Annie's underdrawers

Lucy stared at the fugitive pair of underdrawers she had found in the folding bed of the young ladies' stateroom. She regarded them for a time before she finally brought them to her nose.

Annie.

Lucy smiled, her heart full. It would be a little thing to remember Annie by while she went with Sabrina to the Swiss finishing school. Lucy would keep it close and safe, and it would remind her to write. Away it went, wrapped tightly among her own underthings.

Lucy fastened the door, spread out the bedclothes on the folding bed, and unlaced her drawers to give herself sweet, slow, manual relief.

After the third climax she let herself slip into blessed, blissful sleep.

A gentle tapping at her stateroom door roused Lucy enough to perceive it, but not enough to leap to answer. Lucy, Lady Downs, need jump at no summons any longer, not like Lucy Longbottom, housemaid, prick-scabbard, bastard mother of a bastard girl.