Rodolphus" large hands ripped at the lace knickers she wore. Pieces of the ruined fabric fell to the grass. She didn't care. There wasn't time to worry about the impropriety of what they were about to commit. Nor could she afford to worry that her jealous husband might find them. Opportunities for the two of them to meet were getting scarcer the longer he was gone. She knew that a day would come when they wouldn't see each other again. It physically pained her chest to think of that day. Not that she was in love with him. No, he simply knew how to manipulate her body in ways no one else ever could.