Some Changes

On October 15, the bombshell burst. Peter was to hand over his post to Harrington with immediate effect. Lord Harrington was the new boss. Peter first made sure everything was in order and awaited Harrington in his office. Harrington was a bottle, to put it briefly. He was undoubtedly an excellent horse breeder, his animals were traded at top prices. Beyond that, he was a complete dope; even the sophisticated telephone system in Peter's office was a problem for him. He only knew the service from reports and had only been called here on top recommendation. The only good thing about it was that he left the service to the others and only spent hours on the phone with his horse friends. It was all good, he signed off on documents in the morning, then the tea drinking and phone calls began. If Peter ever came into the office, — and Peter came every day just before noon — Harrington instantly left the office to him and made phone calls from the conference room. Thus began Peter's retirement.

Jack kept out of Peter's move; he was pursuing a particular goal. An aside by Henry gave him the idea. He had free access to the War Office in Whitehall because of his position, which had just been taken over by the new Ministry of Defense. He spent many hours in the archives, swallowing a lot of dust and plodding through the files. He found no file on his father, but everything his father could get for the War Office. He had photographed thousands of pages of lists and reports. His wife worked in the Nazi Ministry of Agriculture in Munich, so he had good access to important information. The War Office could easily deduce actual whereabouts and troop movements from the movement of goods and shipping documents. During the war years, this was invaluable information. At some point, the courier who had transported the microfilms was seized and tortured. The entire chain unraveled, and everyone was arrested. At last he found the list of those executed. Jack brought his notes to Jane, together they completed her father's life story without revealing any secrets of the War Office.

Rose took on the task of fixing breakfast for Sir Peter as a matter of course. The idea came from her and she asked Lady Janet and Master Jack, who of course allowed it. She usually came back after an hour or two and neither Jane nor Jack asked her how the fucking with the old gentleman had gone. Rose and Peter never mentioned it, and Jack was very glad that Rose kept due respect and distance from Peter. Rose sometimes whispered while resting after the morning fuck how proud it made her to be of service to the Master in both houses. She meant it very seriously, no shit, because a good maid knew when to lie down with him for the Master's physical well‐being. Jack nodded in agreement, then praised her and gave her a gentle hug. Rose was a golden soul.

He talked to Veronika on the phone from time to time, she was doing well and was about to retire from the film business. They let her go, because everyone was glad that she had made this decision on her own. That was her news, everything else she concealed from him.

Without letting Jane or Jack in on it, Peter had hired a good man in Frankfurt to help Veronika sell the house. Quietly it went over the stage, Peter's man was a banker, but he had a lot of idea about the real estate market and was not fooled. He was very skilled and worked quickly and efficiently, the location in the south of Munich was very desirable, the property with a good 2,000 square meters was worth much more than the house. He accompanied Veronika to the notary and checked carefully to make sure everything was correct. Veronika was stunned; the purchase price was almost 12.4 million Marks. She would stay in the house until the end of December. Peter's man also helped her transfer her assets to her new bank account in London. He did not want to take money either, he would settle that with Peter.

After all this, she was not going to let him go without a good drink, she had put on a diaphanous babydoll and was waiting for him with the best white wine she could get. How great was her disappointment when the kind man confessed to being gay. He had fucked with some of his mother's girlfriends after graduating from high school, but he took no pleasure in poking the old and ancient vaginas. On the contrary, their wrinkled cunts, worn out from so much fucking and masturbating, disgusted him. He drank the good wine with Veronika in a good mood and she showed him after the second bottle what she had to offer. He was quite soon thrilled by her sweet pussy and only wanted to squirt into it. Squirt, squirt, squirt! He was the first gay man she seduced mercilessly. And how she seduced him! Only at dawn did she let go of him when he could not produce a single drop. He laughed and said that no woman had ever fucked him as great as she did! He fucked just as well as other men, Veronika thought, and much more passionately. She didn't care that he was gay. It was a successful evening all around and they said goodbye as friends.

How amazed everyone was when she showed up at Crawley Manor on Christmas Eve hand in hand with Peter. Peter was grinning from ear to ear, the surprise had worked out very well! Jack was not a bit surprised, Peter managed the silent lock with ease. It was all the more astonishing that Veronika had so willingly participated in the mystery. He was very grateful that Peter had handled the house sale so ingeniously and that he had not had to travel to Munich for weeks, as he had secretly feared. It turned out to be one of the most wonderful Christmases they celebrated together.

