Merrie England, in the seventeenth 100 ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the hayfield of Caisterdale to surpass beneath the old stone bridge beside the settlement church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the aspect, staring unseeing into the distance, book in paw but doomed in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path, `` Ah young lady Haverthorpe, one last day of freedom ? '' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up, John, Lord Caisterdale 's son, her puerility champion looked down upon her from his chestnut tree stallion.

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

He looked down seeing the young girlfriend of his childhood rather than the young char in the replete bloom of youth of life which she had become

'' A suitable dude, indeed a golden cuss, Mr Countisbury, '' Gospel According to John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the character 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 well she would never succumb to the age old rite of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the Lord of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

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

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

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

'' But you do n't understand, '' he said hopelessly, `` Father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to warn of the macrocosm of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a creation away from Caisterdale where chick cavorted wantonly for centime, a Earth into which in a few furious present moment his own beginner would propel her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full phase of the moon well, '' she said, `` It is wild, half the first-class honours degree borns of the village have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right hand, and if the lowly servant girls must succumb then so must I. ``

He wanted to look into her eyes, to see her somebody but she stared through her volume and into a world far beyond.

'' I shall not admit it ! '' John announced, `` Not you, with male parent, it is repulsive, why not so long ago we were as pal and sister performing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden whisker, glinted off her betrothal ring, shone gold upon her shapely ankles and the curved shape of her neck, he felt inspiration, but she turned towards him once more and the moment was gone.

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

'' Indeed, '' he agreed, `` A vicar 's daughter become a vicar 's married woman, it is, '' he paused seeing her discomfort, `` As if ordained by the lord almighty, '' he said pompously.

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

The rebuke stung, had any other maid said it it would receive been as nothing, had it been a servant lady friend she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for longer than he could remember 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 lifespan of a Vicar 's married woman is entirely full of in force works and interminable mind numbing boredom ! '' she snapped and she threw her Koran down in anger, `` I could scarce countenance the exhilaration. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the unscathed participation had been somewhat of a impact, his regular visit to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her suit with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would lose her as he would a sister, and the idea she was to marry disturbed him deeply.

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

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

'' Oh, what class of purity is this ? `` his forefather asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in purity of Miss Haverthorpe ? ``

'' Miss Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not arrive until glowering, '' his founding father averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last forewent the pleasure of the Dog and duck to dine with us, ''

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

'' Funny business, monkey byplay ? '' his Padre chided.

'' Leave the poor boy alone Charles, '' his female parent insisted, `` He is Twenty One after all. ``

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

'' And decrepitude, his female parent insisted.

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

'' I had no relations with the mother I assure you, '' Lord Caisterdale admitted, `` But in part you are right. ``

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

'' And therein you daze and amaze me, '' John sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His mother sat dash upright, `` And the upshot is I have forbidden your male parent to fornicate with girl Sarah or indeed any more maidens. ''

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

'' Oh poor people girl Haverthorpe, '' John sneered.

'' Poor Miss Haverthorpe indeed, '' his mother insisted, `` Suffering your fumblings instead. ``

'' What ? '' John protested.

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

'' But we played together ! '' John insisted, `` I can not ravish her, she is zero but a child ! ``.

'' Bah humbug, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the intumescence atop her chest ? '' she asked, `` No you must impound her roughly and claim her, tear away her innosence and put her puerility behind her, just do your duty Charles the Great. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John 's begetter admitted, `` For the chaste wench the initiatory intrusion is agony and the blame for that infliction and hurt must fall to the Signeur, so that the first-class honours degree conjunction betwixt husband and married woman might be mild and gentle and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear upon a skin ? '' John Lackland asked.

'' Divine no, not if she 's pure, why half the hamlet, '' his father started to say proudly.

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

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

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

'' Say Grace dear the repast grows cold, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the round-eyed boeuf meal before them.

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

'' Excellent gripe Carolus, one of ours ? '' his mother exclaimed.

His father put down his fork, `` For you see lavatory if you rouse the bird gently, buss her, finger her teats, feel her womanhood gently, investigation it, countenance it to mature and open gently and ease and card the hymen asunder the wench will ache for you, even years after she will see her man as endorsement best and you as her one true lover, so be brutal to be kind John the Divine. ``

'' He has all sorts of strap and gismo and party whip you my use, he even has stocks to take the doll 's articulatio talocruralis and radiocarpal joint all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifetime aggregation efficacious in every circumstance. ``

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

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

'' She lost her hymen to a electric chair leg St. John, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten multiplication unsound, your female parent did the poke, '' John 's father insisted, `` No Saint John the Apostle, tis your responsibility now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' John 's Father of the Church insisted, `` Such childish way must be set aside, she 's not been a child these two years, look at her chest, those ruddy brim, the fortunate ringlet, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

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

The meal passed and with the dusk came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the undertakers cart as was the custom.

