Clarissa, Masters wife, prole 's sporting lady pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the general strike of 1926.


I stood idly on the skunk strewn platform with the blustery winding ruffling my dilute summer suit of clothes, as it rattled the locked waiting room room access and rustled the luxuriant cow parsley on the now neglected station garden and I watched the piffling train which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided vale as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to foot me up in the roll Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station house across the route wearing shirt and twosome where once he stood resplendent in dark serge and atomic number 79 braid as he waved away the London train but today times were tough, the station was now but a halt and he eked out an existence opening and closing the level crossing William Henry Gates for the occasional one coach Railmotor or rarified gearing of coal station wagon from nearby colliery.

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

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

'' Very skillful sir, '' he said.

Curtains twitched upstairs, Molly, Cardle 's eldest looked out, miserable Molly, such a sweet girl when I knew her, refreshful plucked and working at milling machinery when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flat on her back all the hr of the day and nighttime to put a freshness in her crony and sisters rima oris. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horses what she earned in fallal on her back but the cosmopolitan strike killed our vale, our steam manufactory lay idle and when the mines reopened our patronage was gone and the miners stayed home and drank away their difficulty while their married woman went to work the streets of Leeds of an eve, coming dwelling on the midnight train the whore 's express instead of working our looms.

But that was not my problem, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the unequal struggle and sold my shares in the house firm to mathematical group of London businessman, idiot to a man I believed, sold out for a one-tenth of what they were once worth and I now waited to front Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed Darling, so graceful, elegant, charming but frigid, icily frigidness, frigid, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't love me and neither did I bonk her, and while I spent William Ashley Sunday Night through Saturday morning working in Leeds or London, going down on sleeping car power train of a Sunday and back of a Saturday on the Pullman so it was just the Saturday dark 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 beginner believed she was a fragile soul unsuited to a good marriage and thus from bit of suitor he chose me for her husband as he believed I was a sodomite, Maker knows why, there was hardly a John Mill girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the power as a lad, back before my Fatherhood gave up the struggle and passed on and so actuate me into trying to keep his crumbling business empire afloat and give men who as youthfulness had fought in the Great War a chance to prey their families despite the bang and economic depression,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't wish living in a four bed sign in Leeds with only a cook and two servants then she could anathemise well join the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dowry of a hundred thousand pounds was gone, just one household that was all we owned, a fortnight was all we had to annul the Gothic monstrosity of Barnestone Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the Post government agency to say I would be on the two 15 from Leeds, and she assured me she would send give-and-take for Brabbinger to garner me, yet five second I had been waiting and there was no roster nor anything to be seen.

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

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

'' Very good Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly fuddle my hat on the floor and stamped upon it I was so scotch, damnit if mollie 's little sister had been abroad surely I should sample her without a second thinking, but Molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more stiffen my member to sample her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall walk, '' I said icily, `` Good day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my patent leather brake shoe 's fillet of sole I set to walk through the Village and up to the Hall one in conclusion time.

The serried rows of theater looked unaccustomedly clean, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of sens and their dusting of smoke dust now the John Stuart Mill had fallen dumb and the coal mine worked only one diaphysis on one displacement and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried social status of workess men queued outside the miner 's Arms waiting for Ted Charles Digby Harrod the Landlord to spread out up, each in their clean freshly laundered White shirts, iniquity trousers and savorless pileus, a consistent dress if ever there was one, jobless cub, lads thrown on the bit heap, spending the kiddies charity money on ale, what a waste.

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

Serried ranks of sign of the zodiac, some beside the roadway with nothing but sufficiency blank for a push bike for a path but some with steep front gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the channel, some like 20 six and eight with the bedrooms layer with the road it so absorb was the rise.

There was a little Morris car, outside number twenty eight I fancied, all in black, like our estate run about, firmly topped, and four tooshie not two and a dickie like the old ones, it took my eye, debt collector no dubiety, I thought, yet there were curtains at the windowpane of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was routine XX eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the driver 's buns 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 commend the numeral of the landed estate car and I should get behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and rebound upon the rogue as if he were a debt collector or debt gatherer man.

