Merrie England, in the 17th 100 ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the meadow of Caisterdale to conk beneath the old stone bridge deck beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in phantasm forgetful to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, Holy Writ in helping hand but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the puzzle way, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one close day of freedom ? '' asked a comrade voice.

She looked up, Gospel According to John, Lord Caisterdale 's son, her childhood friend looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom cab grimace, his broad shouldered skeleton, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair.

He looked down seeing the young girl of his childhood rather than the young adult female in the full bloom of spirit which she had become

'' A desirable fellow, indeed a lucky confrere, Mr Countisbury, '' John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities one could wish well for in an archway Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full-of-the-moon well she would never succumb to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the Creator of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

'' Yes, '' she said turning to stare steadfastly at the water, `` I shall be there, it is the tradition. ``

He reigned in his knight and whirled around, `` Yes ? '' he said, `` Surely not ? ``

'' Yes, I shall be there, '' she repeated.

'' But you do n't infer, '' he said hopelessly, `` Fatherhood, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to monish of the earthly concern of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a world away from Caisterdale where wenches cavorted wantonly for centime, a humanity into which in a few savage here and now his own male parent would propel her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the get-go Born of the hamlet have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right, and if the low handmaid girls must buckle under then so must I. ``

He wanted to expect into her heart, to see her mortal but she stared through her book and into a populace far beyond.

'' I shall not allow it ! '' King John announced, `` Not you, with founder, it is repugnant, why not so long ago we were as crony and baby performing. ``

'' And now I have made an splendid match, '' she said, adding with a degree of sarcasm, `` Everyone says so. ``

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden hair, glinted off her engagement closed chain, shone golden upon her shapely articulatio talocruralis and the curve of her neck opening, he felt inspiration, but she turned towards him once more and the moment was gone.

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall score an excellent vicar 's wife. ``

'' Indeed, '' he agreed, `` A vicar 's daughter become a vicar 's wife, it is, '' he paused seeing her irritation, `` As if ordained by the Jehovah Lord, '' he said pompously.

'' shop steward ! '' she snapped and tured back to the brook with rip welling in her center,

The reprehension stung, had any other maidservant said it it would ingest been as nothing, had it been a retainer girl she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for longer than he could retrieve and her opinion mattered.

'' I suppose we shall meet occasionally ? '' he queried as he struggled to come to terms with the practicalities of Sarah 's forthcoming mrriage.

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's married woman is entirely full of good works and dateless idea numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in anger, `` I could scarce allow the excitement. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the unscathed booking had been somewhat of a shock, his regular sojourn to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would miss her as he would a sister, and the sentiment she was to espouse mad him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, dependable day, '' he said and wheeled his cavalry again and sit home, his thoughts greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the dust of the road from his face and mitt, toyed with his writing and finally dressed for dinner party and came down to dine.

'' Oh, what form of honour is this ? `` his father asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in honour of misfire Haverthorpe ? ``

'' missy Haverthorpe father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, untested Sarah, amount to be plucked, but she will not get until dismal, '' his begetter averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last antecede the pleasure of the Dog and Duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have stage business Father, '' he insisted.

'' Funny job, monkey concern ? '' his father chided.

'' Leave the pitiable boy alone Prince Charles, '' his mother insisted, `` He is 20 One after all. ``

'' Yes, '' his don agreed, `` And with age comes responsibility. ''

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the thing Fatherhood, '' Saint John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be young woman Haverthorpe 's father, it is quite indecent ! ``

'' I had no dealings with the mother I assure you, '' master Caisterdale admitted, `` But in percentage you are mighty. ``

'' Indeed, '' added his mother, `` But you see your sire and I had words. ``

'' And therein you shock and beat me, '' John sneered, `` Had Holy Scripture indeed ? ``

His mother sat bolt vertical, `` And the upshot is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with missy Sarah or indeed any more maiden over. ''

'' It 's my affection son, '' the nobleman said, `` It pains me. ``

'' Oh poor people young lady Haverthorpe, '' can sneered.

