Merrie England, in the 17th century ...

The sun twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old Lucy Stone bridge beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in tincture unmindful to the scenery, staring unseeing into the distance, Quran in hand but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the get at track, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one last day of freedom ? '' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up, John, noble Caisterdale 's son, her childhood friend looked down upon her from his chestnut tree stallion.

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

He looked down seeing the young girl of his childhood rather than the Whitney Moore Young Jr. charwoman in the full bloom of life-time which she had become

'' A desirable fellow, indeed a favourable fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' John Lackland chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the tone one could wish for in an arch Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full-of-the-moon fountainhead she would never succumb to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the hymen of all the maiden over of the parish belonged to the Maker 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 custom. ``

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

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

'' But you do n't interpret, '' he said hopelessly, `` Father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to warn of the populace of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a world away from Caisterdale where chick cavorted wantonly for cent, a existence into which in a few raging moment his own male parent would propel her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand fully well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the first gear Born of the village have your Father-God 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right hand, and if the humble servant daughter must yield then so must I. ``

He wanted to look into her eyes, to see her soul but she stared through her Book and into a humans far beyond.

'' I shall not let it ! '' can announced, `` Not you, with father, it is abhorrent, why not so long ago we were as brother and Sister acting. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden hair, glinted off her involution ring, shone favourable upon her shapely ankle and the curve of her neck opening, he felt stirrings, but she turned towards him once more and the moment was gone.

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

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

'' steward ! '' she snapped and tured back to the brook with tears welling in her eyes,

The reprimand stung, had any other amah said it it would have been as nothing, had it been a servant fille she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for foresighted than he could recollect and her opinion mattered.

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

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

He knew not what to do or say, the unscathed engagement had been somewhat of a jounce, his habitue visits to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her courting with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would leave out her as he would a sister, and the mentation she was to wed disquieted him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, good day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and tantalize home, his cerebration greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the detritus of the road from his facial expression and paw, toyed with his authorship and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

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

'' missy Haverthorpe beginner ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not arrive until dark, '' his male parent averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last forewent the delights of the Dog and Duck to dine with us, ''

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

'' Funny business concern, rapscallion business ? '' his founder chided.

'' Leave the poor people boy alone Charles Stuart, '' his mother insisted, `` He is Twenty One after all. ``

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the affair father, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe 's father, it is quite indecent ! ``

'' I had no carnal knowledge with the mother I assure you, '' Divine Caisterdale admitted, `` But in contribution you are right. ``

'' Indeed, '' added his female parent, `` But you see your father and I had dustup. ``

'' And therein you daze and pose me, '' John sneered, `` Had Holy Scripture indeed ? ``

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

'' It 's my heart son, '' the Lord said, `` It pains me. ``

'' Oh piteous misfire Haverthorpe, '' trick sneered.

'' Poor Miss Haverthorpe indeed, '' his mother 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 ravish her, she is naught but a tyke ! ``.

'' Bah put-on, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the puffiness atop her chest ? '' she asked, `` No you must impound her roughly and claim her, bust away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your obligation Charles Stuart. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first intrusion is torment and the blame for that pain and hurt must fall to the Signeur, so that the first conjunction betwixt husband and married woman might be soft and gentle and rapturous do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear out a tegument ? '' lavatory asked.

'' nobleman no, not if she 's pure, why half the village, '' his founding father started to say proudly.

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

Johns father frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are limits John, there is only so much a woman can take. ``

'' One damned child, twenty two old age, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say free grace dear the repast grows frigidity, '' dame Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple beef meal before them.

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

'' Excellent Beef Charles, one of ours ? '' his mother exclaimed.

His sire put down his branching, `` For you see John if you rouse the dame gently, buss her, finger her mamilla, sense her womanhood gently, probe it, give up it to ripen and open gently and ease and beleaguer the maidenhead asunder the wench will languish for you, even years after she will see her man as back best and you as her one true fan, so be brutal to be variety John. ``

'' He has all sorts of strap and lash-up and lash you my use, he even has stocks to lease the wench 's ankle joint and carpus all in a row, '' the female parent explained, `` That way she can not defy. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Charles I ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifespan collection efficacious in every setting. ``

'' Apart from last meter ? '' she added.

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

'' She lost her virginal membrane to a chair leg bathroom, how undignified ! '' his female parent declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times worse, your female parent did the poking, '' lav 's Father-God insisted, `` No John, tis your obligation now. ``

'' What, ravish Sarah ? '' he asked thoughtfully, `` But we are like brother and sister. ``

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her pal now, '' John 's father insisted, `` Such childish ways must be set aside, she 's not been a nestling these two twelvemonth, look at her pectus, those ruby-red brim, the favourable lock, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

King John thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a cleaning woman without his bill, it made sense now, he must do his duty, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her interest appear to be fell and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my tariff, '' he said nobly.