Over the next few days and weeks, Rose taught Veronika everything there was to learn about running the household. She had to learn how shopping worked here, what Sir Peter preferred to eat, that Sir Peter's laundry and shirts were picked up and brought by the laundry. No household had a washing machine or an iron. And that the chauffeur was brought out a sandwich and a cup of tea while he waited for Sir Peter. At 11:15 sharp, Sir Peter drove to the office and came home exactly at 8:15 for dinner. If it got late, the office reliably called. Rose couldn't tell Veronika what Sir Peter actually worked either, but she knew that the office had to do with export and import and that he was the big boss.

Rose and Veronika were able to agree to cut out all the Lady‐ and Milady‐crap. Rose and Veronika, it was easy and simple. They both knew they were not ladies. Rose laughed brightly when Veronika asked in stumbling English how to sleep with Sir Peter. Veronika realized her lapse and laughed too. No, she said, what had to be observed in the bedroom? Rose started with the whiskey, his cigarettes, and the ashtray, all of which were important to him. When he was on the phone, he had to be left alone. Medication in the evening, medication in the morning. Newspapers only for breakfast. Next to the bed always some clean towels to wipe his semen. He didn't want to mess up the sheet with it. Sir Peter attached great importance to cleanliness.

Rose thought hard and what else she could think of, she said. And the other thing, Rose said, we learn in practice. She told, of course, how Sir Peter signaled to her that he wanted to fuck. She never suggested it, that would be unseemly for a maid. He was satisfied with fucking twice a week and he preferred to lie on the bottom, other positions rather not. He never asked for anything kinky, just good old fashioned English fucking. If his guardsman wasn't standing yet, he liked to watch (very much, in fact) her masturbate or be made stiff with lips, tongue and mouth. Often both, too. No, he rarely squirted in her mouth. But sometimes he held her head with both hands and squirted deep in her throat. Veronika nodded, that was no problem.

We'll find out the rest in practice, Rose said. It was the first time Veronika got intimate with Rose, Sir Peter was just a spectator. Veronika took the initiative and inflamed Rose with cuddles and French kisses. She dived down and licked Rose to orgasm. She returned the favor and made Veronika's clit glow. Peter couldn't stand it anymore, he plunged into the middle of Veronika's orgasm and fucked her kneeling. He didn't give himself a break and fucked Rose. So they soon found that Sir Peter was watching them enthusiastically playing lesbian games and licking clits and as soon as he was stiff, one could sit on his cock, the other just watched. The two had to decide whose turn it was. In the first months Sir Peter wanted to fuck every day, sometimes with both of them. Veronika still kept her contraceptive calendar, she still had her period. On the risky days Rose had to step in. This arrangement went very well and amicably.

Rose's mother had died. She had lived alone with her bottles of liquor for the last while, Rose sent her money every two months, but had not seen her for years. Brother Frank had succumbed to the charms of a wealthy widow and was living with her in Scotland, on the Isle of Skye. The connection had been severed, Rose didn't know her name or exactly where they lived. Jack had her drive to the cemetery, they were the only ones other than the clergyman and the two cemetery workers. Jack had unobtrusively helped her with the paperwork and expenses.

They stood close together like siblings and Jack had hooked her arm under his. Jack had asked the clergyman to recite a poet's poem instead of a speech. Rose howled snot, it was the poet's loving farewell to his mother, farewell and declaration of love all in one. The clergyman and workers had left, Rose placed flowers on the coffin and Jack supported her. He gave her time to say goodbye for as long as she wanted. Eventually her tears dried up and they walked the short distance to an inn. Jack insisted on eating and drinking with Rose. He smoked and held her hand tightly over the table. She told in a low voice about her mother, and he listened patiently, even though he already knew all this. He had done nothing to locate her brother Frank. He didn't know why himself. Frank had left his mother and sister behind, that was his decision. Let him burn in hell, he didn't care. Again and again he hugged Rose when the feelings overwhelmed her. He didn't care that he didn't keep the distance, it was only now and only today. But he owed it to her, even the Master had a human obligation to her emotions just as she cared for his physical well‐being and semen and laid down with him passionately.

