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The Charlton Impact

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'This is spurious. I'm twenty-three and already under pressure from father to find the lass with the right breeding. Who talks like that nowadays?' Emery says pocking at his baked beans and crisp toast. 'I hear you Knipschild. I thought being the next Baron of Chesterfield meant hot desperate lasses wanting to please me, use me and abuse me; but old Baron Chesterfield wills none of that.' Koen grunts into his sunny side up. I sit back and look at my friends 'Knipschild, your father had you in his mid thirties and you're his first.' I point out 'I know!'  He exclaims agitatedly 'that's some attractive twaddle right there. He ought to be taken up by the devil.' Hilliard announces passionately 'Hodge, hold your horses, perhaps old Lord Knipschild has a point in his intentions for Emery.' Leigh says 'I'll none of it! He had his fun in his youth and wants to deny his son any. Thats blasphemy and treachery sliced maliciously and malevolently by the very green hands of self intent.' Hilliard preaches prudently 'I second that.' Emery announces with a nod and a salute of his glass of orange 'and I join the wagon baron Hadley.' Koen concurs fully 

'I say to Hades with those bureaucrats, we have minds of our own. We ought not be told what to do with titles we didnt ask for at the origins! In fact what we should do is teach those old chums a lesson in modern society.' Hilliard declares, flaring his red head of hair like he was already in the House of Lords making a speech on pressing issues. 'And what lesson might this be?' I inquire hiding my smile behind a cup of tea 'we ought to break their backs in a match of polo where we will cast lots on our independent minds.' He announces. 

And therein the fault in his highness the next Baron of Hadley lies. Hilliard cut a tall figure in his coat. I'd be the first to admit he had too many pints of charisma in his blood, but all that seemed to do was place ideas of grandeur in his head, make him ignite fires he couldnt feed as you have just witnessed. 'You barely play.' I point out 'must you be so wet a blanket duke Angelford?' he passionately inquires 'I must be the sense in your fiery endeavours Baron Hadley.' I reply 'I second the duke.' Leigh announces 'thank you baron Burlington.' I nod at him appreciatively

'I do however understand Hadleys distaste. His mother is at the moment chatting up Lady Harris.' Leigh adds 'I fear were back in the eighteenth century and not the twenty first.' Emery dramatically announces making a house of his crisp toast 'I may have a ploy to get us out of this.' Koen brightly announces, flashing his aqua eyes at us. This ought to be interesting! 'And what could it possibly be? 'Hilliard encourages him 'Charlton's impact.' Koen divulges saucily. I sit back, the tension of hope that for once something cheerily intelligent would spew from the rose-lipped next Baron of chesterfield dying away like a rose in old water. 'Chesterfield you have the sensational intelligence of a headless spring chicken.' Hilliard says glaring his hazel eyes at him. 'Perchance there is a connection twixt the dethroned Baron and our situation if Chesterfield was but given the pulpit to explain.' Emery says flashing a smile at the auburn haired Baron to be. I sense this is more from desperation than endearment.

'Charlton, like us, was under pressure to wed at a morosely early age was he not?' Koen points out indeed. Leigh seconds him 'and thus he went for the worst possible match he could find; Gloria Durante.' He adds to 'she was glorious indeed!' Emery chuckles dipping the roof of his crisp house into the beans marvellously sculpted. Hilliard agrees with a smile 'but she was so badly bred his parents would never have approved if she had been finished.' Leigh states in distaste. He must be the only real blue blood at this table, the rest of us would have had a go at Gloria if she as much as liked teenage boys back then! 'as a result his parents lowered the standards of expectation allowing him to mingle with any woman in the ton he wished as long as it wasnt Gloria; which is what we want to happen is it not?' Koen arrives at his point 'you want us to court dismannered seductresses such as Gloria in order to gain access to whichever dame we deem fit among the ton?' Hilliard investigates. By Jove! Hes got it! The lads got it!

