Why did it always seem to be raining when she was out looking for carriages to rob, she wondered? She waited for the tell-tale jingle of harnesses indicating a coach on the road just beyond the bushes where she, Bert and two of the men hid. If she was smart she would still be serving at the king’s hunting party where she could have access to all the women’s jewelry cases. It would be much drier and warmer sneaking around the women’s rooms while they danced and dined, than sitting out here in the rain waiting for a carriage to happen by. In her head flashed the image of Lady Livington naked in Byron’s bed. Had she been a few moments later she would have walked in on them both completely naked. How dare Byron sleep with the doxy! Jealousy reared its ugly head. Obviously the woman’s experience would appeal to a man like the marquis, to any man for that matter. After all, why would a man want such an untried, plain girl such as herself, when he could have a woman of Lady Livington’s such well-endowed charms?
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