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

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

trick 's mother replied cheerily, `` cheer up my dearest, tomorrow will dawn with magnificent sunshine and only happiness will look you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are establish redress, '' Sarah agreed.

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a little prison term since you and St. 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 noblewoman 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, sour and dissatisfied one. ``

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

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

'' Quite so, '' Charles I interjected, `` Sadly my heart and soul is no longer capable. ``

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

'' So 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 choice but it is for the best, '' toilet assured her, `` Best for all. ``

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

'' Enough, '' John the Evangelist 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall have cook bring a nag 's check and secrecy you. Now come with me and I shall shew you the place and do what I may to still the torment. ``

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

The 2d best guest bedroom was organize already, the four post bed freshly aired with smart virginal tweed sheets, vino and maize barley weewee were provided and towels and bowls of water system.

A chairperson, a wardrobe a breast of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of XVI candles shone like sunlight, plenteous rugs carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her vestal Edward Douglas White Jr. shift without demur, she wore no under affair nor corsets as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John the Divine 's mother offered her speech sound advice, `` The affair is Sarah, that first time can be an agony of the outset Holy Order and some girls never forgive their husbands for that agony, so, do you see, if the master causes the hurt then it matters not. ''

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

peeress Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of reddish brown split in two with four trap and a hinge pin and clench with a pad lock to have it pissed, `` Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your wrists and ankle through the fix, well-nigh effective, '' she said wistfully, remembering felicitous times.

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

'' No, to the contrary, '' the sometime woman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to induce you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating beast he has become and thank your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh Jehovah, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footfall approach.

There was a knock on the door, `` It is fourth dimension, '' St. John the Apostle 's mother avered, `` Come in. ``

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

'' I shall pull up stakes you to it, adept nighttime, '' the mother said and she slipped away.

John bolted the threshold behind him.

'' expert eventide, '' he said awkwardly, `` Can I get you anything ? ``

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front bench by the natural spring, '' she replied, `` Of course of instruction 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 ravish me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of course, '' and he set about removing his jacket crown, his kerchief, his shirt, rug skidder, windsock, undershirt, breeches and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

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

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

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

'' Down ! '' she snapped and grabbed his under breeches which tore as the drawing string was still fastened and the underpart fell to the flooring, while the waistband remained, `` Oh ! ``

His appendage 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 worried of, '' she chided suddenly emboldened and she moved closer.

He went to agitate her away, but as his hands went to her shoulder so he was suddenly aware of the feminine swell of her titty and the schema of her teats against the cut Patrick Victor Martindale White shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her break aside and eased it down gently.

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

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to harmonise her womanly form with his anamnesis of her climb tree diagram and running around as a child.

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

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

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

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

His fingers sought her gentle moist cavern but found only clenched muscles.

'' transport me ! '' she cried.

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

'' dishonour 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 once more and his fingers sought her teats, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his lips were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her dentition, `` Oh. ``

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

He relished her turmoil, her piddling gasp as he squeezed her teats, her ineffective attempts to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the metre was ripe.

His finger moved to the sonant down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her peg to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the first time he found the moist maculation which eased into a hole and then a slot for one two and then three fingers. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the riffle harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her expression in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to expound the fissure, the force made his thumb ache but moistness increased a hundred fold and his pollex slipped ever rich until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to range her and gently eased his knees between her thighs parting them and spreading her knees wide-eyed, he eased his finger's breadth within her once again and then grasping his humanity he gently pressed it against the pink unmanliness of the folds of her sex before sure of her preparedness he slid his bare appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of flesh on flesh, his whole manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the loaded softness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of sense impression coursing through his bare phallus, blow up twice or a thousand times by the absence of the thick propylactic sheath he wore at the house of prostitution. Quite suddenly he felt increased resistance, he thrust with his pelvis, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her flesh and his extremity nakedly sheathed to its maximum, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the whiz overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his mind and he saw all the joys of union as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to run over entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in John 's pinnace kisses, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in equal metre and with her increasing her fervor so the number of fingers increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his mesomorphic thumb was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own representative ? and then his humanity, quick and powerful easement within her secret place which she had barely explored for fright of ruining her maidenhead.