As they rode home in a cab, he said she was welcome to take a few days off, but she flatly refused. At the very least, she had to take care of her lordship's breakfast and dinner. He would take Jane out in the evening and she didn't need to join him before breakfast either. She should give herself time to grieve, Jane and he could wait until she recovered. Rose squeezed his hand gratefully and looked out the window of the cab. Thank you, dear Master, thank you for feeling with me, it means a lot!

She did not lie down with him or Peter for 14 days, but she fixed breakfast on time, went shopping and cleaned up the house as usual. She sat at the kitchen table or on the back porch afterwards and wrote Frank a very long letter. Jack asked her if he should track Frank down and she looked at him in amazement. "What, can you do that?" Jack laughed, if I want something, I can do it! It took his researchers two days to find Frank. He gave Rose the address and she gleefully thanked him with one of her dreadful Royal Court's curtsy.

She took care of his welfare two weeks after the funeral, she was soft and passionate in her love. She was very grateful for the way he treated her at the funeral and fucked him more like a mistress and less like a servant maid. She fucked him only a few times a week, as he was very much required by St.Anne's at the end of his probationary period. After fucking, she lay on his chest and told him in all details how she spoiled Master Peter together with Veronika. He had tried unsuccessfully several times to prevent her from this indiscretion, but she just smiled and said she would tell Sir Peter about fucking him too. He finally gave up and listened to her attentively, for her these things were immensely important.

Jane had been staying with Henry on Sundays for a long time and didn't return until Monday evening. She had a thousand questions and Henry was very happy. Finally there was someone who was interested in his business. With great accuracy he explained even the most complicated procedures, interrelationships and business considerations. Mossley Bank was not a bank in the traditional sense, they had neither a banking hall nor walk‐in customers. They managed the assets of some super‐rich people, brought together projects and financiers. The projects were very political, were often the result of ideas from politicians, the Aristocracy and Royalty. Jane was impressively smart, intelligent and memorized everything. Pretty soon she was staying with him even on Tuesdays and learning tremendously fast. Henry enjoyed sitting with her and Jack on Sunday afternoons over a fine glass of wine and praising Jane to Jack that she blushed. Often Henry remarked that he would have expected this interest from his children. Jack interjected that his children had quite different interests and were very accomplished in their professions and activities. The example was a daughter‐in‐law who had built a pro bono center for women in need. Henry knew it, but he had never understood it. The details of what hardship some women suffered went in one ear and out the other. Gradually he realized that he needed to listen better and more carefully to his children and children‐in‐law. There was life outside Mossley Bank, too. His respect for Jack was growing; the boy had qualities far beyond his qualifications.

Jack liked to sit with Jane on the back porch in the evenings, when it wasn't raining. She had had enough of the BBC after about ten years. As she had predicted, the science newsroom was going backwards, with the new and exciting carrying less and less weight. Her contributions were disfiguringly cut or deleted altogether. Meanwhile, she went to the office only one day a week and attended only to her briefs; she had neither time nor interest in office gossip or social contacts. The new boss seriously tried to land with her, her fucking with James gave him hopes. She laughed at him derisively and left his office without closing the door, she couldn't manage more than this rudeness.

She seriously considered somehow working with Henry and the Mossley Bank. The distance was causing her a lot of problems. On the one hand, Henry's office was there and not here. But she definitely didn't want to commute back and forth, even the idea of going to a driving school and commuting in her own car didn't appeal to her. She was connected and intertwined with the people in her town. How often did friends show up because they had something to talk about and a phone call wasn't enough? How often did she go out alone or with Jack or meet friends spontaneously? Commuting became less and less of an option for her the longer she thought about it or discussed it with Jack. She was content enough to visit Peter and Veronica whenever it occurred to her. Effingham was a small, sleepy hamlet, and there would be no problem finding an office or living space for her at Henry's house. But she didn't feel at home there. Her home was here.

