"Hello, I'm Edwina. This is the main library? I'm looking for Adam."
"That's me. You're doing the research on romantic writers in the 19th century, correct?"
"Yes. It's my topic for my Master's thesis and I thought it would be a good idea to see firsthand the area where Wuthering Heights was written and also to see if there were other books that might be of interest."
"I've discovered a lot of small books that were locally produced that might be of interest. It'll take a few days for you to read. Where are you staying?"
"I'm staying in the old pub next door."
"I'll get the books for you now. On Friday night, in your pub, the local Literary Society meets and you'll probably find that interesting too."
On Friday night Edwina was introduced to the literary club and spent a very interesting evening. Alice said that she would bring a handwritten book, written by Grace, a distant relative in the 1840s, that Edwina might find interesting. On Saturday Edwina read the book which was very short and was very surprised to find a short note in the back that had been folded up and looked like it had never been opened in nearly 200 years.
It said, 'July 1841. Very hot day. Unbelievably hot. The master suggested I might like to go to a little lake and waterfall nearby and have a bathe. He gave me the directions and pointed the horse in the right direction. It was absolutely idyllic. No wind. I tested the water and it was not as cold as I thought it would be. There being nobody else around, I decided to jump in. I cannot swim, so I stayed near the bank. I must've been well hidden because Tom, the coachman's son, rode up and he jumped in the water near me and finally saw me. He recognised me. He came over to me and before I knew it his hands were all over my body, in places where nobody had ever been before. He kissed me and told me sweet nothings and then we got out of the water. We lay on the grass to get dry and he kept touching me. My mind was full of romantic thoughts as I'd never been alone with a man before. He continued to touch me and especially where I cannot mention. My mind was spinning and I remember looking up at the blue sky and the next thing he was entering me. It was a wonderful feeling. After a few minutes he did it again and it was even better. Then he said it was time to go and we rode back.'
Edwina didn't show the whole page to Adam. She showed him a little map that was on the page and I asked him, "Do you know where this lake and waterfall is?"
"Yes. It's not far from here, and if you want to go, you can go on a bicycle. It won't take long."
"Tomorrow, you aren't working. Why don't we take a picnic lunch and go there?"
"Fine. I'll be ready at 12. I think you can get a bike from the pub."
It was a beautiful warm summer July day and for that part of the world, the temperature was unusually high. Edwina was a romantic at the best of times but the combination of the beautiful little lake, the reflections on the surface, the waterfall, the blue sky and being next to what she thought was an intelligent hunk was too much for her. She stripped off completely to Adam's surprise and yelled out, "Last one in is a coward."
Adam needed no encouragement because he was also attracted to Edwina and soon caught up to her and they both jumped into the water together.
Edwina said, "It's so cold. It's freezing."
"Just wait a few minutes and you'll see it's really quite pleasant."
Edwina was shivering and clasped Adam's body to hers for extra warmth. She could feel the instant warmth of his body. "That's much better. I know you haven't got a pocket, but is that a gun?"
"That's the old May West line. You know what it is."
"Grace wrote on that page I showed you before, 'He came over to me and before I knew it his hands were all over my body, in places where no man had ever been before.' "
"Do you think he touched Grace just here?" It was the first time that any man had been allowed to touch her below the waist and she gave a jolt as if a cattle prod had touched her clitoris.
"You read my mind. That feels so good." Edwina kissed Adam passionately as his finger gave her clitoris a workout. "Carry me back to the bikes. I brought two towels from the hotel."
Adam cradled her in his arms as he struggled out of the water into the warm, drying air. His finger had conveniently locked onto Edwina's clitoris and was keeping her in a constant state of excitement as he walked. Edwina took the towel and dried herself facing away from Adam, eventually spinning around dramatically, revealing her smallish breasts and her still not perfectly dry pubic triangle glistening in the sunlight. It was at that very moment that she saw for the first time Adam's erection. It was the first one she had ever seen in real life and throbbing and she said in a broad Scots accent,
"My dame come tell me truly,
" What length o' graith, when weel ca'd hame,
" Will sair a woman duly?"
The carlin clew her wanton tail,
Her wanton tail sae ready —
I learn'd a sang in Annandale,
Nine inch will please a lady."