Koen lies back on his seat like the very intelligence of him had been placed entirely into his explanation of the Charlton impact. 'Was he not overwhelmed by Glorias seduction of him such that he was bound by her charms and chose to wed her against his parents will?' Leigh confirms 'the end is immaterial, it is the impact we seek. If we can keep our hearts out of the matter and use only our heads we should be in for quite the ride noble men.' Koen decides. I smile at him; quite the ride indeed 'we have a few weeks to the Rollins summer open. I suggest we get us company. Emery announces, his slate eyes widening like he was viewing the cafeteria for the first time. I watch the heads around our table crane in unison, the blond curls of Baron Burlington turning last before mine does. Am I partaking in this misindustry? I should think so!

Do we hope to find someone for ourselves this way? Leigh asks smoothing his glasses over his peridot eyes I should hope so. Koen announces I like the one in the blue three tables down. Hilliard decides her dress is but too tight and too short! Leigh exclaims exactly what I like. Hilliard decides with a firm nod like this was but a shop and the assistant would deliver the missus to his apartment later on this evening I have her! In a floral get up seven tables down to the right! Emery declares proudly. I smile at his choice, he had to pick out the most absurd of matches, and I had to outdo him! She had skin like a mocha latte and short nutmeg hued haircut around in a hip-hop inspired style. You'll kill the old man! Koen proudly says with a wink of his aqua eyes

 pick one Leigh. Go ahead. Hilliard urges like we were at the horse races and betting to be exact by the window three tables to your left. Leigh says with a tinge of rose on his cheek. I turn to a blond with long straight hair like sable, her eyes aqua in contrast. I doubt his parents would disapprove seeing Emerys choice! By Jove! If she had but Auburn hair she would be Koen Hilliard whispers proudly I lack feminine looks as such! Koen protests as we laugh I know not why you lament. Leigh obviously thinks you quite attractive! I chuckle Chesterfield and her bare no similitudes save for the hue of their eyes! Leigh defends himself Id watch myself around Burlington if I were you Chesterfield. He might attempt to kiss you in a corner! Emery chortles as Leigh rouges  

Angelford? Shall you go last? Koen pries changing the subject indeed I shall. I announce not seeing any one I would do the honour of scaring my parents with. He smiles triumphantly, as though he had seen someone he expected me to pick and was going to swipe her form under my arms four tables up to the left, beside the window. He proclaims. I turn around counting the tables and looking for the girl, all I see is a curly haired man I am going to pretend I am gay. He announces in elucidation as the door to the cafeteria opens. 
I hadnt expected this to be a war of egos as it had turned out to be, but everything with us always turned into one such thing or another, a race, a challenge, a competition or contest, and here was Koen Broughton, the next Baron of chesterfield, pushing the bars up even higher for me to jump. And thats when she walked in as if to save the day for me...

 The graffiti of her sport shoe must have been the first thing that caught my eyes, colourful things my mother would cry over! And then the sporty exactness of the lengthy chocolate leg being exposed in confident gait as she swung her hips past table after table in that chequered green dress, the blue jacket swinging side to side, a glove in her hand whispering excitedly to me that maybe she was a biker lass or something. My mind went instantly into calculation; how many things would my parents dislike about my newfound girlfriend?? The list wrote itself out, the seductive walk, the gum she was chewing, her sense of style, the way she filled her bra cups, her sunglasses in a room, her vogue hair style, the chocolate of her skin, the chutzpah and attitude I could tell she has a lot of, the motor bike riding, the way she filled the room with her presence, the way that dress fit her extraordinarily, the way she just walked up to Emerys choice and picked up both her butt cheeks in her palm! To cut a descriptive story short; she was the one for me!