The meal passed and with the fall 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 madam Caisterdale. ``

John 's mother replied cheerily, `` Cheer up my honey, tomorrow will click with splendid sun and only felicity will await you will see ! ``

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

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a inadequate time since you and John played together in this very room, and now he is twenty and one and you can not be far off the same.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh thank god, I was so frightened ! '' Sarah gasped with manifest relief.

'' So St. John will perforce take on the duty, '' he continued.

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

'' It was not my alternative but it is for the best, '' John assured her, `` Best for all. ``

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

'' Enough, '' John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall have James Cook bring a scolder 's bridle and quiet you. Now come with me and I shall present you the plaza and do what I may to facilitate the anguish. ``

Sarah stared candid mouthed but refrained and steadying her nerves she followed Saint John 's female parent upstairs.

The second best guest chamber was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with impertinent pure whitened sheets, wine and lemon barleycorn water were provided and towels and bowl of water supply.

A president, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen taper shone like sunlight, fat carpeting carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her portion, and on madam Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the torture with half a carafe of claret which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine-coloured she disrobed to her virginal white shift without demur, she wore no under things nor corsets as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's mother offered her go advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that firstly time can be an torture of the first order and some miss never forgive their hubby for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the hurt then it matters not. ''

Sarah thought hard, `` But what if she falls in passion with the overlord ? ``

Lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of reddish brown split up in two with four holes and a flexible joint pin and clasp with a pad lock to hold it rigorous, `` Charles I finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your radiocarpal joint and ankles through the holes, to the highest degree efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering felicitous times.

'' But John, do you see, he is, he was, my friend ! '' Sarah pleaded, `` Surely, he can not care for me thus ? ``

'' No, to the perverse, '' the older woman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to have you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating brute he has become and thank your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach.

There was a bang on the room access, `` It is sentence, '' John 's mother avered, `` Come in. ``

'' Ah, begetter said, '' John explained awkwardly.

'' I shall leave you to it, honest night, '' the female parent said and she slipped away.

john bolted the door behind him.

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

'' No, I am content, just do your obligation, '' Sarah said nobly.

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front bench by the fountain, '' she replied, `` Of form 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 enthrall me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of trend, '' and he set about removing his crownwork, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet carpet slipper, air-sleeve, singlet, breeches and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

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

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or come home 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 breeches which tore as the drawstring was still fastened and the underpart fell to the floor, while the waistband remained, `` Oh ! ``

His extremity hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not excite 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 men went to her shoulders so he was suddenly aware of the womanly fop of her tit and the outline of her teats against the thin blank shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her switching aside and eased it down gently.

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

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to resign her womanly form with his reminiscence of her climbing Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingerbreadth instinctively cupped his egg and caressed his putz as deftly as any woman of the street and as her knoll touched his breast for the first meter so he began to become aroused.

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

His outgrowth 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 duty period so it was naught but a silky belt around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

His finger sought her flaccid moist cavern but found only clenched muscles.

'' Ravish me ! '' she cried.

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

'' Ravish me, this is not love, ravish me ! '' she insisted.

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

He kissed her neck opening once more and his fingers sought her teat, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his lips were upon hers now, his natural language ran along her tooth, `` Oh. ``

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another whore after all, his reverence that he might be inadequate to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would bear witness moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the intimacy afforded.

He relished her exhilaration, her lilliputian gasp as he squeezed her mammilla, her ineffective endeavour to crusade him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the metre was ripe.

His finger's breadth moved to the soft down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the first gear time he found the moist situation which eased into a hole and then a time slot for one two and then three digit. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her font in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the crevice, the military group made his thumb ache but moistness increased a hundred folding and his thumb slipped ever cryptic until it was inadequate to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his pelvis to straddle her and gently eased his articulatio genus between her thighs parting them and spreading her knees extensive, he eased his finger's breadth within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the knock sissiness of the folds of her sex before sure of her readiness he slid his bare appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sentiency of anatomy on physical body, his whole humanity tingled as it eased relentlessly into the tight indistinctness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of wiz coursing through his bare phallus, amplified twice or a thousand times by the absence of the thickly propylactic sheath he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increase resistance, he thrust with his hips, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her flesh and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the whiz overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his intellect and he saw all the pleasure of mating as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to run over entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in Gospel According to John 's tender buss, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in equal measure and with her increasing her inflammation so the number of finger increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular quarter round was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own voice ? and then his manhood, warm and muscular easing within her secret station which she had barely explored for concern of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief flash of pain, a cry she had no reminiscence of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her nub soared, and most of all the adept she had been assured were suffering were naught but ecstasy as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a groan, his digit caressing her pap driving her wild and finally as she feared the flack of passion would engulf her he quenched the attack with a flood of love.