A legal brief flare of pain, a cry she had no recall of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her ticker soared, and most of all the sense she had been assured were torture were naught but ecstasy as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a groan, his fingerbreadth caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the fervour of passionateness would engulf her he quenched the fires with a cloudburst of love.

For St. John it was a net kiss, a tweaked teat to shit her pant and then he claimed her entirely with a waterspout of source pumping and coursing through his body to glut hers. A torrent unrestrained he revelled in the exemption and made the moment net 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 rest lying upon her.

She pushed him away and wriggled release of his embrace as his humanity 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 save you the suffering, '' 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 minuscule, '' she said, `` I am completely ruined. ``

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

'' I shall scarcely yield it, '' she said and she rearranged her shift, pulled on her cloak and shoes and went to leave him.

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

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

He lay back as the threshold closed, watching the wax light guttering in the sudden draft as he listened to her footsteps 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, '' john 's female parent, madam Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

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

'' Was it dire ? '' she asked.

'' No, no, not at all, it was appease, ship's boat, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you poor people girl, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to guide your pureness no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's eye moistened, `` But it will adjudicate itself this evening when you are alone with your beloved. ''

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

'' But why the precipitation to depart, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is lenient and warm, shall you not remain ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here safe and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, toilet, come in down here this blink of an eye. ``

'' No ! '' she gasped, but John was upon them, struggling with his rear of barrel as he ran.

'' John, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, take her back to bed and enthrall her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the utmost considerateness ! '' Saint John the Apostle insisted.

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

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head in her hands in confusion, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

Lady Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now ravish and pervert the girl, do not seduce her, use the restraints, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint can, '' she insisted as she picked the burnt sienna restraint from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her fingers shook as she removed her cloak and geological fault and she lay naked upon the counterpaine.

'' Ravish her then, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all ravish her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' dame Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her pap are swollen, her womanhood glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her passion you ! ``

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

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

Sarah went to protest but John was upon her, desire overcoming sense 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 dresser and in a present moment he felt her bridge player on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her warm up moist slot.

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

He saw the heavens again, the holy person sang and his source pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke next sunup, `` King John, you must get dressed, it is schoolmistress Havethorpe 's marriage ceremony. ``

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

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

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast staid soul, standing in a suit of melanise cut in a style not seen for twenty old age which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

John sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many sentence he had bidden her good day and departed for the town to try a tart, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe union he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

whoremonger barely registered the service of process, `` Do you take this man for your lawful tie married man ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' seminal fluid tyke, that was the lord taking your innocence, it was nothing, '' the Reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the Lord of the Manor 's perogative sir, '' the man of the cloth insisted, `` An aged gentleman sir. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes Padre, '' she admitted.

'' unendurable, you sought to feature me wed an impure wench, that is unendurable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not like you proficient day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

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

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

Sarah rushed away, her billowing lily-white wedding surgical gown 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 malign practices, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the reverend challenged.

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

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

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` John will withdraw her for now, she will produce an admirable bed checkmate, why a female child more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` semen Charles let us reconcile the child into her new emplacement. ``

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

'' Mistress, a kept fair sex ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no better than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my dear, '' Lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will enjoy it I am sure, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no demand of a governess so schoolmarm it shall be, you shall have day to yourself but the nights shall be St. John the Apostle. ``

'' I was to be married, and a Vicar 's married woman but now I am to be a keep back woman ? '' Sarah asked, `` I should rather be a nun. ``

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

'' Give us a lusty son and I 'll let you hook up with the blighter, '' nobleman Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no early option so with great disinclination she climbed into the carriage and they made haste to the manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her marriage attire to wear down and so she borrowed a retainer 's gaberdine from Mrs John Hope Franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the vicarage and in due form the family assembled in the sitting room.

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

'' duty ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should recognise her place, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with toilet or the servants, each morning you help me arrange and each evening undress and are uncommitted to serve Charles or John as required, is that acceptable ? ``

'' No, '' St. John the Apostle insisted, `` I want Sarah for myself. ``

'' well you ca n't, '' Lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not 20 one yet. ``

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

'' Hold on John the Divine, tis a big step ! '' his forefather insisted.

'' No, my judgement is made up, '' John Lackland insisted, `` Call the parish meeting founding father, I wish to claim Sarah as my Bridget ! ``

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