Dudley was a gourmet of means. A rich man, he inhabited a smart mansion in the country with just his servants for company. Mercurial and with a low
thresh hold for boredom he imposed on his manservant to find ever more bizarre forms of entertainment, especially for the Christmas Holidays.
The pressure was on for his chef, too, who was expected to come up with increasingly exotic creations with which to tempt Dudley's often-jaded
A local woman came in nearly every weekday to 'do' for him and kept his house in the spotless manner to which Dudley had become accustomed. Her son
was in charge of the several acres of gardens and kept them neat and pristine.
It was into this environment that a local circus had been invited to perform on Christmas Day. They came along and pitched their tents near the
stables, trying their very best not to look too impressed with their surroundings.
Dudley did his best not to look too impressed with the circus. Part of his manipulative charm depended on keeping his manservant on his toes by never
appearing to be grateful for the proffered entertainments. This ensured that the manservant always tried his best to excel himself, keeping him in a
permanent state of stress and Dudley in a permanent state of anticipation and excitement.
Dudley located the ringmaster and gave him a key to the mansion. 'Tell your people they are welcome to enter and use my facilities' he said. Of
course, this invitation was eagerly accepted by the circus folk who went off to marvel at the beautiful golden halls and gaze in awe at the tall
Christmas Tree proudly displayed before them.
That evening, Dudley settled himself on the patio and clapped his hands to signal that he was ready for whatever entertainment the circus had to offer
How he laughed at the clowns whose tom-foolery opened the proceedings and how he gasped at the fire-eaters and sword swallowers. He found himself
fascinated by the juggler as he juggled his clubs, and was on the edge of his seat as the escapologist only just made it out of the water tank
Mightily impressed, Dudley thought he would give these people the world if he could but satisfied himself with throwing some coins instead. And then,
just as he thought there could be nothing left to beguile him, she rode out.
A tiny dancer balancing on a white horse. How delicate she was in her pink tutu, how acrobatic as she jumped and pirouetted on the back of her steed.
Dudley was utterly captivated and clapped and cheered until his arms ached.
Marielle, the dancer, noticed his attentions and smiled prettily for him. She knew she looked her best tonight in her glittery costume and her blonde
hair piled high, decorated with a small tiara set with tiny pink and white gems.
Finally she took her bow and was rewarded with an invitation to join Dudley. She tripped lightly up the steps to the patio and he greeted her warmly.
She found herself being plied with turkey sandwiches and mulled wine. The perfect Christmas supper.
Dudley was more charming than usual and gradually, Marielle found herself falling for him. He, touchingly, began to fall for her too. Somehow, all the
sophisticated women he had known in the past paled in comparison to this lively, exquisite little creature.
Tenderly he suggested going inside and Marielle, tired, excited, well-fed, slightly drunk and happy, agreed. She was so small that Dudley easily
carried her up the steps to his bedroom and threw her playfully into his large and comfortable bed.
How happy they were in their passion. Dudley always enjoyed novelty and Marielle, being a small acrobat, had many new delights to offer him. When
finally they slept, Dudley thought he must have died and gone to heaven.
The next morning his manservant found them entwined and even he, usually unshocked by Dudley's antics, had to rub his eyes and look again at the
tangle in which he found his master.
Sleepily Dudley ordered breakfast in bed and snuggled up to Marielle. 'I love you' he told her. Sleepily, she uttered the magic words 'I love you too,
Dudley' with hardly a thought for the riches she could expect to enjoy should their relationship last. She determined that it would.
After a breakfast that was eaten and thrown around Dudley's ransacked bed they trotted downstairs. Marielle had to go and tend to her horse and Dudley
had stocks and shares to look after.
His manservant 'humphed' as Dudley dived in for a last, lingering kiss before making himself available for his duties. 'I'll see you for dinner' he
told Marielle and winked ostentatiously at her as she left.
Dudley had a restless day and couldn't concentrate. How he sighed with relief when it finally became time to dress for dinner. He chose his clothes
carefully, finding his best waistcoat for the occasion. His manservant located his best cuff-links and signet ring and, after a lot of preening and
critical glances in the mirror, pronounced Dudley fit to go downstairs.
Dinner was to be served in the banqueting hall, still resplendent in its Christmas finery. Nothing was too good for Marielle, and Dudley impatiently
awaited her appearance. Slowly, the first hour ticked by and still no sign of her. Dudley asked for his favourite beer and it was served by his
manservant, who looked rather put out.
Hesitantly, he asked if the master was going to eat at all tonight. 'Just another half hour' said Dudley quietly, trying not to show his anxiety and
disappointment. He thought of going to the circus tents to look for her, but he'd never had to chase a woman in his life and he didn't want to start
now. Instead he sat there with his jaw set stubbornly and continued to wait.
Finally, as midnight approached, he called for his starter which he picked at with no enthusiasm. His manservant cleared away the remains, throwing
them into the garden for the foxes so as not to offend the chef.
Next he served a beautiful, medium rare steak to Dudley and stood back in anticipation of his master's grateful response. Dudley took a mouthful with
no real enthusiasm, but the taste was exquisite. So tender, so fresh. Such a change from the left-over turkey. He tucked in and barely stopped himself
from licking the plate.
Wiping his chin on his napkin he looked at his manservant 'That was marvellous' he said 'Utterly marvellous. Such a pity Miss Marielle missed it'
The manservant looked aghast and let his jaw drop 'But, but sir' he stammered 'That was Miss Marielle. You said you wanted to see her for
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