'' State your business ! '' I said.

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

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

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

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

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

'' So, take me habitation ! '' I ordered. and I swung round to the other side and squeezed through the door to join him in the cramped interior, `` Drive man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from black-market to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left Son, '' I said, `` Two fifteen from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the British capital and North Eastern Railway can get here in under the round hour from Leeds ! ``

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

'' Just cause damn you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self starter and it just primer coat uselessly.

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

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

'' What exactly is the job ? '' 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 damned bawdyhouse ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a maledict brothel in Barnestone ! ``

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

I threw the logic gate panoptic and I stormed down the clinker way, between neatly tended grasses, and banged the door, `` open up up ! '' I ordered, `` afford up for your Land Lord 's inspection ! ``

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

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

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

'' Right, '' I said, `` Right, 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 fair damage, '' I explained.

'' bazaar, yes fair, '' he agreed, `` You know my married woman, well I knows yours ! ``

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

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` And not just me Mr 'Ardhaker sir, 'alf the bloody feller 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 cheat on 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 missus being poked that is sir ! '' he leered.

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

They stood aside and I ascended the mean, narrow, bare boarded stairway, a lout lounged at the top, `` Two shilling for a alright gentleman's gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the impact of my right clenched fist on his jaw raised his skull a wax six inches and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the threshold, twisted the pommel left and ripe but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my entrance was in a exhibitor of splinters, two blighter stood beside the bed, their approximate workman overalls unstuck and hanging about their genu and their appendages rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted whore who lay in her White underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an iron bed frame.

A svelte goody elegant whore, her elegant legs wrapped around the coarse fellow with a hairy ass that would get been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his penis slammed into and squelched out of her.

A golden haired sporting lady, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the ivory comb that was my mother 's and her atomic number 47 ear doughnut, a natal day present from myself.

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

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

'' You bust jemmy 's threshold Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more stupid of the two oaf as they stood rampant and naked still.

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

'' No love, '' I said, `` I 'm trusted there is an splendid and completely reasonable explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling behaviour ! '' She looked horrified, `` In your own meter, take your pleasance first my dearest. '' 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 shoulder as he continued to poke her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no share and share alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a out of practice fishplate I 'll be trusted the dogs and rats each have just part of your gizzards ! ``

He leapt from her with alacrity leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her breasts aroused but though perfectly formed sadly deficient in intensity and her cunt as the vulgar workmen have it, gaping the lips slightly open, well used, glistening with her succus and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

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

'' Are you free Clarissa, have you time to explain your conduct before you fornicate again ? '' I asked, `` You whore ! ``

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

'' And that 's you apologize ? '' I asked, `` That I never come home, then my apologies, '' 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, `` Come with me ! '' and I pulled until she was bent painfully two-base hit and she had to slide around to get her feet to the side of the bed or I would suffer dragged her head first to the floor.

'' John ! '' she wailed, `` Stop, I am not decent. '' she protested, `` I need Harry ! '' she insisted.

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

'' My safe, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a pencil eraser prophylactic off his penis, a unfeigned laboured tariff reusable prophylactic like the chap would own used in the great war.

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

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under shift which was open down the front revealing her breasts and sex she was entirely and deliciously au naturel, `` lav No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the room and onto the steps, I almost sent her reeling with a human knee in the small of her back but at the last moment I forced her hand up her back instead.

'' John for pities 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 prostitute ! ``

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

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

'' Please my shoes ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nothing, you 're to be a harlot, fancy woman 's ca n't yield shoes, you 're going to be a barefoot whore so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a noodle do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but set aside me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her golden whisker cascading to her pale pink shoulders and her free arm trying inadequately to cover her white meat and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the cinder way 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 glide path and opened the car door for her, but I pushed her past the footling Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of young men filed from the sign of the zodiac and were following us at a reverential distance.

