Merrie England, in the 17th century ...

The sun twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadow of Caisterdale to decease beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow unmindful to the panorama, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts.

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

She looked up, John, God Almighty Caisterdale 's son, her puerility ally looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

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

He looked down seeing the untested girl of his puerility rather than the unseasoned womanhood in the full blossom of living which she had become

'' A desirable fella, indeed a favorable fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' St. John the Apostle chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities 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 broad wellspring she would never knuckle under to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maiden of the parish belonged to the Lord of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

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

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

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

'' But you do n't understand, '' he said hopelessly, `` founding father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to monish of the earthly concern of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a human beings away from Caisterdale where doll cavorted wantonly for pennies, a creation into which in a few wild moments his own father would motivate her into unsuspicious and unwilling.

'' I understand replete well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the get-go borns of the village have your father 's middle. '' she announced, `` But it is his right, and if the humble handmaiden fille must knuckle under then so must I. ``

He wanted to seem into her eyes, to see her soul but she stared through her book and into a domain far beyond.

'' I shall not allow it ! '' Saint John announced, `` Not you, with father, it is abhorrent, why not so long ago we were as brother and baby playing. ``

'' 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 halcyon hair, glinted off her engagement gang, shone fortunate upon her shapely ankle and the curved shape of her neck, he felt stirring, but she turned towards him once more and the present moment was gone.

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall pull in an splendid vicar 's wife. ``

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

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

The rebuke stung, had any other maid said it it would have been as nada, had it been a handmaiden girl she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for yearner than he could think and her vox populi mattered.

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life history of a Vicar 's wife is entirely full of good kit and caboodle and eternal thinker numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in angriness, `` I could scarce countenance the excitement. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole engagement had been somewhat of a shock, his regular visits to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would miss her as he would a Sister, and the thought she was to marry trouble him deeply.

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

He helped stable his steed, washed the debris of the road from his face and helping hand, toyed with his committal to writing and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

'' Oh, what kind of award is this ? `` his Fatherhood asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in honour of Miss Haverthorpe ? ``

'' young woman Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' funny business, scamp occupation ? '' his father chided.

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

'' Yes, '' his male parent agreed, `` And with age comes duty. ''

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

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

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

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

'' And therein you jolt and astound me, '' John the Divine sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His mother sat thunderbolt upright piano, `` And the consequence is I have forbidden your forefather to fornicate with young woman Sarah or indeed any more maiden over. ''

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

'' Oh short missy Haverthorpe, '' Gospel According to John sneered.

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

'' What ? '' John protested.

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

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

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

'' Yes, it is as our female parent says, '' John 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first trespass is torture and the blame for that infliction and distress must fall to the Signeur, so that the first conjunction betwixt husband and wife might be soft and mollify and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear a skin ? '' whoremonger asked.

'' Lord no, not if she 's pure, why half the village, '' his Father of the Church started to say proudly.

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

Johns Father of the Church frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are limits John, there is only so much a woman can remove. ``

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

'' Say good will dear the repast grows cold, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the dim-witted beef meal before them.

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

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

His father put down his crotch, `` For you see John if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her teat, experience her woman gently, probe it, countenance it to ripen and open gently and ease and rally the virginal membrane asunder the wench will yen for you, even years after she will see her man as second best and you as her one true lover, so be fell to be sort Saint John the Apostle. ``

'' He has all kind of shoulder strap and appliance and whip you my use, he even has stocks to use up the chick 's ankles and carpus all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifetimes collection effective in every setting. ``

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

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

'' She lost her virginal membrane to a chair leg John, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten clip worse, your female parent did the poking, '' John 's Church Father insisted, `` No Saint John, tis your duty now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her comrade now, '' whoremaster 's beginner insisted, `` Such childish room must be set aside, she 's not been a child these two class, look at her chest, those ruddy lips, the golden ringlets, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

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

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

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

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

St. John 's female parent replied cheerily, `` Cheer up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with brilliant cheer and only happiness will await you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are try out correct, '' Sarah agreed.

Charles the Great stepped forward, `` It seems such a light clock time since you and John played together in this very room, and now he is 20 and one and you can not be far off the same.

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

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

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All virtuous E. B. White awaiting to be sullied by the vivid red ! ``

'' Quite so, '' Charles interjected, `` Sadly my gist is no longer capable. ``

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

'' So Saint John the Apostle will perforce adopt 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 honorable, '' John assured her, `` in force for all. ``

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

'' Enough, '' whoremonger 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall suffer Captain Cook bring a scold 's check and silence you. Now come with me and I shall usher you the place and do what I may to still the torment. ``

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

The second best guest bedroom was fain already, the four stake bed freshly aired with smart virginal white sheets, wine and lemon barley water supply were provided and towels and bowls of water.

A chair, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of 16 candles shone like sunlight, robust rugs carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the vino she disrobed to her virginal white break without demur, she wore no under thing nor corsets as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's female parent offered her sound advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that first time can be an agony of the first fiat and some miss never forgive their husbands 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 lord ? ``

Lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to see to it she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a spell of mahogany split up in two with four holes and a flexible joint pin and clasp with a pad lock to hold it tight, `` Charles finds this efficacious on occasion, '' she added, `` Your carpus and ankles through the fix, most efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering felicitous times.

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

'' No, to the contrary, '' the older charwoman insisted, `` He must for the option is to suffer you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating brute he has become and give thanks your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh master, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach.

There was a knock on the threshold, `` It is time, '' John 's female parent avered, `` cum in. ``

'' Ah, male parent said, '' whoremonger explained awkwardly.

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

John bolted the door behind him.

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

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front patio by the fountain, '' she replied, `` Of line 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 course of instruction, '' and he set about removing his jacket crown, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, socks, singlet, 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 shed his underthings.

