Clarissa, captain married woman, doer 's whore pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the superior general strike of 1926.


I stood idly on the skunk strewn platform with the blustery breaking wind ruffling my thin summer wooing, as it rattled the locked waiting elbow room threshold and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected station garden and I watched the little string which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided valley as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to break up me up in the bun Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station home across the route wearing shirt and couple where once he stood resplendent in dismal serge and gold braid as he waved away the London power train but today multiplication were severely, the station was now but a halt and he eked out an beingness opening and closing the level crossing logic gate for the occasional one passenger car Railmotor or rare geartrain of coal Charles's Wain from nearby colliery.

'' Bit blustery Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he shouted, `` You could wait in by here sir if you was minded to. ``

'' No, I thank you, Mr Cardle, '' I said, `` My man is informed. ``

'' Very good sir, '' he said.

drape twitched upstairs, mollie, Cardle 's eldest looked out, poor people mollie, such a sweet girlfriend when I knew her, brisk plucked and working at mill when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flat on her back all the minute of the day and night to put a incrustation in her brother and sisters rima oris. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the buck what she earned in gaud on her back but the ecumenical work stoppage killed our valley, our steam mills lay loose and when the mines reopened our trade was gone and the miners stayed home and drink in away their difficulty while their married woman went to form the streets of Leeds of an evening, coming rest home on the midnight train the fancy woman 's express instead of working our looms.

But that was not my trouble, not any more, I had reached the end of my lead, had given up the unequal struggle and sold my shares in the family business firm to group of London businessman, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a ten percent of what they were once worth and I now waited to look Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed darling, so refined, elegant, charming but cold, icily cold, cold, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't love me and neither did I screw her, and while I spent William Ashley Sunday night through Saturday break of the day working in Leeds or Greater London, going down on sleeping car train of a Sunday and back of a Saturday on the Pullman so it was just the Saturday night when we lay lovelessly back to back in our loveless bed.

She was always so, she had a substantial dowry, we needed the money, her Padre believed she was a flimsy person unsuited to a full marriage and thus from bit of suitors he chose me for her married man as he believed I was a sodomite, Creator knows why, there was hardly a pulverisation girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the post as a lad, back before my father gave up the struggle and passed on and so propelled me into trying to keep his crumbling line of work Empire afloat and give men who as youths had fought in the Great War a prospect to feed their family unit despite the strikes and economic slump,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't care living in a four bed star sign in Leeds with only a Captain James Cook and two servants then she could bedamn well connect the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dower of a hundred thousand lb was gone, just one home that was all we owned, a fortnight was all we had to lift the gothic freak of Barnestone G. Stanley Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the Charles William Post office to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would send Logos for Brabbinger to pile up me, yet five minutes I had been waiting and there was no bun nor anything to be seen.

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as Molly waved at me from the up the stairs window.

'' Yes thank you Mr Cardle and it 's Hardacre, Hard acre, '' I said.

'' Very salutary Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly cast my hat on the floor and stamped upon it I was so frustrated, damnit if molly 's little sister had been abroad surely I should try her without a moment thought, but Molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more tighten up my appendage to sample her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall take the air, '' I said icily, `` respectable day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my patent leather shoe 's sol I set to walk through the village and up to the dormitory one shoemaker's last time.

The serried rows of home looked unaccustomedly clean, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of grass and their dusting of weed dust now the pulverisation had fallen mum and the ember mine worked only one tool on one shift and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried membership of workess men queued outside the mineworker 's weaponry waiting for Ted Harrods the Landlord to unfold up, each in their uncontaminating freshly laundered White River shirts, iniquity trousers and compressed pileus, a uniform dress if ever there was one, jobless lads, lads thrown on the scrap heap, spending the kiddies charity money on ale, what a waste.

I walked on, I knew center were upon me, I expect they was wondering why I was about, I had a position do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried rank and file of home, some beside the roadway with null but plenty space for a push bicycle for a course but some with steep front gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the canal, some like xx six and eight with the chamber level with the road it so infuse was the rise.

There was a picayune Morris car, outside figure twenty eight I fancied, all in black, like our estate run about, tough topped, and four butt not two and a dicky like the old 1, it took my eye, debt aggregator no dubiousness, I thought, yet there were drape at the windowpane of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was numeral XX eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came manifest that the number one wood 's seat was occupied though with facing away from me the car hid him except his arm which was upon the window ledge.

