Part 3. The Golden Age – Chapter 1. Why Can't It Be Like This?
”I do.” Maltravers said. ”Then I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Maltravers kissed his Elizabeth, she was dashing, her green eyes sparkling and her dark blond hair stylish. He had hurried to marry her, when Albert had agreed on helping out with the house. The wedding was highly informal, they couldn't afford more. The priest had agreed to wed them in the church, for free. It was just them and Blenkinsop and one of Elizabeth's friends (Mary) as witnesses. ”So, I'll buy dinner!” Blenkinsop declared. ”Do you want to come, sir?” ”Oh thank you, colonel. I would be delighted to, but I can't I am afraid.” The dinner was lovely, Elizabeth had fish and kissed her newly wedded husband. Mary tried to flirt with Blenkinsop, and he didn't ignore her, but demanded that they threw toast after toast for the couple, to avoid the kisses she placed on his neck. Why couldn't the darn priest just tagged along?
Elizabeth had found out the hard way, it was a couple of months after the birth of the first little boy, William. She had greeted the friendly, and generous, colonel at the door. ”Just came to leave this.” He said and handed her a bag with the most adorable sailor-suit in it. ”My mother desperately wants me to get married, so she sends me baby-clothes to encourage me.” ”Oh thank you, colonel.” Elizabeth said. ”Please thank your mother, or maybe she must never know?” It was rather obvious that the clothes where bought at a store. Bessie blushed a little, they didn't have that much money, so the gesture was kind, but still a little bit embarrassing. ”I am going to see the doctor, with William.” ”Is something wrong?” he asked. ”And at this hour?” (later she understood that he knew that she was going) ”No, no, it's just a check-up.” she answered. ”He is a bit odd, but he is very professional.” ”Great, smashing.” he said. ”I trust that George is home?” ”Yes, he is in the livingroom, reading.” So they had said goodbye, Elizabeth had gone to the doctor with the little one, listened carefully and thanked him. They had talked a lot, not only about William, but also about her. The clock had been almost 9 when she finally came home again. Her husband was probably asleep. She put William in his cradle, and crossed the hallway, opened the door. She was meet by a sight that etched itself in her eyes. She caught them in a kiss. George, her George, was laying in the bed, with the colonel on top of him, and he was kissing him, they giggled, both had their eyes closed. The kiss was nothing like she had seen before, it was a lot of tongue and sucking and... the sheets where tangled around their bodies, and the colonel's hands where far to low down on her husbands body. Stroking a place they shouldn't. They reacted in less then a second from that the door opened. The colonel jumped away, almost fell out of the bed. ”Bessie!” HER husband called. She closed the door, or rather slammed it. She was crying, she heard them talking to each other, so she resorted to making herself a something to eat. She heard George whispering in the hallway as the colonel left, she heard how he locked the door. She saw him when he entered the kitchen, his hair was messy, he had only pulled his pants on an his shirt wasn't even buttoned. ”Bess, it isn't...” She took the sandwich and threw it at him. ”You filthy sodomite!” she screamed at him. ”You horrible man, you perverted... pervert!” He walked up to her, he looked really sorry. ”How long, how long have you been doing these perverted things?!” ”Bessie, I love him.” ”You can not love another man!” she screamed. ”Is the colonel... does he force you to it? He looks perverted with his perfect smile and...” ”Elizabeth, no one is forcing me to do anything. I have loved Albert since I met him at the boarding school.” ”It's perverted. You will have to stop it. You will go to hell!” Maltravers looked at her. ”No, it will not stop. I love him. You were not meant to know, Bessie.” He hugged her, as she was crying, she hit him, but he didn't move. ”But I can't stop loving him, Bessie.” ”It's wrong.” she said. ”How is love wrong?” ”You are married.” she said. He sighed. ”I know.”
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”I do.” Maltravers said.
”Then I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Maltravers kissed his Elizabeth, she was dashing, her green eyes sparkling and her dark blond hair stylish. He had hurried to marry her, when Albert had agreed on helping out with the house.
The wedding was highly informal, they couldn't afford more. The priest had agreed to wed them in the church, for free. It was just them and Blenkinsop and one of Elizabeth's friends (Mary) as witnesses.
”So, I'll buy dinner!” Blenkinsop declared. ”Do you want to come, sir?”
”Oh thank you, colonel. I would be delighted to, but I can't I am afraid.”
The dinner was lovely, Elizabeth had fish and kissed her newly wedded husband. Mary tried to flirt with Blenkinsop, and he didn't ignore her, but demanded that they threw toast after toast for the couple, to avoid the kisses she placed on his neck. Why couldn't the darn priest just tagged along?
Elizabeth had found out the hard way, it was a couple of months after the birth of the first little boy, William. She had greeted the friendly, and generous, colonel at the door. ”Just came to leave this.” He said and handed her a bag with the most adorable sailor-suit in it. ”My mother desperately wants me to get married, so she sends me baby-clothes to encourage me.”
”Oh thank you, colonel.” Elizabeth said. ”Please thank your mother, or maybe she must never know?” It was rather obvious that the clothes where bought at a store. Bessie blushed a little, they didn't have that much money, so the gesture was kind, but still a little bit embarrassing. ”I am going to see the doctor, with William.”
”Is something wrong?” he asked. ”And at this hour?” (later she understood that he knew that she was going)
”No, no, it's just a check-up.” she answered. ”He is a bit odd, but he is very professional.”
”Great, smashing.” he said. ”I trust that George is home?”
”Yes, he is in the livingroom, reading.”
So they had said goodbye, Elizabeth had gone to the doctor with the little one, listened carefully and thanked him. They had talked a lot, not only about William, but also about her. The clock had been almost 9 when she finally came home again. Her husband was probably asleep. She put William in his cradle, and crossed the hallway, opened the door. She was meet by a sight that etched itself in her eyes.
She caught them in a kiss. George, her George, was laying in the bed, with the colonel on top of him, and he was kissing him, they giggled, both had their eyes closed. The kiss was nothing like she had seen before, it was a lot of tongue and sucking and... the sheets where tangled around their bodies, and the colonel's hands where far to low down on her husbands body. Stroking a place they shouldn't.
They reacted in less then a second from that the door opened. The colonel jumped away, almost fell out of the bed. ”Bessie!” HER husband called. She closed the door, or rather slammed it. She was crying, she heard them talking to each other, so she resorted to making herself a something to eat. She heard George whispering in the hallway as the colonel left, she heard how he locked the door. She saw him when he entered the kitchen, his hair was messy, he had only pulled his pants on an his shirt wasn't even buttoned.
”Bess, it isn't...”
She took the sandwich and threw it at him. ”You filthy sodomite!” she screamed at him. ”You horrible man, you perverted... pervert!” He walked up to her, he looked really sorry. ”How long, how long have you been doing these perverted things?!”
”Bessie, I love him.”
”You can not love another man!” she screamed. ”Is the colonel... does he force you to it? He looks perverted with his perfect smile and...”
”Elizabeth, no one is forcing me to do anything. I have loved Albert since I met him at the boarding school.”
”It's perverted. You will have to stop it. You will go to hell!”
Maltravers looked at her. ”No, it will not stop. I love him. You were not meant to know, Bessie.” He hugged her, as she was crying, she hit him, but he didn't move. ”But I can't stop loving him, Bessie.”
”It's wrong.” she said.
”How is love wrong?”
”You are married.” she said.
He sighed. ”I know.”