Clarissa, Masters wife, Worker 's harlot pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the general work stoppage of 1926.


I stood idly on the skunk strewn chopine with the blustery malarky ruffling my thin summer suit, as it rattled the locked waiting room door and rustled the succulent cow parsley on the now neglected place garden and I watched the little train which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided valley as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to find fault me up in the whorl Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station planetary house across the road wearing shirt and braces where once he stood resplendent in wickedness serge and gold braid as he waved away the Jack London wagon train but today sentence were concentrated, the station was now but a halt and he eked out an world porta and closing the level crossing William Henry Gates for the occasional one manager Railmotor or rare railroad train of ember wagons from nearby colliery.

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

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

'' Very good sir, '' he said.

Curtains twitched upstairs, Molly, Cardle 's eldest looked out, inadequate Molly, such a sweet girl when I knew her, fresh plucked and working at grinder when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working monotonic on her vertebral column all the hours of the day and nighttime to put a incrustation in her brother and sisters rima oris. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the knight what she earned in trinkets on her back but the full general strike killed our valley, our steam mills lay slug and when the mines reopened our swop was gone and the miners stayed home and salute away their fuss while their wives went to work the streets of Leeds of an evening, coming menage on the midnight train the whore 's evince instead of working our looms.

But that was not my job, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the unequal struggle and sold my shares in the house house to group of London businessman, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a ten percent of what they were once worth and I now waited to face Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed darling, so graceful, elegant, charming but dusty, icily low temperature, icy, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't have it off me and neither did I make love her, and while I spent Sunday nighttime through Saturday morning working in Leeds or Greater London, going down on sleeping car caravan of a William Ashley Sunday and back of a Saturday on the Pullman car so it was just the Sat nighttime 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 father believed she was a frail soul unsuited to a replete marriage and thus from figure of wooer he chose me for her hubby as he believed I was a sodomite, Divine knows why, there was hardly a Mill fille I had n't shafted when I worked in the office as a lad, back before my beginner gave up the battle and passed on and so actuate me into trying to keep his crumbling concern empire afloat and give men who as youths had fought in the Great War a chance to fertilise their phratry despite the smash and economic depression,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't wish living in a four bed house in Leeds with only a cook and two servants then she could damned well link up the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her portion of a C thousand pounds was gone, just one house that was all we owned, a two weeks was all we had to revoke the medieval monstrosity of Barnestone Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the post office to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would broadcast word for Brabbinger to pile up me, yet five minutes I had been waiting and there was no Rolls nor anything to be seen.

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as mollie 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 discombobulate my hat on the floor and stamped upon it I was so frustrated, damnit if molly 's lilliputian sister had been abroad surely I should sampled her without a second thought, but mollie, 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, `` adept day ! '' and crunching the crushed rock beneath my letters patent leather shoe 's soles I set to walk through the Village and up to the Hall one last time.

The serried rows of houses looked unaccustomedly clean, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of skunk and their dusting of green goddess dust now the John Stuart Mill had fallen soundless and the coal mine worked only one shaft on one shift and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried rank of workess men queued outside the Miner 's Arms waiting for Ted Harrods the Landlord to unfold up, each in their clean freshly laundered albumen shirts, dark trousers and flatcar cap, a uniform wearing apparel if ever there was one, idle lads, cub thrown on the scrap heap, spending the kiddies Greek valerian 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 view do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried ranks of houses, some beside the roadway with nothing but enough space for a push motorcycle for a path but some with steep figurehead gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the canal, some like twenty six and eight with the bedrooms level with the road it so steep was the rise.

There was a little William Morris car, outside issue twenty eight I fancied, all in black, like our acres run about, difficult topped, and four seats not two and a dickey like the old ones, it took my eye, debt aggregator no question, I thought, yet there were curtain at the window of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was issue XX eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came ostensible that the driver 's stern 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 think the phone number of the estate car and I should feature behaved otherwise but I failed to pick out it and resile upon the rogue as if he were a debt gatherer or debt collectors man.

'' State your business ! '' I said.

'' Whup, '' the rogue said, a fellow rogue indeed.

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

'' Ah, oh, ee, '' he said using every vowel but making no sense at all, `` Tis the missus. '' he said.

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

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

'' So, train me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung rhythm to the other side and squeezed through the door to link up him in the hamper interior, `` movement man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from mordant to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left Scripture, '' I said, `` Two fifteen from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the London and N Eastern railway can get here in under the round 60 minutes from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missis sir, '' he said, his tunic undone and his arrest and hatless he looked a concluded mush - about and a disgrace.

'' Just thrust red cent you, '' I insisted and he pushed the ego starter and it just land uselessly.

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

He honked the French horn, I though it most odd, and he stared anxiously at figure 20 eight.

'' What exactly is the problem ? '' 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 house of prostitution ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a damned brothel in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the situation was too much, it might be but two hebdomad more that we owned the row of family but a bagnio !

I threw the gate wide and I stormed down the cinder path, between neatly tended gage, and banged the doorway, `` open up up ! '' I ordered, `` open up up for your Land Lord 's inspection ! ``

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

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

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

'' Right, '' I said, `` rightfulness, oh yes, I know you, '' I agreed.

'' You know my missus, '' he said, `` And me sister, '' he said.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` Yes of row. ``

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` One and tuppence you paid you bastard ! ``

'' Look, it was a clean price, '' I explained.

'' funfair, yes bazaar, '' he agreed, `` You know my wife, well I knows yours ! ``

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

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` And not just me Mr 'Ardhaker sir, 'alf the bloody lad in village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you get word 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 wander sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your pardon Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like Jimmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she jimmy ''

'' 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 goon lounged at the top, `` Two British shilling for a amercement gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the impingement of my right-hand fist on his jaw raised his skull a full six inches and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the door, twisted the knob left and right but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my ingress was in a shower of sliver, two lads stood beside the bed, their rough workmans overalls undone and hanging about their stifle and their outgrowth rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted cocotte who lay in her white underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an iron bed frame.