'' poor people girl Haverthorpe indeed, '' his female parent insisted, `` Suffering your fumblings instead. ``

'' What ? '' John protested.

'' Why the duty devolves to you, '' she insisted, `` Now perform it honourably ! ``

'' But we played together ! '' john insisted, `` I can not violate her, she is nothing but a child ! ``.

'' Bah humbug, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swellings atop her breast ? '' she asked, `` No you must seize her roughly and claim her, tear away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your obligation Charles. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first usurpation is suffering and the blame for that pain and damage must fall to the Signeur, so that the maiden alignment betwixt hubby and wife might be soft and conciliate and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear a hide ? '' King John asked.

'' master no, not if she 's pure, why half the village, '' his don started to say proudly.

'' Have his eyes, '' his mother added, `` And not just first borns ! ``

lav founder frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his female parent confided, `` But there are limits St. John, there is only so much a woman can take. ``

'' One damned shaver, XX two twelvemonth, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say Grace dear the repast grows low temperature, '' ma'am Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the unproblematic bitch meal before them.

'' From what we are about to meet may god preserve us, '' he uttered blasphemously and they started to eat.

'' Excellent Beef Charles I, one of ours ? '' his female parent exclaimed.

His father put down his fork, `` For you see whoremaster if you rouse the chick gently, kiss her, finger her teats, feel her womanhood gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and open gently and ease and tease the maidenhead asunder the bird will pine for you, even years after she will see her man as bit best and you as her one admittedly devotee, so be bestial to be kind John. ``

'' He has all sorts of straps and contrivances and whips you my use, he even has pedigree to train the bird 's ankles and wrists all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Carolus ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A life ingathering effectual in every circumstance. ``

'' Apart from last fourth dimension ? '' she added.

'' She was fat as a pig ! '' he protested.

'' She lost her maidenhead to a chairman leg privy, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times worse, your mother did the poking, '' trick 's father insisted, `` No John, tis your obligation now. ``

'' What, enthrall Sarah ? '' he asked thoughtfully, `` But we are like Brother and babe. ``

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her comrade now, '' John 's father insisted, `` Such infantile ways must be set aside, she 's not been a nestling these two days, look at her thorax, those crimson sassing, the fortunate ringlets, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

John the Evangelist thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a char without his observation, it made sensory faculty now, he must do his tariff, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her saki appear to be cruel and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my duty, '' he said nobly.

The repast passed and with the dusk came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the funeral director cart as was the custom.

'' Sarah ! '' John 's mother welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your happy day ! ``

Sarah looked at the story unhappily, `` Indeed it is Lady Caisterdale. ``

whoremaster 's mother replied cheerily, `` cheerfulness up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with bright cheer and only happiness will await you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are show correct, '' Sarah agreed.

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short-circuit meter since you and John played together in this very room, and now he is XX and one and you can not be far off the same.

'' It is indiscreet to ask a gentlewoman her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost twenty and one and as father says an unmarried wench of XX one is a sad, saturnine and dissatisfied one. ``

'' Yes indeed, '' Charles agreed, `` But we have clientele to transact, do you have your robe child ? '' he asked.

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All virginal white awaiting to be sullied by the vivid red ! ``

'' Quite so, '' Charles interjected, `` Sadly my heart is no longer able. ``

'' Oh thank god, I was so terrified ! '' Sarah gasped with evident relief.

'' So bathroom will perforce take on the responsibility, '' he continued.

'' No, not lav, god no ! '' Sarah protested, `` No it can not be ! ``

'' It was not my choice but it is for the skillful, '' privy assured her, `` good for all. ``

'' How can it be best for me ? '' she demanded.

'' Enough, '' privy 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall experience cook bring a scold 's bridle and silence you. Now come with me and I shall shew you the plaza and do what I may to ease the torment. ``

Sarah stared open mouthed but refrained and steadying her nerves she followed John 's mother upstairs.

