"How was he Gremalgin?" she asked the girl.
"Hard as a rod and hungry for it. He shafted me raw. You want to try him," replied the girl with a cruel sneer.
"I shall now you are back. He must have past your test?" Mrs Draper let the girl wander off and came over to the bushes where the young man hid.
"You passed my test. Now I have something on you. She never had much tacked when it came to men." Mrs Draper just looked at the man crouched behind the bush. "Stand up and put your cock back in. It might get sunburnt." With that, she laughed and walked back into the house.
Charles just stood there, not knowing what to think. What was he to do now? Had he done anything wrong, or had the two women simply tricked him into some kinky game? After all, Mrs Draper did not seem worried that he had just had sex with the girl. So was it a trap? Clearly, they knew each other, and the incident with the wallet was a trick to get him excited. But what possible pleasure could Mrs Draper gain from knowing he had demanded quick sex from the girl? And who was this girl: named Gremalgin?
Things were never quite the same after that. All the time Charles was expecting a trap or a trick. Would the girl come back? Where did she come from in the first place? It certainly was not the village, as Charles had lived there all his life, and had never laid eyes on her before. Luckily this young woman was of consenting age, so Charles thought people might just laugh it all off? But they would be laughing at him.
When he had first come to the house, the man had simply wanted to find out about money. He wanted to know what people with money found to fill their day. He needed the knowledge of money and the lifestyle of money. How else was he ever going to adopt that life for himself if he knew nothing about it? What did they wear; eat; drink and drive?
Now; armed with some of that knowledge, Charles wondered if he truly wanted the lifestyle after all. If the incident with the girl was anything to go by, the lives of the rich were very strange. All around him was the feeling that darkness was drawing him in. Charles was worried.
One thing did change though. Since the incident in the garden, Mrs Draper had become friendlier to Charles. She was warmer to him now, even if she did laugh slightly when they talked about the event. At first, Charles thought she was laughing at him, but he soon learnt that she was laughing at the idea of him being caught with the girl. This did not mean she was any more humane when it came to people. On the contrary, she was a cruel and heartless woman, Charles could see that.
But she was a little kinder to him.