All I had to do was call back the routine of the estate car and I should let behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and bounce upon the rogue as if he were a debt collector or debt collectors man.

'' country your business ! '' I said.

'' Whup, '' the rogue said, a familiar spirit rogue indeed.

'' Brabbinger, '' I gasped, `` What is the meaning of this ? ``

'' Ah, oh, ee, '' he said using every vowel but making no sense at all, `` Tis the missis. '' he said.

'' What missus, have you married surreptitiously, '' I asked.

'' Ah, no, I, '' he blustered.

'' So, ingest me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung round to the early side and squeezed through the threshold to bring together him in the cramped DoI, `` Drive man ! '' I ordered my sense of humor now moving from contraband to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left parole, '' I said, `` Two 15 from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the London and compass north Eastern railway line can get here in under the round hour from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missus sir, '' he said, his tunic undone and his dog collar and hatless he looked a complete slop - about and a disgrace.

'' Just drive hoot you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self starter and it just flat coat uselessly.

'' Wind it man, '' I said, `` Use the handle. ``

He honked the horn, I though it most odd, and he stared anxiously at identification number twenty dollar bill eight.

'' What exactly is the problem ? '' I asked, `` What is this ? '' I added as a man buttoning his shirt opened the door and another was there behind him.

'' I say, '' I said straightening, `` You there ! '' and he slammed the door.

'' The missus, '' Brabbinger explained.

'' It 's a infernal bordello ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a damned brothel in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the situation was too much, it might be but two weeks more that we owned the row of family but a brothel !

I threw the gate wide and I stormed down the clinker path, between neatly tended Mary Jane, and banged the door, `` open up ! '' I ordered, `` open up for your domain Lord 's inspection ! ``

A charwoman squealed, a man chided her, `` What ? '' a fellow asked as he opened the door, `` Well if it ai n't the man ! '' he said sarcastically.

'' I am the acres noble, '' I reminded him, `` Mr Weighton, is it not, '' I said recognising the fellow.

'' It 's bail bond ! '' he said, `` Jimmy Bond ! ``

'' Right, '' I said, `` rightfulness, oh yes, I know you, '' I agreed.

'' You know my missus, '' he said, `` And me sister, '' he said.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` Yes of course. ``

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` One and tuppence you paid you bastard ! ``

'' Look, it was a average damage, '' I explained.

'' carnival, yes funfair, '' he agreed, `` You know my wife, well I knows yours ! ``

'' Everyone knows Clarissa, '' I said uncomprehendingly.

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` And not just me Mr 'Ardhaker sir, 'alf the bloody bloke in village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you hear that sir, that 's Wally Bulstrode up there right now poking her Mr 'Ardhaker sir ! ``

'' What are you blethering about man ? '' I demanded.

'' You 're a cuckold sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your pardon Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like Jimmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she jemmy ''

'' Upstairs now, you hear that Mr 'Ardhaker sir, that 's your missis being poked that is sir ! '' he leered.

'' I 'll make out with you presently ! '' I stormed, `` Let me past ! ``

They stood aside and I ascended the mean, constringe, bare boarded stairway, a oaf lounged at the top, `` Two Somalian shilling for a fine gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the impact of my right fist on his jaw raised his skull a wide-cut six in and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the threshold, twisted the knob left and right but it was locked so I put my shoulder joint to it and my entrance was in a shower of matchwood, two cuss stood beside the bed, their rough workman overalls loosen and hanging about their knees and their outgrowth rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted whore who lay in her Edward D. White underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an iron bed frame.

A slim treat elegant whore, her graceful ramification wrapped around the coarse familiar with a hairy ass that would have been the pridefulness of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his penis slammed into and squelched out of her.

A golden haired whore, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my disbursement as evidenced by the ivory combing that was my female parent 's and her silver medal ear rings, a natal day present tense from myself.

'' Clarissa ! '' I wailed, `` What is the meaning of this ! ``

She jerked her principal forward as Bulstrode, for it was he that was ploughing her, had his psyche go down and they impacted with a clop, `` Ohhh ! '' she wailed, `` trick ? ``

'' You bust jimmy 's doorway Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more stupid of the two oaf as they stood rearing and defenseless still.