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

His outgrowth 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 discerning of, '' she chided suddenly emboldened and she moved closer.

He went to push her away, but as his paw went to her berm so he was suddenly aware of the feminine beau of her white meat and the outline of her teats against the sparse white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her shift aside and eased it down gently.

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

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

Her shift slipped further, her finger's breadth instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his shaft as deftly as any whore and as her heap touched his breast for the first meter so he began to turn 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 man and flung back the bed apparel, he pulled up her shift key so it was naught but a silken belt around her waistline and easing his articulatio genus inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to wax her.

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

'' enthral me ! '' she cried.

'' I can not, you are not make, '' 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 once more and his fingers sought her tit, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his rim were upon hers now, his natural language ran along her teeth, `` Oh. ``

Her mamilla were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another whore after all, his reverence that he might be unequal to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde hussy after all, he knew she would prove moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the affaire afforded.

He relished her excitement, her little gasps as he squeezed her teats, her inefficient attack to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the time was ripe.

His finger moved to the sonant down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt damp, he explored and there for the first time he found the moist topographic point 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 thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her typeface in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to lucubrate the cleft, the personnel made his finger ache but moistness increased a hundred fold and his ovolo slipped ever deeper until it was inadequate to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to straddle her and gently eased his knee between her thighs parting them and spreading her knees across-the-board, he eased his digit within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the pink effeminateness of the bend of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare member into her womanhood.

He revelled in the adept of physique on shape, his whole humanness tingled as it eased relentlessly into the stiff softness engulfing it. He revelled in the volume of sentiency coursing through his bare member, overdraw twice or a thousand time by the absence of the thickheaded propylactic sheath he wore at the brothel. Quite suddenly he felt increase resistance, he thrust with his pelvic arch, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his glob against her bod and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its level best, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the mavin overwhelmed him.

The promised land opened in his mind and he saw all the pleasure of union as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to brim over entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in St. John the Apostle 's stamp buss, his probing digit troubled her but excited her in compeer metre and with her increasing her exhilaration so the number of fingers increased.

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

A brief flash of infliction, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her pith soared, and most of all the whiz she had been assured were torment were zippo but rapture as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his finger's breadth caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of mania would absorb her he quenched the ardor with a cloudburst of love.

For John the Evangelist it was a final examination kiss, a tweaked teat to make her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a flood of seminal fluid pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A flood unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the moment last 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 free of his embracement as his manhood shrank.

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

'' I eased you, to carry through you the suffering, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

'' Then the following time should be a complete pleasure, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' Friends, no, I believe I hate you, '' she said quietly, `` You abused me, expert Night. ``

He lay back as the door closed, watching the candles 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 certain it would soon pass.

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

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

'' Was it horrendous ? '' she asked.

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

'' Oh you miserable daughter, '' ma'am Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to necessitate your innocence no More, '' she paused as Sarah 's eyes moistened, `` But it will purpose 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 soft and warm, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

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

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

'' trick, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, take her back to bed and ravish her. ``

'' But my peeress ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the extreme considerateness ! '' John insisted.

'' You treated her like a cocotte, made beloved to her when you should throw ravished her, so take her to bed this instant, '' dame Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

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

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

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

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint John Lackland, '' she insisted as she picked the sepia restraint from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

'' enthrall her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` intimidate her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all ravish her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' flavour at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her pap are conceited, her woman glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her love 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 resist but whoremonger was upon her, desire overcoming sense and with his breeches discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her pile against her chest and in a moment he felt her handwriting on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her fond moist slot.

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

He saw the heaven again, the angel sang and his seed pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke following break of day, `` john, you must get dressed, it is kept woman Havethorpe 's wedding. ``

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

He dressed and took a tardily breakfast and joined Lord and Lady Caisterdale in their Carriage to arrive as was the customs a moment before the wedding party was to get, barely a minute before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his Saint Bridget, a steadfast staid someone, standing in a lawsuit of black cut in a style not seen for twenty year which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

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

john barely registered the serving, `` Do you occupy this man for your lawful wedded married man ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' Come child, that was the Maker taking your innocence, it was nothing, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the Jehovah 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 ecstasy sir, I am undone, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not get married you any more than you can marry me. ``

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

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

'' Yes founder, '' she admitted.

'' Intolerable, you sought to accept me marry an impure wench, that is unbearable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not care you ripe day sir, I merely take my farewell. ``

The man of the cloth 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 firm of the Jehovah ! '' the Reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

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

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

'' You sir are the disgrace with your vicious practices, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the Reverend challenged.

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

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

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` lavatory will rent her for now, she will make an admirable bed mate, why a miss more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles let us settle the child into her new spot. ``

Sarah stood disconsolately outside the church service as Lord and Lady Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to become my son 's kept woman Sarah, '' Lady Caisterdale explained.

'' Mistress, a kept woman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no improve than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my lamb, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am certainly, and why not, you have no early future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no indigence of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall have Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to yourself but the Nox shall be Johns. ``

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

'' Too late my honey, '' Lady Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too much, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with St. John the Apostle you have the comfortably of it. ``

'' Give us a red-blooded son and I 'll let you get married the blighter, '' Lord Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no early choices so with great reluctance she climbed into the baby buggy and they made haste to the manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding dress 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 course the folk assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall draw up a leaning of duties for you child, '' ma'am Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a lady of pleasure should know her billet, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with privy or the servants, each morning you help me dress and each even undress and are available to serve up Charles or John as required, is that acceptable ? ``

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

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

'' Then I shall wed her at common law ! '' bathroom insisted.

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

'' No, my judgement is made up, '' John insisted, `` Call the parish meeting founder, I wish to arrogate Sarah as my Bride ! ``

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