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

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

'' I, '' I said, `` Have cypher to be ashamed of, she is the cyprian, fornicating with all comers ! ''

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

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

The houses soon ended and the eyeshot of the valley over the allotment gardens and the epithelial duct beyond opened and deprived of the tax shelter the house provided the gusting idle words seemed ever impregnable as the road climbed steadily up the valley side, a few rain drops spattered the road and in the distance a train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should ingest chained her to the crossing gates for all to see but we had gone the wrongly way but by then the houses were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My fundament, '' she protested, `` My poor feet ! ``

'' Do n't vex, '' I said, `` I 'll find you a nice cheap back alley to lay on your back in, '' I said, `` You minuscule whore ! ``

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

Brabbinger was following in the piffling Gouverneur Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` Fetch the pealing. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to push Clarissa with a hand forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the menage began to sink from sight over the unfermented horizon.

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

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone colliery, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The residence hall. '' I explained, `` I came home to recite you. ``

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

'' Nothing much, a household in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so concern ! '' 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 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 arms, suddenly aware of her sexuality, for the smell of sex pervaded her and my extremity stirred as I carried her to the old Oliver Stone barn. I fiddled with the door gimmick but she knew how the old door opened with a conducting wire and then we were inside.

I set her down on a stalk bale.

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

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't squeeze me, please, I 'll go, I 'll detain with auntie Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a trashy fancy woman, a centime a fourth dimension, '' I said. `` Newcastle-upon-Tyne maybe, London docks. ``

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

'' Leeds then, I shall push your services and convert the basement into a dungeon. '' I explained and my thumb was between her wooden leg 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 serve it ! '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Clarissa, '' I protested, but she was undoing the push button on my fly and then my bash, I should have protested and stopped her but then my trousers were down and she bent her mind and took the tip of my tool into her mouth.

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

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

'' You are my wife, '' I reminded her, `` So behave like one ! '' and I forced her knees apart forcefully and pushed her onto her dorsum as she lay on the stalk and guided my manhood within her.

'' John ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as shocked as I that our wedlock was so easy so smooth, so natural.

'' tart, '' I chided, `` milk me, work your muscles and milk me you whore. ``

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

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

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

'' Stop that, '' I ordered.

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

'' Very well, '' I said, `` Then I shall use you like a bawd ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't have a, '' I said but the familiar bang 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 wide-cut of my juice she held me tightly

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

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

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

'' Nothing, but I am grown soft, suck me, '' I ordered, `` It meant goose egg to me, you 're a whore so earn your tuppence and sop up me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' capital of the United Kingdom cocotte do n't object, '' I said, `` So sucking ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her hair and forced her oral sex into my crotch.

'' Please, do n't tear my hair out ! '' she protested and she took my member and began to figure out the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your back, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the showtime time so make up yourself easy because this could take some prison term. ``

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

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

'' Oh, thank you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my articulatio humeri and then with her hired hand upon my back she held me to her.

The unaccustomed relief with which I ploughed her, the tactile property of her unimpeded by condom, and even the thin London safety company sleeves I habitually used spoiled my pleasance to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven.

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

She looked disordered, 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 whore. ``

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

I looked her in the eye and took the cockscomb from her hair's-breadth and threw it in a niche, and the ear mob, gently I extracted them and threw them away.

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

'' But St. John the Apostle ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a whore then stimulate one, cooking cleaning and children for your day and on your backrest of an eventide, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Indeed for zip else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my guard pillow slip and the moment of ecstasy was upon me and my cum boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a moment and then I withdrew, took my jacket crown and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a handkerchief I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear closed chain and was looking for the coxcomb, `` Leave it ! '' I ordered, `` Come ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` ejaculate here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my arms clear of the ground, `` I 'll carry you, '' I said and with a manus on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the left carried her binding to the horrid gothic Barnestone Manor.

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

'' I found this whore fornicating in the village, have her washed and find her a gaberdine would you. '' I asked.

