you are." I let go of her after one hard thrust of my pelvis into her, pushing her hard into the wall. Gods, it's a good thing she didn't notice my hardening phallus, but if I continued on in this manner there was no doubt that she would. I can't believe I even reacted that way, how could my body betray me?
I covered my disgust in myself by targeting it at her. "I'm glad your parents aren't here to witness this behaviour, they would be so ashamed at bringing such disgrace to their name."
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
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Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 19:40:23 GMT -5
Did I just feel? No, not possible. He wouldn't be hard over me, or could he? Maybe it was something I could use against him later. His words didn't bother me really, nothing he said or did could bother me at all. He was a pig, a oaf and I wanted nothing to do with him.
"I will rut with some one worthy of my time. Some one that actually knows how to please a woman. Not like you." I said with a smarmy grin. "I imagine you take what you want and don't even care about what a woman wants." I said brushing past him back into the hallway. "And the only disgrace I'm bringing is to your name!" I called out to him as I turned every so slightly to him over my shoulder.
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Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 19:54:53 GMT -5
I laughed at her slip up. I couldn't pass it up. "Oh so you imagine how I'd be in bed? Too bad you'll never experience the real thing, you brazen harlot!" Oh she was seething alright, but there was somewhat more in her that I could sense, something carnal. She wanted me, deep inside her I know she knew. And someday, that would surface, and I would deny her to the ends of the earth. And she didn't seem to realise, my father may have married her, but she is still her parent's child. I couldn't fathom how someone could be so cold as to not even care about those who brought her into the world. My phallus softened at the thought of her dark spirited heart. She would never know how I could please a woman, thank the Gods for that. Someday, I thought, she will get what's coming to her. After I could not hear her footsteps any longer I left the room, going up the stairs to my chambers to the bath that had been waiting for me, and was most likely by now cold.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
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Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 20:03:17 GMT -5
Oh what a horrible horrible man. I turned and followed after him going to the stairs and hurrying up after him. "I would never imagine you in bed, you pig headed louse!" I said as I caught up to him. "I would never let myself even burn for you, you are a horrible horrible person and you have nothing to offer me except a rash and a heap of regrets!"
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Maurice de Bouchard
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House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 20:29:42 GMT -5
I laughed outloud. "Oh, please. I'm cleaner than you'll ever be you little tart. Well, maybe it's a good thing the one time you were able to even get father hard he died, who knows how much burning and itching he'd have suffered after that as a cause of you." I laughed again, cruelly, "And you? A virgin? HA! I've heard more believable things come from a Tsingano trying to sell a lame horse. I doubt you could truly please a man if you tried. Is that not why you had to pray on an older man who was grieving his dead wife? Couldn't get someone wealthy of your own age?"
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 20:58:28 GMT -5
"Well I chose your father because I knew I could take him for all he was worth." I said harshly as we reached the top of the stairs. "You're so quick to bring my talents into the conversation, I'm having a hard time believeing that you don't want a little test run, maybe see what your father really saw in me." I said sneering at him. "I mean I could had you if I was looking for some one wealthy my own age. I must have recognized how much of a pig you are and went for some one with some class and dignity, despite how flacid he was."
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Maurice de Bouchard
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Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 21:34:19 GMT -5
"You forget you were the one who questioned my ability on more than one occassion, so I could very well accuse you of the same thing, but I'd much rather not think about you trying to bed me. And don't pretend like you know me, Marie. From the moment we met we hated each other, and from then on you couldn't care whether I lived or died. And as for what my father saw in you, if you're going to lie, figure out which lie you want to stick with. Either you were able to please him or you he was always flaccid and therefore, you weren't. It can't be both," I argued, pointing out the flaws in her argument. "And if I am a pig, I am still far too good for the likes of you." I continued up the stairs getting closer to my room. Surely she would not have the gall to follow me in there once I had entered.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
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Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 21:39:26 GMT -5
"I'll tell you what he saw in me," I said. "What you're mother could never give him." I said smiling. "A good woman." I hissed. "Something that you'll never know!" I had prided myself on being able to debate Maurice well but I was having troubles. He had upset me indeed.
"The only pig I've ever bedded was your father." I turned and stormed away from him going straight to my room and slamming the door closed behind me.
That insufferable, pig headed, horses ass!
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Maurice de Bouchard
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Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 22:00:09 GMT -5
I grinned to myself. So she could indeed be affected I thought. Exceptional. This will make the stay very interesting indeed. I was still extremely upset at her quips about my mother. She had no right! She never knew the woman, but that just shows how low she can go.
I entered my room, my bath was sitting there waiting for me, set with a washcloth and towel and some oils. I was ready for a bath, and mayhap a drink afterwards. She had drained much out of me today, but at least the first time was out of the way.
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