Jack thought out loud. Two things had immediately struck him. The moose and Henry's brain. Jane poked him in the side, you don't have to explain, I can follow your mind jumps effortlessly. Jack poked back and asked that she give her younger brother time to execute his thought processes, for God's sake. A minute‐long little scuffle ensued, then he continued. You don't put the moose in the oven whole. You cut out little pieces and then you leave it to Rose to prepare. Cut the BBC problem into little pieces and let Henry know. He certainly doesn't care about office gossip and your whining, but he does care about your feelings and thought processes regarding your past work and your professional expectations. Jane nodded thoughtfully, he only knows in principle that I work for the BBC, but I'm sure he's already forgotten that. I still have to think about what to bring into play and how. It was obvious that Henry needed to be more interested in her and her thoughts. A short pause arose, they took a sip and smoked.

And now for Henry's brain, Jack continued. You've been with him for a year now, there's no way you can know about everything. Jane grimaced, but he was right, of course. I still have a lot to learn, fine. Jack took an appreciative pull on the roll‐your‐own, inhaled, and stretched his legs. Let it be Henry's job to figure it out. He's got a brain, so in the end it's his own thoughts, his own ideas that mattered. Or what he thought was his own idea. He's certainly not ready to see you as an assistant. He has to teach you much more, just look at Peter and me. I'm getting some things done after 5 years, but I'm glad he comes to the office every day and keeps Harrington from interfering. Henry should find out in small portions what you are aiming at in Mossley Bank. That you are with him for two days is your choice. Like it or leave it. He has to realize one day how important you are to the bank, whether you are important to the bank. He will then figure out on his own that Mossley Bank could someday outgrow its small, dumpy office in town. Why not have a nice, pompous representative office in the city, in the middle of London? You could go to work every day like others and still keep your circle of friends, your network, your home. I don't need to tell you that such an idea is feasible in a matter of weeks.

Jane thought. He was right, and she had time enough to tackle this. She needed to know first if she really wanted to go to Mossley Bank. Only then would everything else come. I don't even know yet, she said, how badly I want to get into the bank. Maybe it's just a snap idea, I could be doing something completely different, travel journalist, writing a romance novel, or just none of the above.

Such conversations they both loved, drinking together, smoking and cuddling with each other. Usually these evenings ended with them going up in a civilized manner and fucking passionately. It was often only three or four evenings a week that they could spend together. This had its good side, their sex did not flatten out into a daily chore, they looked forward to each other for days. Sometimes they were so overcome by lust that they only made it as far as the living room couch and tore off their clothes. That Rose stuck her head curiously through the kitchen door and watched them, they knew of course, but they didn't mind.

By the end of the year, Jane had completely retired and resigned from the BBC. Of course, everyone around her knew and encouraged her. She had also told Henry, of course, and explained her reasons. He understood her very well, when something broke, you had to come clean and move on. Henry understood her decision, if one's own work was not appreciated, if one went in a completely different direction than the company, one had to clear the air and move on. After a few days, Henry stopped thinking about it and explained to Jane why sometimes it was better to invest in complex funds rather than individual stocks. Jane listened to him very carefully and forgot her sorrow about the BBC.

First it was not particularly noticeable that Harrington was not in the office. He was supposed to be in the hospital for two days for a minor procedure. When he didn't show up there, the hospital called his office. The search was on, frantically. He was neither here nor there and just nowhere. His wife hadn't seen him in months; they had grown apart. But she was suddenly alarmed and called in the city police. They were not responsible, but they seized the opportunity to puff themselves up and make themselves important. It was not until the third day that MI5, responsible for domestic affairs, was called in. Peter and Jack ordered extreme restraint. Harrington was their boss, but they had to rely on MI5.

The kidnappers came forward on the third day. A Polaroid photo proved that Harrington was still alive yesterday. Four million was demanded for his release. There was a green light within three hours, and the Harringtons had the money ready. The kidnappers let the first money delivery pass, the second failed because the city police could not wait. The arrested man only knew where to deliver the bulging travel bags, but that was a dead end. MI5 took over, they waited for a third appointment.

On the fourth day, Harrington was found with his throat cut. The tracks at the drop‐off point were useless; the junkyard was used by too many people. MI5 had a promising lead after two weeks. Harrington's last mistress, almost no one knew, was also the mistress of a hardened criminal. The man was arrested and confessed after many hours, the whole gang could be arrested. A simple case that had unnecessarily wasted many resources. Gradually, the story petered out in the media landscape. Harrington's seat remained unfilled for 7 months.