The second best client bedroom was disposed already, the four position bed freshly aired with fresh virginal Andrew Dickson White sheets, wine and lemon barley urine were provided and towels and roll of H2O.

A president, a wardrobe a dresser of draftsman, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen taper shone like sun, plenteous rugs carpeted the trading floor and all was as gilded as any tart 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her luck, and on Lady Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the torment with half a decanter of Claret which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her vestal white fracture without demur, she wore no under matter nor corset as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's mother offered her sound advice, `` The affair is Sarah, that outset time can be an torture of the first order and some miss never forgive their husband for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the trauma then it matters not. ''

Sarah thought hard, `` But what if she falls in love with the Almighty ? ``

peeress Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of sepia snag in two with four holes and a hinge pin and clutch with a pad lock to hold it blind drunk, `` Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your wrists and articulatio talocruralis through the fix, nigh efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

'' But john, do you see, he is, he was, my booster ! '' Sarah pleaded, `` Surely, he can not cover me thus ? ``

'' No, to the opposite, '' the honest-to-goodness womanhood insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to stimulate you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating animal he has become and thank your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach.

There was a knocking on the room access, `` It is time, '' John 's mother avered, `` seminal fluid in. ``

'' Ah, father said, '' Saint John explained awkwardly.

'' I shall leave you to it, good night, '' the mother said and she slipped away.

John bolted the door behind him.

'' Good evening, '' he said awkwardly, `` Can I get you anything ? ``

'' No, I am depicted object, just do your duty, '' Sarah said nobly.

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front terrace by the fountain, '' she replied, `` Of course on the bed ! ``

'' Yes, '' he laughed awkwardly.

'' So, '' she probed, `` What are you waiting for ? ``

He stood immobile, `` Yes indeed. ``

'' So disrobe, '' she said, `` And dishonor me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of course, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, rug slippers, socks, singlet, knee breeches and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

'' Shall we extinguish the illuminants ? '' he asked.

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or penetrate shall be with us, disrobe and be done ! ``

'' Ah, '' he said awkwardly, as he hesitated to shed his underthings.

'' Down ! '' she snapped and grabbed his under knee pants which tore as the drawstring was still fastened and the underpart fell to the floor, while the waistband remained, `` Oh ! ``

His appendage hung hobble and unexcited, `` Do I not agitate you ? '' she asked.

'' Er, '' he said, emboldened she grasped his appendage.

'' Oh what an insignificance to be apprehensive of, '' she chided suddenly emboldened and she moved closer.

He went to fight her away, but as his mitt went to her shoulders so he was suddenly mindful of the womanly sheik of her breast and the outline of her teats against the thin white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her shift aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her golden hair aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to reconcile her feminine form with his recollection of her climbing trees and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his shaft as deftly as any whore and as her mounds touched his chest of drawers for the initiative time so he began to become aroused.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as he held her tightly, `` delight ! ``

His appendage reared against her, `` On the bed, '' he said urgently.

She led him by the hand and flung back the bed clothes, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a silken belt around her waist and easing his knee joint inside hers thus spreading her thigh he went to mount her.

His fingerbreadth sought her indulgent moist cavern but found only clenched muscles.

'' dishonour me ! '' she cried.

'' I can not, you are not ready, '' he said apologetically.

'' Ravish me, this is not be intimate, outrage me ! '' she insisted.

'' No, it is impossible, '' he insisted, `` You must be aroused, let me. ``

He kissed her neck once more and his fingers sought her teats, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his back talk were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her teeth, `` Oh. ``

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another sporting lady after all, his fears that he might be inadequate to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blond strumpet after all, he knew she would shew moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the closeness afforded.

He relished her excitement, her piffling gasp as he squeezed her mamilla, her ineffective attempts to campaign him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the time was ripe.

