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strolling on a dark, narrow pathway thickly lined with tall shrubs. Every few paces, a small break occurred in the shrubbery where the sounds of deep, male voices and answering feminine giggles could be heard.
    Because of the narrowness of the path, David and Vivian were obliged to walk single file. David took the lead. As he paused to study an empty bench a short distance from the pathway, Vivian’s gloved palm came to rest on his right shoulder. Her thumb lightly caressed the hard line of his jaw, and the faint smell of violets assailed his nostrils before she lowered her hand down across his back and then farther down to clasp his hand within her own. “Walk about ten paces farther on, my lord and I believe you will find the privacy you are seeking.”
    At the touch of her thumb on the side of his face, her warm palm on his back then upon his hand, David felt a sudden rush of heat in his nether region. The intensity of feeling surprised him and he glanced over his shoulder at his companion. The allure of her disguise upon his heightened senses was unmistakable if his stiff erection was any indication. He was certainly in no mood for further delays. David quickly guided Vivian forward to the suggested destination.
    “Turn in here, my lord.” David followed her directions and found himself in a small, enclosed meadow. The ground was covered with a thick carpet of leaves. Vivian dropped his hand and walked toward one of the stately elm trees. She abruptly disappeared behind some shrubs to one side of the large tree. She returned moments later carrying what appeared to be a large pillow.
    Vivian placed this item against the trunk of a fallen tree and then indicated with a sweep of her hand that he should sit down. “I trust this spot aptly meets your needs of seclusion as well as comfort, my lord.”
    David remained standing and reached for his quizzing glass. He was painfully aroused and he trusted that a diversion would have the desired effect of dampening the evidence of his need. With this in mind, he spent a few moments studying, as best he could in the darkness, the surrounding trees.
    “I believe at this time of night the only object of interest will be an incidental owl, my lord.” Vivian lowered herself onto the thick carpet of leaves. She leaned back across the pillow and arranged her veil in soft folds in front of her face. “I have a proposal for you, Lord Maxton. My services have been paid for this evening. But alas, as you yourself have observed, my original escort has been removed from the scene. Therefore, I have chosen you, my lord, as my protector for this evening.
    “You have questioned me about the purpose of my costume and the origins of my name. You would best discover the answers to these queries by a firsthand display of my talents.”
    David dropped his quizzing glass and turned to face his mysterious companion. Her suggestive words made his erection even harder. He made no effort to hide the fact from Vivian. “You are certainly not lacking in effrontery, my dear.”
    “So perhaps it is the basis of the name Vixen, my lord.”
    “A very apt observation to be sure.” David stared down at the dark veil. “You mentioned a display of your talents…”
    “Pray, sit here beside me. Nothing whatsoever can be accomplished while you remain standing.”
    David removed his gloves, then shrugged off his coat and placed these items on top of the tree trunk behind Vivian. He slowly and deliberately released the buttons on his waistcoat. Setting the waistcoat on top of his other clothing, he lowered himself to the ground. He leaned against the pillow and turned toward Vivian. David raised his hand to the front of her veil. “May I see your face?”
    The words were no sooner out of his mouth when Vivian reached up to stop his movement. She clasped his hand in her gloved one and placed it upon her lap. “My lord, you must understand that an important part of my mystique is from the fact that I never