After 7 months, Major Colonel Horatio Fox, Lord Fyffe, was appointed to replace Harrington. Peter, who had been running the departments on an interim basis, was involved in the search for a successor and voted for Fox. He didn't know him very well, but Fox had been one of the best in military intelligence for two decades and there had been some joint ventures. Fox had hesitated for a long time because it seemed difficult for him to move from military to civilian. It was only when Sir Peter, whom he held in high esteem, agreed to be available to him as an external advisor that he made up his mind. One of his first acts was to sign a written, well‐funded contract with Peter. He had the office remodeled for them both. Fox was privy to Peter training his son Jack as a future manager and aide. Fox and Jack hit it off right away. Peter grinned inwardly, he now had two aides to train. But Fox was the right man, young enough at 47 and had enough Intelligence Service experience.

Of course military intelligence had other duties, but Fox often saw things they solved better together. The military was very well equipped technically, they were equipped with the finest equipment and had no obstacles in obtaining even the very latest equipment and methods not yet available to others. Fox, in return, was able to offer advice on matters concerning foreign agencies or individuals, a major weakness of the military. It was an asset to MI6 and to military intelligence.

Jack had received his license to practice medicine and left St.Anne's with a heavy heart. He promised to finish his residency training. But he was free to work four days at Upper John Street and three days with Peter and Fox. He changed that as soon as he could. It was better to work both jobs every day. Most days he stayed at Upper John Street until early afternoon and was on duty for the service in the afternoon. That brought peace and consistency, especially a predictability. Jack took only Sunday off and also stopped driving to Henry's. Henry immediately understood that Jack needed to rest for a day. Henry took care of Jane's training at the bank, she came Monday morning and went home Tuesday afternoon. He discussed all actions with Jane and let her make her suggestions. She sometimes had good suggestions, sometimes she was off the mark. Henry explained why he was tackling something and how. Jane's weakness was her poor knowledge of nobility and Henry had no idea how to change that.

Jack was pleased that Peter's office had been expanded and renovated once again. They had starred their three desks and could work together beautifully. Quite soon Fox discovered the recreation rooms. This wing of the office had been a brothel before the war. The rooms were left unchanged and they were forgotten, at least officially. However, they were used by agents and female agents alike, even Peter had some adventures in these rooms after the war. Jack very rarely gave in when a female agent tempted him there. Fox, on the other hand, very quickly became a regular after failing to hook up with even one of the office's 30 female employees. Peter had imposed a strict ban immediately after taking office at the end of the war, and those who violated it had to leave the office. The recreation rooms, jokingly called Hotel Paradiso, saved Fox a lot of time and money. Peter and Jack grinned when Fox flirted unabashedly with an agent on the phone and arranged to meet her there. He was very dutiful, however, and returned exactly after an hour. He was aware, of course, that his trysts were scrupulously recorded and that behind the Venetian mirrors there were many a mamsel judging the performance of the agents. But he could fuck a new one every day and they fucked classes better than any prostitute.

By August 1969, Fox was already challenged at the outset of his tenure. The situation in Ireland had worsened and military intelligence needed support. Peter kept a low profile and was satisfied, Fox was excelling and together with Jack he solved the task excellently. They could not, of course, prevent violence from breaking out. But that it did not turn into a major civil war was to Fox's and Jack's credit.

In 1969, there were two events in particular that kept MI5 and MI6 busy. The coronation of Prince Charles as Prince of Wales and the Queen's state visit to Austria. The first moon landing made far less impression in England than worldwide. Peter assigned himself to personally accompany Queen Elizabeth II to Vienna and Graz. He took Lilly with him and inculcated in her that it was like being at war. Lilly nodded eagerly, about marriage vows and all that. She promised to lie with him at any time, just like in the war. Jack shook his head with a smile, Peter never missed an opportunity. But both events happened as if on rails, the whole world followed the events via television.

