A History of Betrayal – Part Three

The next day Elizabeth felt elated. Buoyed up by the heady rush of power. All throughout her father approached her with pleading eyes and a large bulge in his crotch. Again and again she denied him. Sometimes with a tender kiss where her body lig

A History of Betrayal – Part Two

Elizabeth slunk down to breakfast feeling every eye upon her. Thinking everyone knew her dirty secret. Her father looked up at her and smiled jovially.
“You missed all the excitement darling. At about eleven o’clock Manuel announc

A History of Betrayal

From the balcony Elizabeth had a perfect view of the ball. The women in their dresses twirled and fluttered like flower petals. But of course Elizabeth did not care. All she could think about was Manuel. He was below her dancing with Henry Taylor