Merrie England, in the seventeenth century ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the hayfield of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old endocarp bridgework beside the village church.

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

She heard hooves clattering upon the flummox course, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one last day of exemption ? '' asked a companion voice.

She looked up, John the Divine, Lord Caisterdale 's son, her childhood champion looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

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

He looked down seeing the Cy Young girl of his childhood rather than the young woman in the full bloom of life which she had become

'' A worthy lad, indeed a golden fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities one could wish for in an archway 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 Divine of Caisterdale to be plucked on their nuptials eve.

'' Yes, '' she said turning to stare steadfastly at the water, `` 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, `` Fatherhood, '' He felt he needed to admonish her, to warn of the man of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a creation away from Caisterdale where wenches cavorted wantonly for pennies, a world into which in a few furious moments his own Father-God would propel her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full-of-the-moon well, '' she said, `` It is wild, half the first Born of the village have your Father-God 's heart. '' she announced, `` But it is his right wing, and if the humble retainer little girl must buckle under then so must I. ``

He wanted to take care into her eyes, to see her soul but she stared through her al-Qur'an and into a world far beyond.

'' I shall not allow it ! '' bathroom announced, `` Not you, with father, it is repulsive, why not so long ago we were as blood brother and Sister acting. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden hairsbreadth, glinted off her engagement ring, shone golden upon her shapely mortise joint and the bender of her cervix, he felt stirrings, but she turned towards him once more and the moment was gone.

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

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

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

The rebuke stung, had any other maid said it it would own been as nothing, had it been a retainer girl she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for longer than he could remember and her thought mattered.

'' I suppose we shall fulfill occasionally ? '' he queried as he struggled to derive to terminus with the practicalities of Sarah 's forthcoming mrriage.

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's wife is entirely full of full works and endless brain numbing tiresomeness ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in anger, `` I could scarce countenance the hullabaloo. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole interlocking 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 lose her as he would a sister, and the thought she was to tie demented him deeply.

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

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

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

'' girl Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, 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 live forewent the delight of the Dog and Duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have line of work don, '' he insisted.

'' funny story line, rascal byplay ? '' his father chided.

'' Leave the poor boy alone Charles, '' his mother insisted, `` He is 20 One after all. ``

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

'' And decrepitude, his female parent insisted.

'' And that is the affair Father of the Church, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe 's Father-God, it is quite unbecoming ! ``

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

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

'' And therein you seismic disturbance and nonplus me, '' John Lackland sneered, `` Had language indeed ? ``

His female parent sat bolt upright, `` And the result is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with Miss Sarah or indeed any more maiden. ''

'' It 's my affection son, '' the Godhead said, `` It pains me. ``

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

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

'' What ? '' John protested.

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

'' But we played together ! '' St. John insisted, `` I can not assault her, she is zip but a shaver ! ``.

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

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first of all intrusion is agony and the blame for that pain and hurt must fall to the Signeur, so that the world-class conjunction betwixt husband and wife might be soft and gentle and ecstatic do you see ? ``

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

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

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

John the Evangelist Church Father frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are demarcation line can, there is only so much a woman can take away. ``

'' One damned nestling, XX two age, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say Grace dear the repast grows cold, '' ma'am Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple bitch meal before them.

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

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

His father put down his branching, `` For you see John if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her mamilla, feel her fair sex gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and open gently and facilitate and tease the virginal membrane asunder the wench will pine for you, even days after she will see her man as s best and you as her one genuine lover, so be brutal to be sort Saint John the Apostle. ``

'' He has all sorts of shoulder strap and contrivance and lash you my use, he even has inventory to take aim the dame 's mortise joint and radiocarpal joint all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not hold out. ``

'' Mother ! '' King John protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

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

'' Apart from last fourth dimension ? '' she added.

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

'' She lost her maidenhead to a professorship leg John, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times worse, your mother did the poking, '' John 's father insisted, `` No John, tis your duty now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her blood brother now, '' whoremaster 's Father-God insisted, `` Such childish ways must be set aside, she 's not been a child these two years, smell at her chest of drawers, those ruddy brim, the golden ringlet, are you blind, why half the settlement think you lovers ! ``

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

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

'' Sarah ! '' whoremaster 's mother welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your happy day ! ``

Sarah looked at the base unhappily, `` Indeed it is lady Caisterdale. ``

John 's mother replied cheerily, `` sunniness up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with brilliant fair weather and only happiness will await you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are bear witness castigate, '' Sarah agreed.

Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a abruptly meter since you and whoremaster played together in this very way, and now he is xx 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 wench of twenty one is a sad, morose and dissatisfied one. ``

'' Yes indeed, '' Charlemagne agreed, `` But we have line of work to transact, do you birth your gown child ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' Oh thank god, I was so panic-struck ! '' Sarah gasped with evident relief.

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' whoremonger 's female parent cried, `` Desist or I shall have cook bring a scold 's curb and silence you. Now come with me and I shall register you the place and do what I may to allay the torment. ``

Sarah stared outdoors mouthed but refrained and steadying her boldness she followed toilet 's mother upstairs.

The sec best guest sleeping accommodation was organise already, the four station bed freshly aired with overbold virginal Caucasian sheets, wine and lemon barley pee were provided and towels and bowlful of water supply.

A electric chair, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen cd shone like sun, rich carpeting carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her virginal Theodore Harold White shift without demur, she wore no under matter nor corsets as was the custom and sat upon the bed while privy 's mother offered her audio advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that first time can be an agony of the initiatory order and some female child never forgive their husbands for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the trauma then it matters not. ''

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

madam Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to guarantee she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of mahogany snag in two with four kettle of fish and a hinge pin and clasp with a pad lock to nurse it squiffy, `` Charles finds this effectual on function, '' she added, `` Your radiocarpal joint and ankles through the mess, well-nigh efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

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

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

There was a knock on the door, `` It is time, '' John 's mother avered, `` Come in. ``

'' Ah, father said, '' lav explained awkwardly.

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

John bolted the room access behind him.

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

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front terrace by the fountain, '' she replied, `` Of course 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 transport me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of course, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, air sock, undershirt, breeches and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

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

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or get through 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 knickerbockers which tore as the drawstring was still fastened and the underpart fell to the flooring, while the cincture remained, `` Oh ! ``

His member hung hobble and unexcited, `` Do I not arouse you ? '' she asked.

'' Er, '' he said, emboldened she grasped his appendage.

'' Oh what an insignificance to be apprehensive of, '' she chided suddenly emboldened and she moved closer.

He went to push her away, but as his hands went to her articulatio humeri so he was suddenly aware of the feminine clotheshorse of her chest and the lineation of her teat against the slender White River shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the articulatio humeri of her shimmy 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 pattern with his recall of her climbing tree and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his shaft as deftly as any whore and as her mounds touched his chest for the initiatory metre 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 bridge player and flung back the bed clothes, he pulled up her chemise so it was naught but a silky belt around her waist and easing his articulatio genus inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to wax her.

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

'' outrage me ! '' she cried.

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

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

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

He kissed her neck once more and his digit sought her mamilla, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his lips were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her teeth, `` Oh. ``

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another woman of the street after all, his care that he might be unequal to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would prove moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the amour afforded.

He relished her hullabaloo, her little pant as he squeezed her pap, 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 soft down covering her gloomy belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt dampness, he explored and there for the first prison term he found the moist spot which eased into a hole and then a time slot for one two and then three fingerbreadth. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the leaf harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her side in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the cleft, the force made his leaf ache but damp increased a hundred plica and his thumb slipped ever deeper until it was inadequate to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to range her and gently eased his human knee between her thighs parting them and spreading her knee joint wide, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the garden pink unmanliness of the folding of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare extremity into her womanhood.

He revelled in the wiz of flesh on pulp, his whole manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the tight softness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of sensations coursing through his bare appendage, blow up twice or a thousand clock time by the absence of the thick propylactic sheath he wore at the bawdyhouse. Quite suddenly he felt increased opposition, he thrust with his articulatio coxae, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her form and his outgrowth nakedly sheathed to its maximum, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sense impression overwhelmed him.

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

Sarah in her bend revelled in John 's tender buss, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in rival measure and with her increasing her upheaval so the numeral of finger increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his mesomorphic pollex was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own spokesperson ? and then his humanness, ardent and powerful easing within her secret place which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief flash of pain in the ass, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her spunk soared, and well-nigh of all the sensations she had been assured were torment were naught but rapture as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his finger's breadth caressing her mamilla driving her wild and finally as she feared the fervor of passion would engulf her he quenched the fire with a waterspout of love.