Away from the cameras, Lilly gave herself to the boss and with all passion, she had left her marriage vows behind in London. Peter enjoyed the sexual variety and their loving passion to the fullest. She lay down beaming with joy whenever he signaled it. They fucked in all positions, his favorite being to be ridden or to squirt deep in her throat. Lilly knew that was his favorite. She took his cock in her mouth and rubbed it very vigorously until he had fully poured out. She continued to rub his cock long after he had squirted until he went completely limp, only then did she take him out of her mouth. She swallowed his semen, although she usually never let herself cum in her mouth. Never! She enjoyed the trip and the sexual variety to the fullest, fucking him as often as he could and masturbating herself from start to finish without stopping. Oh, damn! how good it did her! She was aware of what an honor it was to travel with him. He could have chosen among a hundred younger agents, but he wanted her of all people, even though she was approaching sixty. She was careful about her figure, of course, and fought against every kilo too much, but only the gods knew why he wanted to fuck her of all people.

Jane had been careful to spread the word among those around her about how dusty, small, and insignificant the Mossley Bank town office was. After months, this had reached Henry as well, one of his best customers bringing the matter to his attention. It didn't take him long to discuss the matter with Jane. She was very surprised, the town office was really small and dumpy, the lady there just a telephone operator. She didn't pick up on the whole thing until Henry started talking about it again. It was not in Mossley Bank's interest, of course, to set up a counter operation, heaven forbid! But Jane developed an entirely new idea. Why not an exclusive gentlemen's club, as there were several, exclusively for the customers and select gentlemen, with some office space in the back? One would be connected by telephone and fax to his main office in Effingham, perhaps even with the new computer? Henry was on the phone with all the gentlemen's clubs he knew.

Jane was tasked with putting together the costs. She already had a property in mind, of course, a whole floor in the Victoria Palace on St.James Street, a prime address where there were already several gentleman's clubs. Hers had to be a notch better than the others. The renovation costs were high, but justified to create an exclusive atmosphere. She presented the finished project plans to Henry and took him to the Victoria twice. She would call it The Mossley House rather than The Mossley Club; it sounded classier. Flamingo Bar would do, she grinned, the bar of rednecks, with one‐armed bandits and prostitutes.

All right, said Henry, all right! It must be representative, exclusive and very, very distinguished. A place where even the highest circles could socialize. Jane interjected that Peter could make contact with his gentlemen's club and suggestions could be taken from there. The main ingredients were food, drink, smoking and comfort. So steaks, whiskey, cigars and the best chairs in the world. In the background, dignified offices where one could have tea even with the Queen and where serious conversation and banking were also possible. Henry was sure that the project was in good hands with Jane. Six weeks had passed when he formally commissioned Jane. She immediately threw herself into the work. She had carte blanche, the Mossley Bank fortune behind her. Her future was at stake.

She asked Henry to think about what two, at most three, good bankers should work in the offices. They had to be more than just bankers, they had to be able to have conversations with the Queen herself. Henry was very saddened, for such bankers had not yet been born. But he took on the task, he would trawl the financial center of London 7 days a week looking for the people. He found them, two old‐school gentlemen with impeccable reputations and exquisite appearances, and signed them up. He immediately took up their enrollment in Effingham. Jane's club was operational after 5 months, a gleaming golden jewel in central London. The menu steak‐heavy, the selection of whiskeys and other beverages exquisite, and the humidor carried the finest cigars in the world. Jane, Jack and Peter were the first and only guests to try the club. The Mossley House was for ladies and gentlemen alike, as many of the bank's customers were ladies from the highest circles. At the official opening, the bank's top 40 clients were invited, and it was a resounding success.

Janet Crawley, Countess of Mossley, ran the House and was princely rewarded. She had one of the 5 offices to herself, the most beautiful of all. Jack had managed to get Mia's family to supply the best chairs and seating in the world. Jane had no trouble running the place, she was strict and relentless with the staff. She always conducted the customer meetings together with one of the bankers and learned a lot, but was very skilled in dealing with the customers. Henry was extremely pleased, and the customers raved about Jane and the Mossley House. Jane's idea of connecting the House and Effingham with a computer line was not only modern, but very effective. People gradually learned to work with Honeywell's clunky screens. Jane dined with clients or her bankers every lunchtime; Peter and Jack also joined her frequently. She had found her profession, her calling. More and more, "Janet's" became accepted for The Mossley House, although she never pronounced it herself. People dated at Janet's. Thanks to her journalistic training, she wrote articles for various glossy magazines, daily newspapers and brought The Mossley House into the media. When her time permitted, she continued to read scholarly papers and articles. She published her summaries in various print media, but never again on BBC.