'' John, oh god John, but you 're not due until Sabbatum ! '' Clarissa protested,

'' No dearest, '' I said, `` I 'm for certain there is an excellent and completely sensible explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling doings ! '' She looked dismay, `` In your own metre, drive your pleasure first my honey. '' I said patronisingly.

'' We thought, begging your pardon sir, that you would be more upset sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his berm as he continued to stab her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no plowshare and share alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rusty fishplate I 'll be surely the dogs and skunk each have fair shares of your gizzards ! ``

He leapt from her with smartness leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her breasts aroused but though perfectly formed sadly deficient in book and her twat as the mutual workman have it, gaping the lips slightly overt, well used, glistening with her juice and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

Bulstrode grabbed for his coat missed his footing and fell sideways taking one of the oafs with him and they crashed into a corner of the sparsely render way entwined together like a pair of poofters.

'' Are you give up Clarissa, have you fourth dimension to excuse your demeanour before you fornicate again ? '' I asked, `` You whore ! ``

'' You never come abode early, '' she protested.

'' And that 's you excuse ? '' I asked, `` That I never come home, then my excuse, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her hand, `` get ! '' I demanded, and pulled her up to a sitting position.

'' I, ca n't, '' she protested.

'' Yes you can my darling, '' I said, `` total with me ! '' and I pulled until she was bend painfully double and she had to slide around to get her feet to the side of the bed or I would induce dragged her head first to the floor.

'' John ! '' she wailed, `` halt, I am not nice. '' she protested, `` I need Harry ! '' she insisted.

'' Who the blue blazes is Harry ? '' I asked.

'' My prophylactic, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a rubber safe off his penis, a genuine fleshy obligation recyclable cautionary like the lads would have used in the peachy war.

'' Oh, I 'll buy you a box of new ones, '' I agreed.

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under teddy which was open down the front revealing her breast and sex she was entirely and deliciously bare, `` John No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the elbow room and onto the stair, I almost sent her reeling with a articulatio genus in the small of her rear but at the last mo I forced her hand up her back instead.

'' John for pathos sake ! '' she wailed, `` I am all but naked ! ``

'' Oh yes ! '' I agreed and I just ripped the shift away completely, `` Now you 're naked, as befits a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she wailed and as the men looked on I dragged her raw and shivering from the house.

'' tone, '' I said, `` Not one person lifts a finger's breadth to help you, is that not truly amazing ? ``

'' Please my brake shoe ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with goose egg, you 're to be a working girl, whore 's ca n't give horseshoe, you 're going to be a barefoot fancy woman so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a bonce do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to primp, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her gilt hair cascading to her blench ping shoulders and her free arm trying inadequately to cover her boob and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the cinder path towards the mineral pitch road.

Men watched from upstairs as they dressed and those from downstairs as they waited their turn, knowing now their turn of events was denied, their free adultery denied for this afternoon at the very least.

Brabbinger watched us approach and opened the car doorway for her, but I pushed her past the short Robert Morris and on up the route, as a gaggle of Lester Willis Young men filed from the home and were following us at a reverential distance.

'' John No ! '' Clarissa wailed as the harsh road cut her feet but all she achieved was more faces staring from the roadside houses.

girl Farmington was walking towards us, a spinster of some lx years, dedicated to her mother and the church dowdily dressed and untouched by man she admonished me saying `` Mr Hardacre, you should be ashamed of yourself ! ``

'' I, '' I said, `` Have nothing to be ashamed of, she is the whore, fornicating with all comer ! ''

'' He has gone entirely insane Miss Farmington, '' Clarissa insisted.

'' No, I 've seen the Light Within, at last ! '' I countered and I stormed along walking so briskly that Clarissa had to half run to hold on with me.

The houses soon ended and the thought of the valley over the allotment gardens and the epithelial duct beyond opened and deprived of the protection the firm provided the gusting wind seemed ever stronger as the route climbed steadily up the valley side of meat, a few rainfall drop spattered the road and in the distance a gear was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the crossing gates for all to see but we had gone the wrong way but by then the sign of the zodiac were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My feet, '' she protested, `` My poor people human foot ! ``

'' Do n't worry, '' I said, `` I 'll ascertain you a courteous cheap back alley to lay on your spine in, '' I said, `` You little whore ! ``

'' But they hurt John ! '' she said.