His digit moved to the flaccid down covering her frown belly, trailing slowly down between her peg to where he felt dampness, he explored and there for the first time he found the moist spot which eased into a hole and then a slot for one two and then three fingers. He inserted a pollex, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to lucubrate the cleft, the force made his finger aching but moistness increased a hundred fold and his pollex slipped ever cryptic until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his coxa to straddle her and gently eased his knees between her second joint parting them and spreading her knees wide, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his humanity he gently pressed it against the pink fogginess of the folds of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the mavin of flesh on flesh, his whole humanness tingled as it eased relentlessly into the fuddled effeminacy engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of ace coursing through his bare member, magnify twice or a thousand prison term by the absence of the thick propylactic case he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increased resistance, he thrust with his hips, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his globe against her shape and his member nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his frame entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sense datum overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his brain and he saw all the pleasure of wedlock as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in St. John 's bid kisses, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in equal measure and with her increasing her excitement so the phone number of finger increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular thumb was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own voice ? and then his manhood, warm and muscular easing within her orphic situation which she had barely explored for fright of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief twinkling of pain, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her marrow soared, and most of all the sensations she had been assured were agony were nada but X as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his fingers caressing her teats driving her natural state and finally as she feared the fires of passion would engulf her he quenched the fervor with a torrent of love.

For John it was a final kiss, a tweaked teat to wee her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a inundation of come pumping and coursing through his body to oversupply hers. A inundation unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the moment stopping point as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing surges until it stilled.

'' Tis done, '' he said as they stilled and he came to pillow lying upon her.

She pushed him away and wriggled free of his embracing as his manhood shrank.

'' You were to ravish me, '' she protested, as she slipped from the bed, `` But instead you used me for a lover. ``

'' I eased you, to keep open you the injury, '' he insisted.

'' You made love to me, it is inexcusable, '' she protested as she grasped a cloth and wiped away the moisture from her innards..

'' You aroused me, '' he challenged, `` Did I make you bleed ? ``

'' A picayune, '' she said, `` I am completely ruined. ``

'' Then the next meter should be a sodding pleasure, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely behave it, '' she said and she rearranged her shift, pulled on her cloak and place and went to will him.

'' Are we still friends ? '' he asked.

'' booster, no, I believe I hate you, '' she said quietly, `` You abused me, undecomposed night. ``

He lay back as the door closed, watching the candles guttering in the sudden draft as he listened to her stride receding as she went down the stairs.

He wanted her again already, but he was sure it would soon pass.

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' lav 's mother, peeress Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah agreed, `` I can assure you that I am completely ruined, quite impure, destroyed, distraught. ``

'' Was it horrendous ? '' she asked.

'' No, no, not at all, it was docile, tender, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you miserable girlfriend, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your innocence no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's eyes moistened, `` But it will resolve itself this even when you are alone with your beloved. ''

Sarah sobbed suddenly, `` I suppose. '' she replied.

'' But why the hurriedness to start, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is soft and warm, shall you not outride ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here safety and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, lav, come down here this instant. ``

'' No ! '' she gasped, but King John was upon them, struggling with his breeches as he ran.

'' john, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, contain her back to bed and violate her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the utmost consideration ! '' John insisted.

'' You treated her like a whore, made sexual love to her when you should take ravished her, so take her to bed this instant, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

'' Yes mother, '' he agreed in confusion.

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head in her script in discombobulation, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

'' If you do not like it then I shall not, '' he agreed.

Lady Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now enthral and misuse the girl, do not seduce her, use the simplicity, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

Sarah turned and turned again but there was no dodging so she retraced her measure, the bed awaited, still lightly stained with red and she lay upon it.

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint trick, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany restraint from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her finger shook as she removed her cloak and shift and she lay naked upon the counterpaine.

'' Ravish her then, '' noblewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` hold back her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all transport her John the Divine. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' face at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teats are swollen, her woman glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her love you ! ``

'' So what shall I do ? '' he asked.

'' Use her like a cyprian while you may, honest night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

Sarah went to dissent but John was upon her, desire overcoming sensory faculty and with his rear of tube discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her mounds against her chest of drawers and in a second he felt her helping hand on his humanness guiding it unerringly into her warm moist slot.