Veronika liked to laugh when Peter told her about Fox's escapades or when he told her with all sexual details about his trips with Lilly. Of course, these were business trips, he still didn't want to enlighten her about his real activity. She liked to hear him tell really juicy stories, and that made her horny. When she was horny, she wanted to fuck or masturbate. Her room on the ground floor had become a small private cinema, an excellent projector and a cabinet containing all her films from the Munich studio. She watched the old recordings over and over again on the wide sofa, which was very comfortable for masturbating during the film. Sometimes Rose joined her, then they masturbated together, each for herself. Rose was insanely proud of Veronika, because her friend starred in these films. When Peter watched the movies, they would go up to fuck afterwards. He loved watching the movies, but he rarely had time for it. When Peter and Jack were out, Jane would often lie down with Veronika; she loved the lesbian acts with the older woman. She knew they were both bisexual, but Veronika was the only one she acted it out with. When Rose lay with Veronika, Jane would watch them briefly, but then she would go back — keeping her distance from the staff. Jack and Peter knew about it and liked to be told about it.

Jane worked 6 days a week and kept at least one day off, sometimes two or three. The Mossley House worked even when she wasn't at the House. She came home every night, had dinner with Jack, and afterwards they chatted in the living room as usual. She never drank during the day and treated herself to two glasses of white wine and a joint in the evening like Jack. By now, they were both able to keep the addiction perfectly in check. Jane was happy all around and masturbated every night before going to sleep, which did her a world of good. Jack was happy about it and noticed that her body had become even more beautiful and womanly. Jane, I love you so much! he sometimes whispered in her ear. They slept together three or four times a week, and she insisted that he go to Rose's early in the morning, every day. She couldn't and wouldn't fuck in the morning and knew full well that it did him good in the morning. Rose fucked Jack every morning during the week before fixing breakfast and going over to Peter's house to fuck or be fucked.

Jane had learned to drive and car and bought a fancy little convertible, a dark green MG. Sometimes she went out with Jack, out into the beautiful woods around London. She also visited Henry several times in her sports car when Jack didn't have time. Jack's ordination ran smoothly, was well attended, and turned a small profit, which he was happy to leave to his colleagues. He took only one doctor's salary and was content with that. Fox objected to his working pro bono for the kingdom and paid him a whopping salary. Moreover, Fox insisted on a formal contract. He was not to be changed in these matters, order must be, he said, at least the basic things had to be settled.

Jane's 30th birthday was celebrated with a big garden party in the park behind the house, all her friends and girlfriends came. Jack had had a gold necklace made for her, two big Js made of diamonds entwined copulating. One immediately recognized the clearly erotic motif on the expensive piece of jewelry, but the gifted goldsmith made it look elegant and dignified despite the sexual depiction. Jack whispered that unfortunately they couldn't wear wedding rings. She fell around his neck, she was so happy. She wore it for life.

Jack came home one evening, Jane was waiting for him in the living room. Stars shone in her eyes, brighter than ever. He waited anxiously, then she said softly, I'm pregnant! He jumped up and gave her a big hug. I'm so happy, he stammered over and over, covering her face with kisses. They talked about what might change now, that they would rearrange his bachelor bedroom and both take turns caring for the baby. He would divide himself accordingly in both Upper John Street and Peter's office, there was no question in his mind. It was also clear to Jane to cut back at Mossley House. They agreed that they did not want to entrust their child to a nanny. Rose and Veronika were still there, he said, and she laughed. Our daughter would then be able to fuck quite well before she went to kindergarten, they both had to laugh heartily. They rejoiced and became even more affectionate with each other. For the time being, they kept this secret to themselves.