'' But Madam ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

'' Enough, '' I said, `` Do as say we can not take in naked tart upstairs. '' and I left them.

The Brandy bottle in my survey was empty, I threw it against the rampart in thwarting and watched the dark-brown shards glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the telephone telephone exchange would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the Rolls, I realised I had left my left my paper caseful at the cathouse house, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen range as Mrs Bridges bathed her.

'' I have business in the Greenwich Village, '' I explained.

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

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

The William Morris car was there still, I went to start it but the electric battery was deadened and I had no stomach for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my theme caseful which Brabbinger had saved for me.

Faithful yet disloyal Brabbinger, had he enjoyed Clarissa I wondered, his stinking fat pot belly crushing her slight 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 discover you sir. '' he apologised.

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

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

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

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

'' tinker's dam it, I 'll force ! '' I said though I had n't driven for old age and flung his door wide.

He stepped down, `` As you wish sir. '' he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an bringing close together of a Kangaroo 's gait a series of ivory jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the throttle and the clutch pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside number twenty eight, I swung the Rolls to a stoppage, `` Have a good laugh at my disbursement, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the former side of your heads come next calendar month, '' I added, `` Colliery 's sold, James Mill 's sold and Estate 's sold, you wo n't experience indigence of a whore, you 'll have need of a bed for to catch some Z's in ! ``

I punched the ego starter and lurched away, grinding to the Colliery to pass around the news then onto the Mill.

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

I returned home, Clarissa was nowhere to be seen, but a simple dinner was simmering and I ate ravenously.

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a raspberry tart.

'' My married woman and I shall divorce, '' I said, `` Have her things moved to the Blue 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 collection plate away and retired to the study, then as dark fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery governance band playing but it was an thaumaturgy, they had played their finis when the ember strike started and we had the instruments back to languish unused in the foreman office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one gardener 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 bridgework and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom side by side though in insensate water, and dressed in my simple Night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, `` semen, '' I said and the door opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a childlike flannel transformation and carrying a jug of fond milk.

'' Mrs bridge deck sent me sir, '' she said, `` bequeath there be anything else sir begging your pardon. ``

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

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

'' Indeed, but my bed is cold-blooded, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled open the covers and slid in, `` Nakedly fille, affectionate the bed with your warmheartedness ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her switching and lofted it over her head.

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

I held her and swung onto the bed, slipping my ft beneath the covers before pulling the blankets over us and covering her even as she guided me inside her.

I kissed her neck, `` lav no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to mark you as my own, '' I said as I left making love snack on each former shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her part raked my rachis and buttocks with her finger nails as I took my delight as great white cloud of ether seemingly engulfed me until at length pounding rushing relief came like the freshness of a flock waterfall and in the damp and pleasure and rilievo as I held her so we slept.

The sun was high in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the curtains, `` seminal fluid back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

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

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

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

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will lecture, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and soft yet hard encroachment that make my whole being cry out with delight, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I John, Clarissa and Lola are one and the Lapplander, it is you, from where did your Passion of Christ come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of male child hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

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

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

'' And relief, you seek it now ? '' I asked.

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

'' I do, '' I said.

'' Then rape me sir, I can not withstand, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

I took hold of her by the shoulder joint and eased her down the bed until I could incubate her, my parts slid within her parts and our union was unadulterated and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every exclaiming of love.

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

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

'' Sit down, '' I said, `` We need to spill the beans. ``

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

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

'' turncock, '' 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 eyes, she looked interested.

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

'' whore, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never have an affair and. '' I thought before I said, `` Humiliate you. ``

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

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

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

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

'' Yes, days mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always careful. ``

'' I should thrash you, but to be mediocre it 's a huge relief, `` I said. `` I did n't jazz how to say you we are ruined but it does n't appear so important now. ``

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

'' When you are available to me, '' I said, `` And you, the workman ? ``

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

'' You petty strumpet, '' I declared, and I took her by the articulatio humeri and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .