The summer of 1792 , there was turmoil across the channel in France, the people were turning in droves against their masters, the hated Aristocrats who held all the wealth and with it all the power. In England life carried on as normal. For Count Alexander Vernay life was a continuous round of parties and Grand Balls. It was at one of these social events that he was introduced to Miss Veronique Saunders the daughter of a wealthy merchant. She was a comely young lady of demure innocence and impeccable manners. Alexander was very taken with her and with her father's blessing he began to woo her, sending her flowers and presents every few days.
Veronique however thought him to be a shallow cad, a dandy. a foppish gentleman, not her sort at all, she had her eyes on a dashing Major that visited her often and did his very best to lay hands on her most innapropriate parts. Veronique was not totally against these forays on her virtue for she was an extemely passionate woman and greatly desired to lay with a man but she had promised her father she would lay only with a man who was her husband. Her father dissuaded the Major from calling by pointing out that Veronique was not a wealthy woman and her allowance even combined with the Major's pay would scarcely keep her in silk stockings. Faced with the prospect of another year with her virtue intact Veronique made discreet enquiries among friends and others she knew that had liaisons with Alexander. The more she learned about him the more the heat grew between her legs and she felt warmer towards him. Indeed there was only one negative remark made against him and that was that he could not perform more than four times in one night. When Alexander proposed to her she showed great restaint and made him wait forty eight hours for her reply although she had made her mind up days before. This brings us to the day of the wedding and the beginning of our story.
Alexander Vernay was not given to nervousness but on this particular day he was as nervous as a kitten for he was to be married, a state he had sworn on many occasions to be not for him, denouncing it as an 'institute for the destitute'. declaring marriage as an affront to a man's nature and masculinity, Veronique knew his views as he had expounded them to her on several occasions in the hope that she might relent but all to no avail .Yet here he was about to give up all he believed in so that that he might sample the delights that her young body promised.
The crunching of carriage wheels drew him from his reverie and he half turned hoping to get his first glimpse of his bride, but the entrance was deep in shadow.
Veronique however thought him to be a shallow cad, a dandy. a foppish gentleman, not her sort at all, she had her eyes on a dashing Major that visited her often and did his very best to lay hands on her most innapropriate parts. Veronique was not totally against these forays on her virtue for she was an extemely passionate woman and greatly desired to lay with a man but she had promised her father she would lay only with a man who was her husband. Her father dissuaded the Major from calling by pointing out that Veronique was not a wealthy woman and her allowance even combined with the Major's pay would scarcely keep her in silk stockings. Faced with the prospect of another year with her virtue intact Veronique made discreet enquiries among friends and others she knew that had liaisons with Alexander. The more she learned about him the more the heat grew between her legs and she felt warmer towards him. Indeed there was only one negative remark made against him and that was that he could not perform more than four times in one night. When Alexander proposed to her she showed great restaint and made him wait forty eight hours for her reply although she had made her mind up days before. This brings us to the day of the wedding and the beginning of our story.
Alexander Vernay was not given to nervousness but on this particular day he was as nervous as a kitten for he was to be married, a state he had sworn on many occasions to be not for him, denouncing it as an 'institute for the destitute'. declaring marriage as an affront to a man's nature and masculinity, Veronique knew his views as he had expounded them to her on several occasions in the hope that she might relent but all to no avail .Yet here he was about to give up all he believed in so that that he might sample the delights that her young body promised.
The crunching of carriage wheels drew him from his reverie and he half turned hoping to get his first glimpse of his bride, but the entrance was deep in shadow.