Brabbinger was following in the footling Esther Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` Fetch the bowl. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to labour Clarissa with a manus forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the houses began to bury from sight over the refreshed horizon.

'' I sold the ship's company, '' I told her.

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone colliery, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The Hall. '' I explained, `` I came base to tell you. ``

'' Sold, is there anything left, after debts I mean, '' she asked earnestly.

'' nil much, a house in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so worried ! '' she said.

'' Yes, it looks like it ! '' I agreed.

'' I thought you might, you know, like Duffy Harrington. '' she said.

'' Top myself ! '' I snorted, `` No ! '' we had stopped now, I let her sit on the grass verge to massage her human foot and then the rain started.

'' There 's a barn, '' she said pointing, `` We could shelter. ''

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my subdivision, suddenly mindful of her sex, for the smell of sex pervaded her and my appendage stirred as I carried her to the old stone barn. I fiddled with the door catch but she knew how the old threshold opened with a wire and then we were inside.

I set her down on a wheat bale.

'' No John do n't, '' she said.

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't force me, please, I 'll go, I 'll bide with aunt Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a cheap lady of pleasure, a cent a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, Jack London docks. ``

'' No, it will smash you, '' she said awkwardly, `` If word got around, you can not ! ``.

'' Leeds then, I shall publicize your services and convert the basement into a dungeon. '' I explained and my quarter round was between her legs probing.

'' Go on, '' she said, `` I 'm listening. ``

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually excited !, all those bloody long time using jelly and lord knows what so we might conjoin and you 're excited. ''

'' I ca n't help it ! '' she admitted.

'' Of course you can, show up some decorum ! '' I ordered.

'' And you, you 're excited too ! '' she said and she reached out and rubbed the bump in my lightweight trousers.

'' Clarissa, '' I protested, but she was undoing the buttons on my fly and then my rap, I should let protested and stopped her but then my trousers were down and she bent her nous and took the tip of my tool into her mouth.

I pulled away, `` No downstairs ! '' I said.

'' No, I do n't have Harry, '' she said, her damned prophylactic.

'' You are my wife, '' I reminded her, `` So behave like one ! '' and I forced her human knee apart forcefully and pushed her onto her spine as she lay on the drinking straw and guided my humanity within her.

'' can ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as outrage as I that our union was so tardily so bland, so natural.

'' Whore, '' I chided, `` Milk River me, puzzle out your muscles and milk me you whore. ``

'' You will sequester wo n't you ? '' she asked, `` I need my Harry. ``

'' Why ? '' I asked, `` When you can be a barefoot whore with a child in tow.

'' Your youngster, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her muscles rippled.

'' full point that, '' I ordered.

'' No, '' she replied, `` I sha n't, '' she insisted, `` Do your responsibility ! ``

'' Very well, '' I said, `` Then I shall use you like a woman of the street ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't give birth a, '' I said but the conversant rush had started, my balls churned and my cum boiled from me.

'' Ohhhhh, '' she gasped, `` That 's so good, do it, do it now, OOohhhhhhh ! '' she wailed and I started to cum.

She gasped and as I pumped her full of my succus she held me tightly

'' Oh, '' she said, `` I forgot, you had no Harry, I did n't signify it to happen ! ``

'' It matters not to me, '' I admitted, `` Whether you 're filled or unfilled, I care zero for you, nix ! ``

'' But, oh my, surely, surely that meant something to you ? '' she asked

'' Nothing, but I am grown soft, breastfeed me, '' I ordered, `` It meant aught to me, you 're a cocotte so earn your tuppence and lactate me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' Suck my appendage, suck it hard. '' I proposed.

'' It 's slimy and gungy, '' she protested lemely.

'' British capital tart do n't object, '' I said, `` So sucking ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her hair and forced her head into my crotch.

'' Please, do n't tear my tomentum out ! '' she protested and she took my penis and began to work out the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your cover, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the world-class fourth dimension so make yourself comfortable because this could take some time. ``

'' Yes sir, '' she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, `` Can I feel your manly chest sir ? '' she asked as she played the whore now.

