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to the house. 
    ‘Where have you been?’ asked Mrs Davis.  ‘Did you lay them yourself? You have been gone so long.’ 
    ‘I’m sorry,’ replied Wyn, ‘I just got carried away by the sight of the sunset and forgot the time.  I could only find seven eggs.  They’ve hidden them well this time.’ 
    Betty walked past Wyn and gave her a puzzled look.  ‘Were you with William?’ she asked.  ‘No,’ replied Wyn ‘wait until I tell you what I saw out there.’ 
    ‘What?’ asked Betty. 
    ‘I’ll tell you when we’re in bed,’ said Wyn. 
    Later that night when they were in bed, Wyn told Betty what she had seen in the stables.
    ‘Oh lord,’ said Betty, ‘that means trouble.’
    ‘That’s what I thought,’ replied Wyn.  ‘What should we do?’ 
    ‘Nothing,’ exclaimed Betty.  ‘We know absolutely nothing about it, although we’ll watch what they are doing. Forewarned is forearmed after all.’
    ‘They looked like they were feeling such passion though,’ said Wyn, ‘just like in books.  I want to feel like that one day.’ 
    ‘Don’t you ever touch yourself down there?’ asked Betty.
    Wyn looked at her with a shocked expression. ‘No, of course not.’
    ‘You should try it,’ Betty told her. 
    She threw back the bed covers and pulled up her night gown.  Just put your finger on this bit here and move it round in circles.  She started moving her finger on the nub of her sex and moaned.  Wyn felt a strange excitement go through her and pulled her own night gown up.  She put her finger where Betty had shown her and started moving it around in a circle.  Oh, she thought, that feels so nice.  She could hear Betty moaning louder and it made her move her finger faster.  Betty cried out one last time and Wyn could feel her own body starting to tense and then it exploded in a mass of pleasure. 
    ‘Oh my,’ Wyn said, ‘I didn’t realise that could happen.’ 
    Betty was lying back with a smile on her face.  ‘That’s just the best feeling,’ she said, ‘I love doing that.  You can’t get into trouble doing it either.  Go to sleep now.  We have to be up early in the morning.’
    The next day it sounded like a bomb had gone off somewhere.  Charles Brompton was shouting and when Wyn and Betty ran outside they saw Frank lying prone on the ground.  Charles was standing over him with a shotgun.  Miss Catherine was there screaming and crying, ‘don’t kill him daddy please, I love him.’ 
    ‘Get away from here,’ Charles shouted, ‘I’m going to teach him a lesson for touching my daughter.’ 
    Hester Brompton ran out and told Wyn to quickly go and find William, ‘tell him to come now, I need him.’ 
    Wyn quickly ran off and found William in the kitchen having a cup of tea. 
    ‘Come quick William,’ said Wyn, ‘there’s trouble outside.’ 
    William ran out and Hester told him to pick Frank up and take him to the stables.  Wyn and Betty were to go with them as they might be able to help.
    ‘No,’ shouted Charles ‘you’re not to take him, I’m going to kill him, he dared to touch my daughter.’
    ‘Don’t be silly Charles,’ said Hester, ‘you can’t do that in front of so many people.  Come inside, we’ll decide what to do with him and Catherine.’
    William carried the prone Frank into the stables. Wyn and Betty walked in behind them.  William put Frank down on the table and stripped his jacket and shirt off.  There were deep cuts to the upper part of his body and a huge bruise on the top of his head.  Wyn went to the water butt and soaked the piece of cloth she had found.  As she went back to the table Frank  started coming round.  He tried to get off the table but William held him down. 
    ‘Stay there you idiot,’ he told him.  ‘You’re lucky that Mrs Brompton stopped him shooting you.’ 
    ‘Where’s Catherine?’ Frank asked. 
    ‘She’s in the house with her parents,’ said William.  ‘If I were you I wouldn’t even