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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Improper Lessons

ISBN # 1-4199-0457-4

Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: December 2005

This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written

permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-

3502.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been

rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-

rotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

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I MPROPER L ESSONS

Dawn Ryder

Chapter One

It was a fine autumn morning. Brenton strolled along the sidewalk at a slow pace.

Most of the ladies were looking down their noses at him and he confessed to enjoying it.

Boston was milling with activity, the streets full of carts and horses. Men intent on

business and ladies attending to their needs in the local mercantiles.

Even in 1886 a colored man drew attention from the upper-crust of Boston society.

Maybe that was why Brenton savored it so much, he liked making sure they saw his

silk brocade vest and gold pocket watch chain. He watched them through tinted,

imported glasses as they noticed his fine wool overcoat and the shine on his hand-

tooled boots.

There was one stark difference between him and the gentlemen passing him on the

boardwalk. Brenton never wore gloves. He wore his mother’s coloring proudly because

he had not been born a slave.

Bastard he was, but that was his father’s sin. One that Brenton refused to shoulder.

He had his own to worry about but more importantly, he had a life to spend his time

thinking about.

Reaching the courthouse, he climbed the stone stairs as he quickened his pace. It

was time to earn his fortune.

* * * * *

Evelyn Smyth looked quite proper as she rang the bell at the Spencer Industries

gate. Behind the ten-foot iron fence were some of the most modern factories in the

world. Right there in Boston.

Evelyn wasn’t as calm as her smooth face looked. No indeed! Excitement raced

through her veins as she peered through the curling black iron to the small city within.

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It truly was a miniature community. The workers lived in dormitories provided by

the Spencer estate. That was not uncommon in 1886. Many large industries offered

lodging as part of the employment package. Mind you, most of those companies

expected their workers to work long hours, and keeping them close to the factory

increased the number of work hours that the company might extract from them.

Spencer Textiles was different. Evelyn was still slightly shocked at the offer of

employment she’d received.

They wanted a teacher.

Spencer Textiles intended to allow the children to go to a school that they were

paying for. That was quite unheard of! Most industries worked the children as hard as

the adults. Age was no matter when it came to changing bobbins on a loom. In fact, a

child’s smaller hands could reach into the mechanical loom easier than an adult’s.

Whole families were contracted for employment right down to the five year olds.

The side effect of that practice was workers locked into a generation of ignorance

because they had never attended school.

Evelyn still did not know exactly what to expect. Her employment agency was one

of the most esteemed in Boston, she would not have been dispatched without the

Spencer company passing several interviews.

That gave her the courage to take a rail car here this morning. A schoolmarm wasn’t

worth anything if she did not have a good name. Reputation was everything in the

society of 1886. The wealthy families who could afford a teacher like her would not

tolerate even a hint of scandal attached to her name.

So, her dress buttoned exactly up to her collarbones. Her skirts were hemmed to

just one inch above her polished boot toes and, of course, the top skirt was bustled in

the back. A short cape was buttoned around her shoulders, hiding the trim figure her

corset made. The black wool was somber and well-suited to a schoolmarm. It fell to her

elbows, completing her pious appearance.

Society did like its “appearances”!

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