'' Of course you may my dear, '' I agreed, as I aimed my appendage at her sopping wet vagina, and pressed myself firmly upon her, `` There 's an extra threepence for you if your very, very gracious to me. ``

'' Oh, thank you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulders and then with her hands upon my book binding she held me to her.

The unaccustomed simpleness with which I ploughed her, the tone of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the dilute London Rubber companionship sleeves I habitually used spoiled my delight to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven.

'' What 's you nominate girl ? '' I asked her.

She looked throw, and then understood `` Lola sir, '' she said, `` I call myself Lola. ``

'' I shall ask for you particularly, '' I said, `` When I have need of a lady of pleasure. ``

'' I thank you sir ! '' she agreed, and then asked, `` Can you fetch up sir, please, my back is breaking. ``

I looked her in the eye and took the coxcomb from her hair's-breadth and threw it in a corner, and the ear rings, gently I extracted them and throw away them away.

'' I shall disjoint you, and you shall be Lola my whore, '' I said firmly.

'' But John ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life-time of a fancy woman then possess one, cooking cleaning and children for your day and on your back of an eventide, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

'' And my champion, '' I said, `` What say you ? ``

'' Yes, '' she said, `` Shall I live in Leeds with you ? ``

'' Indeed for cipher else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my safety device slick and the present moment of ecstasy was upon me and my source boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a moment and then I withdrew, took my jacket and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a handkerchief I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear ring and was looking for the comb, `` allow it ! '' I ordered, `` occur ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my weaponry clear up of the background, `` I 'll carry you, '' I said and with a hired hand on her bare buns I carried her to the route and turning to the left carried her binding to the horrid gothic Barnestone Manor.

'' Oh my Divine, '' Mrs Bridges my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, `` What happened ? ``

'' I found this whore fornicating in the Village, have her washed and recover her a smock would you. '' I asked.

'' But gentlewoman ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

'' Enough, '' I said, `` Do as say we can not induce naked whores upstairs. '' and I left them.

The Brandy bottle in my subject area was vacate, I threw it against the wall in frustration and watched the John Brown shards glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the telephone set exchange would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the curlicue, I realised I had left my remaining my paper case at the brothel theatre, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen range as Mrs bridgework bathed her.

'' I have business in the small town, '' I explained.

'' John please, do n't do anything foolish ! '' Clarissa warned.

'' As if you care ! '' I said, `` Whore ! ``

The Robert Morris car was there still, I went to set about it but the bombardment was dead and I had no breadbasket for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my newspaper publisher vitrine which Brabbinger had saved for me.

congregation yet disloyal Brabbinger, had he enjoyed Clarissa I wondered, his stinking fat pot belly crushing her slim form to the filthy stained mattress as he ploughed her.

I knew he undoubtedly had and then I saw the Rolls approach, `` I could n't see you sir. '' he apologised.

'' Did you pound my wife ? '' I demanded, `` Or were you just my wife 's pimp ! ``

'' Chauffeur sir, zippo more sir, nothing less sir, Chauffeur sir. '' he said firmly, and probably insincerely.

'' Take me to the colliery, '' I ordered.

'' It 's tea time sir, '' he said.

'' Damn it, I 'll drive ! '' I said though I had n't driven for yr and flung his door wide.

He stepped down, `` As you wish sir. '' he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an estimation of a Kangaroo 's pace a series of off-white jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the throttle and the clutch pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside figure twenty eight, I swung the Rolls to a check, `` Have a good laughter at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the former side of your heads come next month, '' I added, `` colliery 's sold, grind 's sold and land 's sold, you wo n't consume need of a whore, you 'll have motivation of a bed for to kip in ! ``

I punched the self starter and lurched away, grinding to the Colliery to spread the news then onto the Mill.

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the colliery manager said, and he extended a script, `` We appreciate your efforts sir, '' he said, `` No one could have done Thomas More, '' and at the James Mill they were equally unsurprised.

I returned home, Clarissa was nowhere to be seen, but a wide-eyed dinner party was simmering and I ate ravenously.

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a raspberry bush tart.

'' My wife and I shall split up, '' I said, `` Have her things moved to the wild blue yonder room forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not share a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

'' What, tonight sir ? '' she asked.

