''No Sir John, don't sit down at the end of the table, I want you here next to me,'' Emily said.
When Sir John sat down, Emily noticed he was a little unsteady on his feet. Emily leaned over, and took his napkin. As she did so, Sir John was able to see her bust in all its glory. When she put the napkin over his lap, she noticed something in his trousers twitch.
Joseph poured red wine and Emily once again downed hers in one. Sir John, not wishing to be outdone by a lady, did the same. During the meal they had three glasses of wine each.
When they had finished eating, Emily put her hand on Sir John's and smiled at him. ''We'll take coffee and brandy in the drawing room, please Joseph,'' Emily instructed. When Sir John got up, he rocked back and only saved himself from falling by holding onto the back of his chair.
In the drawing room, Emily polished off three brandies. Sir John wasn't able to finish the last one. Emily sat next to him and pulled his drunken head to her bust. “Sir John, before I allow you to have your way with me, I would like to know if you can do something for me?''
''Anything,'' he slurred.
''Tell me how I can be rid of my loathsome husband, that I may be united with you?''
Sir John glanced into Emily’s eyes. ''Ah, I have just the plan. I have already decided what I will do with him.''
''Then please, tell me when this will be, for I cannot wait to feel your arms around me as my new husband.''
''I will execute my plan on Sunday this week,'' he said as he hiccupped.
''Then let's drink to it,'' Emily said.
Joseph brought another brandy. After downing it in one, Emily pulled Sir John to her and pushed his head into her cleavage. As he inhaled her scent his desire was unable to keep him awake, and he fell asleep between her breasts.
When she'd thrown him off her, Emily called Joseph. ''Joseph thank you so much for your assistance. I have no idea how you made all those fruit juices look like whiskey, brandy and wine but you did a quite splendid job. Now as I explained, we will execute the second part of the plan now. Take him upstairs take his clothes off and put him in to my bed.''
Joseph did as he was instructed and when he was finished, Emily went upstairs to the bedroom. She looked at him lying under the covers in her bed and almost vomited. She drank a glass of water, and composed herself. Next, she changed into her night gown and sat in the arm chair.
It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when Sir John woke up. Emily was looking at him from the arm chair. She rushed to him as soon as she saw his eyes move. ''Oh, Sir John, you are awake. I have to tell you, nobody has ever made love to me, the way you did last evening. You were like a wild stallion. You were so big and hard and I have never experienced so many orgasms. Thank you.''
Sir John had a splitting headache and couldn't remember a thing, but Emily was such a good actress, he believed he had done the things she said he had.
''Please, Sir John, you told me last evening that you propose to....let's call it.....meet my husband on Sunday. Please don't disappoint me, because after he is gone, I will be yours, to do as you please with.''
When he left, Emily had all the bed sheets and blankets washed, and the bedroom cleaned from top to bottom.
*****
Peter lay with his head on Charlotte's lap as the coach made its way from London.
''I can't travel all the way to the village with you. You must set me down a mile away so nobody sees us. I will walk the rest of the way back to Sedgefield House.''
''Of course,'' Charlotte said, as she stroked his head.
The road from London to Sedgefield House was a journey of around thirty miles and took three hours. For the most part it was open countryside and the roads were reasonably passable. Things changed when the road passed through Finchley Wood. A passage of around three miles. The trees stopped sunlight from drying the road, and it was often wet and rutted.
When they reached the forest, the coachman slowed the horses to a walk and everybody clung to a hand rail, as the coach swung from left to right, through the rutted ground.
After two miles, the coachman was pleased with his progress. But he shouted out when he saw a hooded man on a black horse, standing in front of the coach, pointing a pistol at him.
''Put your hands up and get down,'' he said. The coachman got down and stood next to one of the horses. ''Get the people out of the coach,'' the rider demanded. The coachman went to the door and knocked. The two lovers had the curtain down, and weren't aware why the coach had stopped.
Peter opened the door and saw a man pointing a pistol at him. ''What on earth are you doing, sir?'' he asked.
''Get out of the coach and kneel down over there,'' he pointed to a place next to a tree. ''If you refuse I will shoot you. You do the same,'' he said to the coachman. ''Charlotte stay in the coach.''
Peter walked to the place the man had asked him to and knelt. The coachman knelt next to him. When Peter felt the pistol touch his skull he started to pray.