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Whitechapel
Date: 5/9/2015, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Death, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, First Time, Horror, Lesbian, Masturbation, Murder, Prostitution, Virginity, Voyeurism, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com
and leave in the spring and never have to come back to the East End, with its cold nights and coal dust and dead women cut up in alleys. Rose could hold onto the hem of Mary's dress as she flew both of them off into some wild fairy tale life where they’d become a different people entirely. That was something she could do. Or she could just take it. There was enough money there to get Thomas out of jail with enough left over for Rose to go somewhere else and get a new start. Not as far as Paris, God knew, but she didn't need Paris. Just somewhere safe. Rees would interrogate her about where the money came from, but he wouldn't say no to it. Nobody would ever know. Except for Mary, who in all odds would never forgive Rose...but what would it matter? What good was all that money to a silly drunk? She'd fritter it away eventually. Probably she had more than once already. To Mary money was a toy, but to Rose it was two people's lives. It would be the right thing to do in the end, wouldn’t it? She rolled over, cross with guilt. Could she really do something like that to a woman who might well have saved her life? A friend who even right now was probably sick to death with worry that Rose was out on the street or dead in a courtyard with her throat cut. What kind of person was she? Mary would be beside herself. She might even-- Rose sat up in bed. She might even come looking for her. Mary was big-hearted and not always the smartest. She just might go out, alone, at night, onto the ...