“Oh my god, Mary, did you hear about what Misty did?” Melonie said in a pretentiously pompous British accent.

Mary responded, “Oh no, what happened this time?”

Anna Iris took a sip of her tea, then, with her white glove covered hands, flattened out her oddly uncomfortable puffy dress as Melonie, told Marry, about Misty.

“We’ll, I saw her behind the bleachers at the horse races the other day with her gloves off, touching, and, dare I say, Kissing Sir Rodger Penrose.” She said as she raised her eyebrows mischievously.

The other women gasped.

Anna Iris rolled her eyes.

This seemed so much more fun when I watched Bridgerton.

Anna excused herself from the table as to give the other women the time they egarly need to gossip about her.

She walked into the next room and was dumbstruck as her eyes gazed upon the most beautiful human she had ever seen.

He caught her gaze, her heart fluttered. He took the first step in her direction….

But, before she got a chance to go talk to him…

She woke up.

Her heavy processing was done and she regained control over all of her systems.

Damnit! Why did I want to experiences sex with that man so badly, it was like I was possessed, I wonder if that is what being horny feels like…

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