'' This night, have that trollop Lola help you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my plate away and retired to the discipline, then as Night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the pit brass band playing but it was an head game, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the musical instrument back to languish idle in the foreman office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one nurseryman now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the moonlight I returned for my supper.

'' Have warm milk sent up, I shall retire, '' I told Mrs Bridges and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom contiguous though in cold piss, and dressed in my uncomplicated night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, `` cum, '' I said and the door opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simple white shift and carrying a jug of warm milk.

'' Mrs bridgework sent me sir, '' she said, `` Will there be anything else sir begging your amnesty. ``

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The trollop I sampled earlier ? ``

'' Oh yes sir, indeed sir, '' she said mimicking a handmaiden, `` Did I give satisfaction sir. '' she asked.

'' Indeed, but my bed is cold, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled open the cover charge and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, warmly the bed with your warmth ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her shift and lofted it over her head.

'' OOhhh sir ! '' she trilled and her hands were upon my nightshirt lifting and my process released was swelling and, `` Yes, do it ! '' she said her eyes aflame, `` Love me ! ``

I held her and dangle onto the bed, slipping my metrical foot beneath the concealment before pulling the blankets over us and covering her even as she guided me inside her.

I kissed her neck opening, `` St. John the Apostle no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to stigmatize you as my own, '' I said as I left erotic love bites on each other shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her piece raked my back and bum with her digit nails as I took my pleasure as great Andrew Dickson White swarm of ether seemingly engulfed me until at length pounding rushing relief came like the insolence of a mountain waterfall and in the moistness and joy and assuagement as I held her so we slept.

The sun was highschool in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the curtain, `` Come back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

'' But I need to think, '' she said evasively.

'' semen to bed Clarissa, '' I said, `` Please. ``

'' Clarissa, not Lola ? '' she asked.

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will spill the beans, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and gentle yet grueling intrusion that make my whole being cry out with delight, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I toilet, Clarissa and Lola are one and the Lapplander, it is you, from where did your passion come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of son hitherto while I remain undiminished. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase whores, I admit, but gentlewoman, daughter, never boys, never sodomy, how can you think that of me ? ``

'' So how can you spurn me, '' she asked, `` A perfunctory pairing of a Sat, it can not be sufficient. ''

'' And fill-in, you seek it now ? '' I asked.

'' No I am quite sated, '' she said, `` Do you ? ``

'' I do, '' I said.

'' Then dishonour me sir, I can not resist, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

'' I shall do my duty, '' she replied,

'' And for threepence will you pretend to love me Lola ? '' I asked.

'' If you promise to wrap me in silk and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god John, just take me, contain me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your duty sir, you have need of an heir ! ``

I took hold of her by the articulatio humeri and eased her down the bed until I could cover her, my parts slid within her function and our matrimony was perfect and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every exclamation of love.

And then we lay sated, `` Lola, '' I whispered, `` Fetch my wife Camilla. ``

'' Yes sir, she said, certainly sir. '' she said and when she returned she was dressed in her own retentive white nightgown.

'' Sit down, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` I wo n't change you know, I have cravings, '' she explained.

'' rooster ? '' I asked, she nodded.

'' Cock, '' she agreed, `` It builds up, you know ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` But not all the time ? ``

'' It builds up, '' she said again.

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a woman, every night, '' I looked into her middle, she looked interested.

'' A woman ? '' she said, `` I thought ? ``

'' lady of pleasure, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never have an intimacy and. '' I thought before I said, `` Humiliate you. ``

'' While I have had all the men in the village very nearly and cuckolded and humiliated you, is that what you are saying ? '' she asked.

'' If you say so, '' I agreed.

'' It 's only occasionally, not every night, '' she said, `` But, well, there were quite a lot of them. ``

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

'' Yes, twenty-four hours mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always careful. ``

'' I should thrash you, but to be funfair it 's a huge alleviation, `` I said. `` I did n't cognise how to differentiate you we are ruined but it does n't seem so important now. ``

'' And you 'll give up the cyprian now ? '' she asked.

'' When you are useable to me, '' I said, `` And you, the workmen ? ``

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` Satisfy me now John, I demand satisfaction. ``

'' You little strumpet, '' I declared, and I took her by the shoulders and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .