Rated PG (for now)
Sean plays Rafe Wytecliffe. This story is set in the Colonial times.
This is only the first part of it. Enjoy and let me know what you
think.


Rafe Wytecliffe stood in his window. The darkness engulfed him so he
could not be seen by anyone who was outside. Which at that very
moment was what he wanted. He wondered if this was going to be an
every evening event. Who was she? Where did she live? What was her
name? So many questions that needed to be answered. Soon very soon
she would be appearing. He ran his hand threw his blonde hair and
his green eyes flashed when he caught movement on the road. His
heart quickened. His loins ached slightly. What did this woman do
for work that had her out this late at night?
His breath was taken away. This evening she had her hair drawn up in
a severe bun. She wore an expensive blue gown. Not new, but still
expensive. She stopped suddenly. She held out her hands and looked
up into the sky. It had begun to rain. She was not disappointed.
In fact she looked relieved.
Rafe touched the window as the rain fell hard and fast. It blocked
his vision of her. "Damn!" He swore hard and loud. Rafe had
watched this woman for two weeks. The same time every night. She
had become his release from the drudgery of life. "Where did she
bloody go?" He wondered out loud. He turned away from the window
with cheated disgust. The rain was pounding so it seemed it was
going to go thru the ceiling. Where did she go? How far before she
got to her destination? Was she going to be alright? These
questions bothered Rafe for what seemed all night.
To his amazement he had fallen asleep. Something that was a rarity
in his life. He got up and as always his faithful butler Gerard had
readied his bath and day's clothes.
The woman was set fresh in his mind this morning. She never was
there before. Rafe blamed the storm for taking her away from him.
He chuckled to himself as he walked down the hallway. Amused with
the thoughts on how he was going to handle not seeing her when he
returned to England.
His visit to America was a bittersweet experience. He had always
wanted to come. But he didn't want to visit on the expense of his
uncle's death. It was his mother's brother and Rafe was the only
living relative left. His uncle had a lucrative shipping business
that traveled from the United States to England. Rafe himself had a
lucrative shipping business. He thought he might combine the two
businesses, but decided against it. Rafe decided to take a few of
his uncle's clients and sell the business. But that was going to
take several months to do.
Rafe bypassed the kitchen and went straight to the stable. He got
his usual greeting from the stable dog, but he then realized that
people were missing. He couldn't figure out for the life of him
where they all went. He followed the dog down the corridor when he
saw the lot of them surrounding something. He walked up behind them
and stood on his tiptoes to catch a glimpse of what they were looking
at. The dog bumped into him and he fell into two of the men. Rafe
caught everyone off guard and they parted like the Red Sea. When he
caught his balance, Rafe, a little embarrassed, recovered quickly.
The men began to scatter not wanting to get into trouble. Rafe was
surprised when he finally saw what everyone was looking at.
There she was. Lying in the pile of hay. Her hair glistened in the
morning rays. Rafe was surprised to see so many different shades of
blondes, browns and red on one persons head. Rafe knelt down next to
her. His horse master was about to say something but Rafe stopped
him with a hand gesture. Not once did he look away nor did he notice
that the horse master had left.