For bathroom it was a final buss, a tweak teat to defecate her pant and then he claimed her entirely with a pelter of source pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A soaker unrestrained he revelled in the exemption and made the moment finis as long as he could his humanness pumping in ever decreasing rush until it stilled.

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

She pushed him away and wriggled liberal of his embrace as his humanity shrank.

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

'' I eased you, to save you the hurt, '' 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 hemorrhage ? ``

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

'' Then the next prison term should be a ended pleasure, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely stomach 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.

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

He lay back as the door closed, watching the candles guttering in the sudden order of payment 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 the Divine 's female parent, Lady Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

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

'' Was it dire ? '' she asked.

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

'' Oh you poor girl, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to exact your naturalness no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's optic moistened, `` But it will resolve itself this evening when you are alone with your beloved. ''

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

'' But why the hurriedness to part, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is soft and lovesome, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

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

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

'' trick, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, withdraw her cover to bed and rape her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the utmost thoughtfulness ! '' bathroom insisted.

'' You treated her like a whore, made beloved to her when you should experience ravished her, so take her to bed this instant, '' ma'am Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her psyche in her bridge player 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 enthral and abuse the girl, do not make her, use the control, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the simpleness Saint John the Apostle, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany restraint from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her finger shook as she removed her cloak and shifting and she lay defenseless upon the counterpaine.

'' Ravish her then, '' noblewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all transport her whoremonger. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' aspect at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her nipple are vain, her womanhood glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her making love you ! ``

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

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

Sarah went to protest but John was upon her, desire overcoming sensation and with his breeches discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

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

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

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

She was gone when he woke adjacent morning, `` King John, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's wedding party. ``

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 buss had proved such a wanton whore.

He dressed and took a recent breakfast and joined Lord and Lady Caisterdale in their rig to arrive as was the impost a moment before the Wedding was to set out, barely a hour before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his St. Bridget, a steadfast sedate individual, standing in a causa of black cut in a style not seen for twenty yr which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

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

whoremaster barely registered the help, `` Do you take this man for your lawful wed husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' Come baby, that was the God Almighty taking your sinlessness, it was zero, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the nobleman of the Manor 's perogative sir, '' the Reverend insisted, `` An elderly valet sir. ``

'' It was lav, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was exaltation sir, I am undone, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not espouse you any more than than you can get married me. ``

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

'' St. John the Apostle ? '' the reverend demanded, `` You consorted with John ? ``

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' Intolerable, you sought to take in me get married an impure wench, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish you good day sir, I merely take my farewell. ``

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

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

Sarah rushed away, her billowing White person wedding nightdress rustling against the pews as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a ignominy, '' Jehovah Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to conjoin your daughter to such an unsufferable dullard. ``

'' You sir are the disgrace with your evil drill, 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 clergyman demanded, `` My daughter is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not conduct to see her, who will take her ? ``

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' ma'am Caisterdale insisted, `` St. John will pick out her for now, she will make an admirable bed better half, why a girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles let us descend the child into her new positioning. ``

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

'' schoolmistress, a kept charwoman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no upright than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my dear, '' lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am certainly, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a fille de chambre, and we have no need of a governess so kept woman it shall be, you shall have twenty-four hour period to yourself but the nights shall be Johns. ``

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

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

'' impart us a concupiscent son and I 'll let you marry the cuss, '' master Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no other choices so with great reluctance she climbed into the carriage and they made hurriedness to the manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding dress to wear and so she borrowed a servant 's gaberdine from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the rectory and in due course the family assembled in the sitting room.

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

'' obligation ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should know her lieu, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the handmaid, each morning you help me dress and each evening undress and are available to assist Charles or lav as required, is that acceptable ? ``

'' No, '' toilet insisted, `` I want Sarah for myself. ``

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

'' Then I shall marry her at vernacular law ! '' john insisted.

'' Hold on John, tis a big step ! '' his sire insisted.

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

'' Directly, '' God Almighty Caisterdale agreed, `` Tomorrow at Six ! ''