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in his name.
    Sighing, she turned on her side, keeping her injured arm free of any pressure and tried to imagine what it would be like to live in that house. She again felt her tummy flutter remembering Rachel's papa touching her so intimately, and her own soft moan eerily mimicked the one the girl had given at his caress. Lilly wondered if Rachel had indeed received a treat after taking her spanking like a good little girl. Squirming a bit at the echo of the sounds made when his hand had smacked against bare flesh, she wondered what treat could possibly be worth such a punishment. She might not know what went on behind that closed door, but she had personally witnessed that at least one of the little girls who lived there was going to bed with what had to be a very tender arse.
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    Mid-week, Phillip met Douglas for lunch. When the meal was over, he again refused a ride.
    "Are you quite sure?" Douglas asked yet again as he leaned out of the open door of his carriage.
    "I'm positive. It's a beautiful day and I quite enjoy taking in the fresh air."
    "Since when?" Douglas asked, shaking his head. "Fine, have it your way. Oh, I forgot to mention that I'll be escorting Rachel to the museum this Saturday afternoon. We'd love for you to join us."
    Phillip began shaking his head in preparation of declining when a thought popped into his mind. "Which museum?"
    "Does it really matter?" Douglas asked. "Aren't they all about the same? I mean, you see one oil painting and you've seen them all."
    "Hardly." Phillip chuckled. "If you don't enjoy them, why are you going?"
    "Because my little Rachel adores them. She is constantly telling me that I just need to look beyond the brush strokes to learn the story that lies beneath the oils."
    "And have you?"
    "No. They are all a bunch of colors slapped onto canvas, but I do love watching her enjoyment. We're going to the one nearest the opera house. It's the last one on her list before we begin the cycle again." Douglas's dramatic groan caused Phillip to shake his head.
    "You are going to spoil that girl rotten."
    "I know, but then, she spoils me so very well, if you know what I mean."
    "I do, and yes, I'll join you. What time?"
    Douglas grinned. "Excellent! At least I'll have someone to talk to while Rachel tows me about the place. You know Eleanor insists the girls take a nap, so about three? Afterwards, we'll have a bite of dinner before taking her back."
    Phillip heard his friend's wistful tone at those last few words. "Buck up, she'll be your bride in another couple of months and the only place you'll be taking her is home."
    When Douglas gave him a leer, wagging his eyebrows up and down, Phillip waved his hand as he began to walk away. God, the man was a lucky son of a bitch. He'd found his girl practically under his nose when she'd come to visit her friend, who was the daughter of his next-door neighbor's cook. The girls had helped serve dinner one night when Douglas was a guest and, per his friend, the moment their eyes met, they had instantly connected.
    Her visit turned into a much longer one. Douglas proposed within a month, and while Rachel boldly confessed she was ready to bed him; it had taken her six more months to believe he had no intention of accepting her offer until she accepted his. Once engaged, she'd said her goodbyes to her friend and entered Eleanor's school. She adapted well to her classes and under both his and Eleanor's tutelage, had become far more sure of herself when she discovered great joy and fulfillment in submission. As the carriage turned a corner and left Phillip to himself, he began to scan the streets for the small woman with the ebony, curly locks and eyes the green of spring leaves. He listened for the call of a soft voice selling her pretty bouquets for a sum that most people in his circle wouldn't even consider as having much worth. Eleanor was right. There were so many who made do with so much less than he had.
    Seeing a few flower girls, but not the