wonderful time. Trying to imagine Owen and Aurora together served to remind her just how indebted she was to the woman.
No one from The Mount had made any effort to explain what had happened, and she knew no more now than she did when she was in the thick of it. Anger and frustration drove her research, but so far, every angle she had tried was a dead end. As an initiate, she was no better off than anyone else in London. She had to wait to be invited, and since Vivienne had drugged Owen there had been no invites. Perhaps it didn’t matter that Vivienne had broken the rules. Perhaps Vivienne was as good as her word, and when Edward had removed Rita’s chastity belt, the initiation was over. If that were true, she would at least like to know.
She dusted the bread crumbs from her jacket and walked on. ‘You said you found some interesting things about The Mount?’
‘Possibly. I’ve been researching Victorian England, mostly the sexual mores of the time. You know, for the novel.’ Before Rita could respond, she continued. ‘I know, I know, I’ve been researching the novel for ages, but your secret encounters at The Mount inspired me.’
The novel was just a hobby. Kate made a decent, and happy, living tutoring rich foreign students in English and freelancing for trade journals.
‘What does any of that have to do with The Mount?’ Rita asked.
‘Secret societies.’
‘What?’
‘You know, there’s a secret society for everything, the Masons, the Knights Templar. I figured if it worked for Dan Brown it might work for me too. Anyway, I started researching, and I came across this, well it appears to be a secret sex cult. Mind you, it’s Victorian, but I get the feeling it might be even older. I know it sounds insane, but the coincidences are amazing.’
The butterflies in Rita’s stomach were doing the tango. If she’d had to describe her experience at The Mount so far, based on what was nearly a total lack of knowledge, a secret sex cult would sum it up pretty well. ‘Why do you think it has anything to do with The Mount?’
Kate shrugged and turned her face to the sun. ‘I don’t know, probably just read too many wild rumours in the gossip rags, you know about all the shagging and sex rituals that supposedly go on there. Still, it’s an interesting premise, don’t you think? Wouldn’t that be something if there was a lot more to The Mount than just a trendy hang-out for the rich and secretive?’
‘Yeah. That would be something all right. I’d like to read what you found. I mean since I’ve been there and all, it’s sort of interesting to me.’
Kate shivered and pulled her jacket tighter. ‘Come on, I’m freezing. Let’s have a cuppa and warm up. Liz is off to Russia, so I have the place to myself.’ Kate’s flat mate was an airy-fairy massage therapist who believed she was a Siberian shaman in a previous incarnation.
When they arrived, Kate made tea and booted up her laptop on the coffee table. The two looked on side by side, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch.
‘You’ve got to be kidding,’ Rita said, as Kate pulled up a vintage erotica site.
‘No, seriously. Look at this.’ With a few key strokes they found themselves looking at erotic pen and ink drawings from the early Victorian age, drawings detailed enough to make Rita’s pussy clench, and to make her blush at sharing such intimacy with her best friend. She scooted closer and squinted at the screen. ‘Are they all from Greek mythology?’
‘Some.’ Kate replied. ‘Some are modern, well as modern as Victorian stuff can be. Didn’t you say you know Latin?’
‘I can stumble through, yes. Why?’
‘Well, look at this.’ A few more key strokes and they were viewing elegant copperplate script beneath a drawing in which Mars, with his armour strewn haphazardly around him, was about to sink a very impressive erection into Venus’s exposed vulva. The script was small and smudged, but Rita could
No one from The Mount had made any effort to explain what had happened, and she knew no more now than she did when she was in the thick of it. Anger and frustration drove her research, but so far, every angle she had tried was a dead end. As an initiate, she was no better off than anyone else in London. She had to wait to be invited, and since Vivienne had drugged Owen there had been no invites. Perhaps it didn’t matter that Vivienne had broken the rules. Perhaps Vivienne was as good as her word, and when Edward had removed Rita’s chastity belt, the initiation was over. If that were true, she would at least like to know.
She dusted the bread crumbs from her jacket and walked on. ‘You said you found some interesting things about The Mount?’
‘Possibly. I’ve been researching Victorian England, mostly the sexual mores of the time. You know, for the novel.’ Before Rita could respond, she continued. ‘I know, I know, I’ve been researching the novel for ages, but your secret encounters at The Mount inspired me.’
The novel was just a hobby. Kate made a decent, and happy, living tutoring rich foreign students in English and freelancing for trade journals.
‘What does any of that have to do with The Mount?’ Rita asked.
‘Secret societies.’
‘What?’
‘You know, there’s a secret society for everything, the Masons, the Knights Templar. I figured if it worked for Dan Brown it might work for me too. Anyway, I started researching, and I came across this, well it appears to be a secret sex cult. Mind you, it’s Victorian, but I get the feeling it might be even older. I know it sounds insane, but the coincidences are amazing.’
The butterflies in Rita’s stomach were doing the tango. If she’d had to describe her experience at The Mount so far, based on what was nearly a total lack of knowledge, a secret sex cult would sum it up pretty well. ‘Why do you think it has anything to do with The Mount?’
Kate shrugged and turned her face to the sun. ‘I don’t know, probably just read too many wild rumours in the gossip rags, you know about all the shagging and sex rituals that supposedly go on there. Still, it’s an interesting premise, don’t you think? Wouldn’t that be something if there was a lot more to The Mount than just a trendy hang-out for the rich and secretive?’
‘Yeah. That would be something all right. I’d like to read what you found. I mean since I’ve been there and all, it’s sort of interesting to me.’
Kate shivered and pulled her jacket tighter. ‘Come on, I’m freezing. Let’s have a cuppa and warm up. Liz is off to Russia, so I have the place to myself.’ Kate’s flat mate was an airy-fairy massage therapist who believed she was a Siberian shaman in a previous incarnation.
When they arrived, Kate made tea and booted up her laptop on the coffee table. The two looked on side by side, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch.
‘You’ve got to be kidding,’ Rita said, as Kate pulled up a vintage erotica site.
‘No, seriously. Look at this.’ With a few key strokes they found themselves looking at erotic pen and ink drawings from the early Victorian age, drawings detailed enough to make Rita’s pussy clench, and to make her blush at sharing such intimacy with her best friend. She scooted closer and squinted at the screen. ‘Are they all from Greek mythology?’
‘Some.’ Kate replied. ‘Some are modern, well as modern as Victorian stuff can be. Didn’t you say you know Latin?’
‘I can stumble through, yes. Why?’
‘Well, look at this.’ A few more key strokes and they were viewing elegant copperplate script beneath a drawing in which Mars, with his armour strewn haphazardly around him, was about to sink a very impressive erection into Venus’s exposed vulva. The script was small and smudged, but Rita could
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