Cecilia struggled, her blue eyes wide in horror at what Gloria was doing. Sweat glistened over her pale skin in spite of the chilly mountain air as she struggled frantically against her bonds.
The two had been playing "games" all summer and fall. Cecilia, being the daughter of a multimillionaire could not afford for her indescretions to be known, and Gloria, being the housemaid, could not afford for anyone - least of all her employer - to know just how madly in love with Cecilia she had become.
Cecilia, at the moment, would put the emphasis on "madly".
Their games had escalated over time from simple caresses to more passionate episodes, Gloria slipping into Cecilia's room in the wee hours of the night to consumate their love.
Eventually, the sense of danger of being caught had become an integral part of their play, so much so they found life boring without it.
Bondage games had not been that great a leap after that.
When Cecilia's father began to suspect, he'd arranged a marriage to a suitable prospect, with the idea of dealing more privately with Gloria later. This was the proper Victorian era, after all!
Even now, Cecilia's fiance was on that very train, it's whistle screaming as it crossed the tressel, only a few miles away.
Cecilia looked at Gloria in sheer panic now, the particular game they had started that morning had left her in a decided state of undress and chained to the tracks.
Their passion had been intense, but Cecilia had assumed it was because this would probably be their last.
She'd had no idea!
Now looking at Gloria tilting her top hat in farewell, Ceclia's doubts magnified a thousandfold.
Gloria wouldn't leave her like this! This was all part of the game, wasn't it???!!!