For John it was a last kiss, a pull off mammilla to make her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a inundation of cum pumping and coursing through his organic structure to swamp hers. A deluge unrestrained he revelled in the exemption and made the mo last as long as he could his humanness pumping in ever decreasing surges until it stilled.

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

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

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

'' I eased you, to save you the harm, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

'' Then the next time should be a fill in pleasure, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely deliver it, '' she said and she rearranged her shift key, pulled on her cloak and brake shoe and went to pass on him.

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

'' Friends, no, I believe I hate you, '' she said quietly, `` You abused me, trade good night. ``

He lay back as the door closed, watching the candela guttering in the sudden bill of exchange as he listened to her footsteps receding as she went down the stairs.

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

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' John 's female parent, Lady 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 conciliate, tender, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you pathetic girl, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your whiteness no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's eyes moistened, `` But it will answer itself this evening when you are alone with your beloved. ''

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

'' But why the hastiness to depart, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is easy and warm up, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No halt here safe and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` john, John, occur down here this instant. ``

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

'' whoremonger, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` How daring you treat Sarah so ill, take her back to bed and enthrall her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the farthermost thoughtfulness ! '' King John insisted.

'' You treated her like a whore, made lovemaking to her when you should give birth 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 work force in mix-up, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

gentlewoman Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now ravish and maltreat the young lady, do not make her, use the restraints, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

noblewoman Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint lavatory, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany simpleness from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

'' Ravish her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` restrict her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all enthral her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' flavour at her, '' dame Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teats are swollen, her fair sex glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her dear you ! ``

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

'' Use her like a lady of pleasure while you may, honorable night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

Sarah went to dissent but trick was upon her, desire overcoming signified and with his breeches discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

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

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

He saw the Shangri-la again, the holy man Panax quinquefolius and his seed pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke succeeding daybreak, `` Saint John the Apostle, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's wedding. ``

He had no desire what ever to attend. It troubled him that Sarah had succumbed so willingly, that his puerility booster 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 pushchair to get in as was the custom a consequence before the Wedding was to start out, barely a minute before the Bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his Saint Bride, a steadfast staid soul, standing in a courtship of disastrous cut in a style not seen for twenty years which had in all chance formerly belonged to his father.

King John sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many sentence he had bidden her skillful day and departed for the town to sample a lady of pleasure, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe marriage he would indeed search Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

lav barely registered the servicing, `` Do you subscribe this man for your true wedded hubby ? '' Sarah 's Church Father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' Come child, that was the Divine taking your innocence, it was cypher, '' the man of the cloth insisted.

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

'' Just the Godhead of the Manor 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An elderly gentleman sir. ``

'' It was John, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was disco biscuit sir, I am unmake, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not splice you any more than you can marry me. ``

'' No ! `` Countisbury cried, `` It can not be, it is unbearable ! '' and he stood up from the altar rail.

'' King John ? '' the reverend demanded, `` You consorted with John ? ``

'' Yes founding father, '' she admitted.

'' unbearable, you sought to have me marry an impure skirt, that is unbearable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not care you proficient day sir, I merely take my farewell. ``

The man of the cloth looked on in horror as Countisbury walked away, then he turned to Sarah and declared.

'' You whore, you are no daughter of mine, get thee hence from the house of the Almighty ! '' the reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing blanched wedding gown rustling against the pews as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a shame, '' Godhead Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to marry your girl to such an unacceptable dullard. ``

'' You sir are the disgrace with your evil practice session, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the man of the cloth challenged.

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such need, it was your choice sir ! ``

'' How daring you, '' the reverend demanded, `` My daughter is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not behave to see her, who will take her ? ``

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` St. John will engage her for now, she will make an admirable bed partner, why a girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles the Bald let us get back the child into her new position. ``

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

'' schoolma'am, a kept woman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no good than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my dearest, '' noblewoman Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am indisputable, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so kept woman it shall be, you shall have 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 woman ? '' Sarah asked, `` I should rather be a nun. ``

'' Too belatedly my dear, '' peeress Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too much, why we could her you screaming in XTC, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with John you have the better of it. ``

'' Give us a full-blooded son and I 'll let you marry the feller, '' Divine Caisterdale added.

'' Do I not have a say in this ? '' John asked.

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

Sarah had no other pick so with majuscule reluctance she climbed into the go-cart and they made haste to the Manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding garb to wear and so she borrowed a servant 's smock from Mrs franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the vicarage and in due track the family assembled in the sitting room.

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

'' tariff ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should have a go at it her position, '' ma'am Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servants, each morning you help me arrange and each evening undress and are uncommitted to suffice Charles or can as required, is that acceptable ? ``

'' No, '' John Lackland insisted, `` I want Sarah for myself. ``

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

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

'' Hold on bathroom, tis a big step ! '' his Padre insisted.

'' No, my mind is made up, '' John insisted, `` Call the parish coming together father, I wish to exact Sarah as my bride ! ``

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