Breaking Contracts

“Whatever you wish, Lord Gerald,” Brielle replied meekly, her eyes downcast.

Hmmm, Gerald thought. What should we do? Brielle and my father aren’t leaving until Friday afternoon so I have three days including today to… manufacture the disruption of Brielle’s marriage to Dad. No time like the present. But how to do it?

Recalling that Brielle couldn’t have sex outside of the family, Gerald smiled. But she must remain a true virgin until I get her cunt, he thought. No guys could have at her, but that did leave women. But who?

“Do you have any friends, Brielle?”

“No,” she shook her head.

“What have you been doing for the past two months since marrying my father?”

“Shopping some. Working out at the gym. Reading. Writing some poetry every now and then. Masturbating.”

“Do you know anyone at the gym? Do you exercise with anyone on a general basis?”

“There a couple of people I know at the gym.”

“Who are they?”

“There’s Lars, one of the trainers. I chat occasionally with Daria Templeton and Jessica Burley when we meet on the running track.”

“Daria Templeton? Doesn’t she have a daughter?”

“Tamara. One of Katrina’s friends.”

Interesting, Gerald thought. If I could place Daria and Brielle in a compromising situation, that would give me leverage on Daria for a number of things, including her auburn-haired daughter.

“Daria’s pretty clean cut, isn’t she?”

“Oh yes,” Brielle said. “She sits on the boards of a number of charities and is very active in the community. I’ve never even heard anyone gossiping about her.”

“Has she ever asked about getting together with you for anything?”

“Daria’s asked me to help in some of her charities, but Robert told me not to get involved.”

Gerald thought for a moment.

“If you called her on the pretext of considering working with her, do you think you could invite her over tomorrow or Thursday?”

“Yes,” Brielle nodded. “Daria would make time for it, I’m sure.”

“The phone’s over there,” Gerald said, pointing. “Get to it. Let me know how it turns out.”