But the joy did not last long. Peter received one of the very rare calls from Veronika. Peter waved Jack to note down the keywords as usual. St. Thomas Clinic, gynecology, room 417. He hung up without a greeting and called the motor pool. Then he spooked Jack, Jane at the clinic! They raced there and learned that Jane had suffered a very painful miscarriage. She had quite heavy bleeding that was very slow to stop. The necessary curettage could not be done until later and Jane would have to stay in the clinic for another 3 or 4 days. Jack cancelled all appointments and stayed with her. It took them both several hours before they could talk to each other about it. He explained the medical background to her and said the gynecologist had correctly diagnosed years ago that she could not have children. The pregnancy was a fluke that probably wouldn't happen again. But they had been looking forward to the child so much that they were of one mind. Any future pregnancy they would welcome and be glad for any child they had. He would sit beside her bed and rest his head on her stomach when he fell asleep. Jane smiled, she rarely experienced his love as beautifully as she did now.

Upper John Street turned a big profit this year. Jack waived again and his colleagues were able to collect a lot of money. It was important to him that the ordination ran well and that the destitute received excellent treatment. Whenever he could, he took afternoons off and arranged to meet Jane. They spent many hours together in the garden or living room, feeling their bond even when they were just sitting next to each other reading.

Henry came at noon and took over from Jane. He didn't say it often, but her idea about Mossley House was a goldmine. He had it in him to raise the money over steak and whiskey and cigars. Exclusive and posh, yes. Effingham was losing its edge. He and the two gentlemen had plenty of time to take care of the customers. There was no hurry; Mossley House was a meeting place of the highest order. He was very grateful and did not skimp on Jane's bonuses. Jane had also suggested thinking about her replacement right now. She directed Henry's attention to his grandson Raynor, whom she had been watching closely. He had graduated from school with honors and had done well at the London Institute of Economics. Before he took off abroad, Henry had to get him on board. Immediately, not tomorrow.

Ray was the right choice, Jane sensed immediately. He submitted because he wanted to go to the top, all the way to the top. Like all the other employees, he went to the hairdresser weekly, wore the tailored tuxedo, and learned manners from the older ones who had mostly served as butlers before. Likewise, he learned silently and very attentively how bank advisors dealt with customers and where theory differed from practice.

Jane called him into her office after a month. She gave him comprehensive feedback. She said he was developing into a good host, just as Mossley House needed. As for banking, he should still learn and listen well. She smiled, I felt the same way, I still listen to the bank advisor today and know what my limits are. It's hard, Ray, but you're 22 now and have plenty of time to prepare to take over the House one day. Ray nodded, knowing she was right. Thank you, Janet, that helps me a lot, you help me a lot! Jane fell silent and Ray rose to leave. One more thing, Jane said, looking him straight in the eye, I realized, of course, that you had a crush on me. Ray lowered his eyes and looked at the tips of his shoes. I am, of course, very flattered that a young, handsome and extremely smart man like you would fall in love with me. However, you must take two things to heart, first, I am your boss. Second, you are a Mossley just like me. I am not for incest, most definitely not! Ray looked up and was about to say something, but he clenched his lips. There was probably no point in reminding them that they were not related by blood at all. His heart was breaking, but he tearfully thanked her for her openness and left. He got over his pain after ten days and got used again to working very closely with the woman who was unreachable. Jane was wise and gave him time.

Veronika had discussed with Peter for a long time and listened to him well. She had enough of doing nothing, but what she could, to fuck for porn movies, she was no longer interested. And Peter knew very well that the porn business was a dirty, low and dangerous business, with which he wanted nothing to do. So the decision was easy. Peter asked what she liked to do. She smiled like a cat and said it was not a job, but love and pleasure. He smiled too, yes, my love! He did not let go. She blushed and whispered she loved children. He ignored the innuendo. So nanny or kindergarten. He guessed kindergarten, regular hours different children, not just a spoiled brat. He promised to take care of it. Two days later Veronika started the training in a renowned institute and after one month she came to the accompanying practical work. She was very happy and thanked him every morning, so Peter was happy too.

Veronika learned quickly and she was very happy about the choice of profession. She had a lot of fun with the children and completed the training after one year. She benefited from being bilingual and came to work in both the German and Austrian kindergartens. Diplomats, businessmen and bankers liked to give their youngest there because the children could learn German and English so easily. Veronika was in the right place and in her desired profession. Peter was happy about this, because she did not have to go back to her humiliating job.

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