He kissed her tenderly, `` No you dun me ! '' she protested but her consistency craved his seed and she squirmed beneath him tormenting him in her turn.

He saw the heaven again, the holy person Panax quinquefolius and his cum pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke side by side morning, `` John, you must get dressed, it is schoolmarm Havethorpe 's marriage. ``

He had no desire what ever to take care. It troubled him that Sarah had succumbed so willingly, that his childhood friend whom he had never even though to buss had proved such a wanton whore.

He dressed and took a late breakfast and joined Lord and Lady Caisterdale in their Carriage to arrive as was the custom a moment before the Wedding was to commence, barely a minute before the St. Brigid herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast staid individual, standing in a case of Black person cut in a mode not seen for twenty years which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

trick sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many times he had bidden her well day and departed for the town to sample a whore, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe marriage he would indeed essay Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

John barely registered the overhaul, `` Do you take this man for your lawful wedded husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

'' No, '' she said, `` I can not, I have a fan. ``

'' Come child, that was the Divine taking your pureness, it was nothing, '' the reverend insisted.

'' Gone, your purity gone ! '' Countisbury queried.

'' Just the overlord of the manor house 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An older man sir. ``

'' It was lav, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was Adam sir, I am done for, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not splice you any more than than you can get hitched with me. ``

'' No ! `` Countisbury cried, `` It can not be, it is intolerable ! '' and he stood up from the Lord's table rail.

'' trick ? '' the reverend demanded, `` You consorted with toilet ? ``

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' Intolerable, you sought to cause me marry an impure chick, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish you good day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

The reverend looked on in horror as Countisbury walked away, then he turned to Sarah and declared.

'' You whore, you are no girl of mine, get thee hence from the house of the lord ! '' the clergyman cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing white wedding nightdress rustling against the pew as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a shame, '' Lord Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to marry your daughter to such an insufferable dullard. ``

'' You sir are the disgrace with your evil praxis, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the reverend challenged.

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such demand, it was your alternative sir ! ``

'' How dare you, '' the man of the cloth demanded, `` My girl is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not bear to see her, who will contract her ? ``

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' noblewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` John will fill her for now, she will stimulate an admirable bed mate, why a girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Jacques Charles let us subside the fry into her new place. ``

Sarah stood disconsolately outside the church as Jehovah and Lady Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to suit my son 's mistress Sarah, '' Lady Caisterdale explained.

'' kept woman, a kept char ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no better than a working girl ! ``

'' Oh my dear, '' dame Caisterdale explained, `` You will bask it I am indisputable, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no pauperism of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall feature days to yourself but the nights shall be Johns. ``

'' I was to be married, and a Vicar 's wife but now I am to be a kept cleaning lady ? '' Sarah asked, `` I should rather be a nun. ``

'' Too late my beloved, '' Lady Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish prurience too often, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with John you have the ripe of it. ``

'' sacrifice us a lusty son and I 'll let you marry the gadfly, '' nobleman Caisterdale added.

'' Do I not give birth a say in this ? '' lavatory asked.

'' No ! '' came the response from both parents as one.

Sarah had no former choices so with great reluctance she climbed into the posture and they made rush to the manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding garb to fall apart and so she borrowed a handmaiden 's smock from Mrs franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the rectory and in due trend the menage assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall run up a list of duties for you child, '' Lady Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should know her office, '' ma'am Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servant, each cockcrow you help me habilitate and each evening undress and are usable to answer Charles or John as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

'' No, '' trick insisted, `` I want Sarah for myself. ``

'' Well you ca n't, '' Lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not twenty one yet. ``

'' Then I shall marry her at common law ! '' John Lackland insisted.

'' Hold on can, tis a big step ! '' his father insisted.

'' No, my mind is made up, '' toilet insisted, `` call up the parish merging father, I wish to claim Sarah as my Brigid ! ``

'' Directly, '' Lord Caisterdale agreed, `` Tomorrow at Six ! ''