Trio in the Carriage(1)

ousers, yet unable to attend to one without neglecting the other. The poor youth, with a face already somewhat boyish, now appeared on the verge of tears.

Edith could no longer bear watching and stood up, walking over to his side, saying, "Let me shield you, Andre."

Andre gazed at her, perplexed and aggrieved. She lifted her skirt and straddled on his lap, her back blocking the gaze of Raphael. Though he no longer needed to endure the mocking glances of his rival, the posture of the two was undeniably suggestive: they were so close that their scorching breaths brushed against each other''s faces, her soft bosom pressed against his firm chest, and their heated intimacies merely separated by the thin fabric of the maiden''s undergarments beneath her skirt.

In belated realisation of the impropriety of this approach, both youngsters blushed. However, Edith, caught in a predicament, chose to pretend as if nothing was amiss and continued to maintain their current position.

As the carriage neared the outskirts of Paris, Raphael suddenly assumed a grave expression and swiftly took a seat beside them. Resolutely, he commanded them, "Kiss. The more passionate, the better!"

"What?"

"I said, kiss, hurry! Hold her tightly in your arms!" he urgently directed the lovers while hastily unbuttoning his own shirt and roughly crumpling both his upper and lower garments.

Edith somehow comprehended his meaning and immediately cupped Andre''s face with fervour, pressing her lips against his, while her entire body writhed upon his lap, causing his clothing to become even more disheveled. The man on the seat swiftly responded, his hands encircling her hips, lifting her upwards, pulling her closer to himself.

At that moment, Raphael also positioned himself closely beside the two, assuming a gesture of caressing Edith.

"What are you doing?" Andre noticed Raphael''s actions and immediately asked with animosity in a low voi