Her. I soberly declare as Emerys choice yelps in shock and turns around to stare the groper of her behind in the eyes and a friendly battle ensues. Seems like they are well acquainted! By Jove! Mother would have a fit if I brought home a girl who groped behinds in greeting! This is absolutely fabulous! Shes worse than Gloria! Leigh announces. She is rather delicious isnt she?! She smiles and pulls in Emerys choice for a hug then turns around back for the door. I turn to look for my butler then sigh. I have to do this on my own! Gratefully shes looking at her phone when I push Emerys leg out from under the table. She somehow misses it, but the talking lass behind her doesnt, driving the sharp heel of her leopard print shoes right into a toe of his. He yelps in pain, spewing out some cursive words as she gaps and lifts her foot Im so sorry! she cries as my choice walks on by on the phone

Jesus Christ on a bicycle to Bond street! he growls in pain as she apologizes profusely, the lads around the table taking interest in the situation as I look out after my choice who stops at the door and turns around, finally having found out that her friend was not following her out. I smile and turn around to the unfortunate event that has befallen the future baron of Knipschild. It seems his foot was in the way. I contribute. The least I can do to get on her good side is defend her friends honour. She ought to have been cautious of where she walks. Hilliard announces as my choice arrives at the scene still on the phone. Thank you. She says on the phone summoning her friend to be quiet I assure you your excitement wont be for nothing. She says, her voice is something smooth and seductive as well as she stares at the whingeing Emery and shakes her head in disbelief. 

I look forward to seeing you as well. She says pursing his lips for him with her hand No! No! Emerys choice dramatically whispers to her could you give me a second; thanks. She says to the phone what?! she demands curtly hes royalty or something. Her friend announces pointing at the crest on Emerys sweater he doesnt look like prince Harry or William so frankly I dont care! she whispers then turns back to her phone which day? she politely asks as Emery burbles at his pursed lips, the rest of the table enchanted by the woman who didnt care who we were; seeing as we werent next on the throne! 

I might have to push some things around on that particular day but I guess we can work with that. She complies as he stares at his zipped lips in disbelief. Is she talking to a boyfriend or something? I should see you then; have a nice flight in and let me know when you can be a wonderful inconvenience to me. she says with a bright smile that lights her dark eyes then hangs up turning to Emery and releasing his lips sorry, I dont like to be distracted when Im talking. She apologizes curtly

Whats wrong here? she asks turning to her friend I might have stepped on his foot. Her friend reports is anything broken? she turns to Emery who seems to be regaining his lips. We cant be sure. I announce, her gaze briefly turning to me before she sighs does anyone have a piece of paper I can leave our contacts on if she has to pay for damages? she inquires removing a pen dont be silly, we wouldnt let you pay. Leigh says as I remove my phone and hand it to her that was Ambrose by the way. He liked the ideas and is flying in on Wednesday to run us through some songs he wants. She reports to her friend, keying in her contacts. Seems like I have what I wanted! Ambrose?? That was Ambrose?? her friend exclaims. She smiles and hands me my phone, sticking her behind out for her friend to spank. You have nice lips by the way. She says to Emery as she swings her waist so that her friend misses the behind she was going to spank and I hope your legs fine. She adds how come he called you and not me?? her friend exclaims completely having forgotten the foot incident! I dont know! Ask him! she says as they walk away...
I turn to Emery with a smile you used me to get her number! It ought to be mine! he announces I didnt use you. I gave you an opportunity to approach your Gloria and you declined, so I approached my Gloria. I argue out she likes my lips. He contests she gave me her number. I shrug looking into my phone book for the new number hes right. Hilliard admits. I smile; indeed I am. Wait! There are two of them! I grunt looking at the numbers one must be mine and the other yours. Emery says as I stare at the two numbers but which is she? Sadie or Viola? I wonder staring at the two numbers

 This gives the both of you fair ground. You injured Knipschild to get her number so you must give him leave to pick the first. Leigh announces. I turn to Emery. I hope he picks the wrong one, but then I wont know which the wrong one is! Isnt it unfair? He picked the mocha-skinned girl who stepped on his foot thanks to me! Dont be such an ingrate Knipschild. I helped you gain the contacts of the lass you picked out; the least you can do is let me keep mine. I state
He looks around the table none of them have made any step to gain their damsels. Its just you and I. Are you really going to listen to what they have to say? I probe maliciously. He turns to me at ease duke Angelford. At ease. He succumbs. Now to figure out which she was and where she hid herself. Three years on this campus and I had none of her before today! My companion to the summer open was going to open sore wounds in the ton, wounds that had been bandaged after Charlton and Gloria had been dethroned! This was going to be quite the sensation!

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