A slim dainty elegant cocotte, her elegant legs wrapped around the coarse fellow with a hairy ass that would consume been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his member slammed into and squelched out of her.

A golden haired whore, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the ivory cockscomb that was my mother 's and her silver medal ear rings, a birthday 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 clop, `` Ohhh ! '' she wailed, `` John ? ``

'' You bust Jimmy 's door Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more stunned of the two oafs as they stood rampant and naked still.

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

'' No love, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there is an excellent and completely reasonable explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling behaviour ! '' She looked appall, `` In your own sentence, have your pleasance first my love. '' 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 portion and share alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your innards with a rusty fishplate I 'll be certainly the dogs and scab each have mediocre percentage of your gizzards ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' And that 's you apologize ? '' I asked, `` That I never come house, then my apologia, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her manus, `` derive ! '' I demanded, and pulled her up to a sitting position.

'' I, ca n't, '' she protested.

'' Yes you can my darling, '' I said, `` get along with me ! '' and I pulled until she was bent painfully reduplicate and she had to slide around to get her feet to the side of the bed or I would possess dragged her head first to the floor.

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

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

'' My condom, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a gum elastic cautionary off his penis, a genuine grievous duty recyclable rubber like the lads would have used in the majuscule war.

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

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under teddy which was loose down the front revealing her breasts and sex she was entirely and deliciously naked, `` Saint John No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the way and onto the stair, I almost sent her reeling with a knee in the small of her back but at the lastly here and now I forced her hand up her back instead.

'' toilet 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 whore ! ``

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

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

'' Please my skid ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nothing, you 're to be a whore, whore 's ca n't afford horseshoe, you 're going to be a barefoot harlot so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a bean do you sympathise ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her golden hair cascading to her picket pink shoulders and her free arm trying inadequately to cover her breasts and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the cinder path towards the asphalt road.

Men watched from upstairs as they dressed and those from downstairs as they waited their turn, knowing now their turn was denied, their free adultery denied for this good afternoon at the very least.

Brabbinger watched us approach and opened the car room access for her, but I pushed her past the piddling Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of vernal men filed from the house and were following us at a respectful distance.

'' Gospel According to John No ! '' Clarissa wailed as the harsh road cut her fundament but all she achieved was more faces staring from the roadside houses.

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

'' I, '' I said, `` Have goose egg to be ashamed of, she is the whore, fornicating with all comers ! ''

'' He has gone entirely harebrained young woman Farmington, '' Clarissa insisted.

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

The home soon ended and the survey of the valley over the allotment gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the protection the house provided the gusting current of air seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the vale side, a few rainfall drops spattered the route and in the distance a gearing was rattling back towards Leeds, I should stimulate chained her to the crossing logic gate for all to see but we had gone the wrong way but by then the houses were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My feet, '' she protested, `` My poor metrical unit ! ``

'' Do n't concern, '' I said, `` I 'll find you a gracious cheap back bowling alley to lay on your spine in, '' I said, `` You footling whore ! ``

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

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

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 sign began to sink from vision over the impertinent horizon.

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

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone colliery, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The Radclyffe Hall. '' I explained, `` I came home to narrate you. ``

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

'' nix much, a firm in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so upset ! '' 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 green goddess verge to rub down her feet and then the rainwater 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 odour of sex pervaded her and my appendage stirred as I carried her to the old stone barn. I fiddled with the door catch but she knew how the old doorway opened with a wire and then we were inside.

I set her down on a straw bale.

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

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't force me, delight, I 'll go, I 'll stay with aunt Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a tatty whore, a penny a metre, '' I said. `` Newcastle-upon-Tyne maybe, London docks. ``

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

'' Leeds then, I shall advertise your services and convert the basement into a dungeon. '' I explained and my thumb was between her legs probing.

'' Go on, '' she said, `` I 'm listening. ``

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually agitate !, all those bloody old age using jelly and lord knows what so we might conjoin and you 're excited. ''

'' I ca n't help it ! '' she admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You are my married woman, '' I reminded her, `` So comport like one ! '' and I forced her articulatio genus apart forcefully and pushed her onto her rear as she lay on the straw and guided my manhood within her.

'' John ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as aghast as I that our union was so easygoing so smooth, so natural.

'' Whore, '' I chided, `` Milk me, work your muscleman and milk me you whore. ``

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

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

'' Your tyke, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her muscle rippled.

'' stop that, '' I ordered.

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

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

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't have a, '' I said but the familiar rush 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 full of my succus she held me tightly

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

'' It matters not to me, '' I admitted, `` Whether you 're filled or unfilled, I care null for you, nothing ! ``

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

'' naught, but I am fully grown soft, suck me, '' I ordered, `` It meant nothing to me, you 're a working girl so earn your tuppence and soak up me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' London sporting lady do n't object, '' I said, `` So suck ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her whisker and forced her head into my crotch.

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

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your vertebral column, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the foremost time so make yourself comfortable because this could take some time. ``

'' Yes sir, '' she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, `` Can I feel your manly chest 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 surplus threepence for you if your very, very nice to me. ``

'' Oh, give thanks you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my articulatio humeri and then with her deal upon my spine she held me to her.

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the tenuous British capital Rubber ship's company sleeves I habitually used spoiled my pleasure to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven.

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

She looked unconnected, 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 cyprian. ``

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

I looked her in the eye and took the comb from her hair and threw it in a turning point, and the ear rings, gently I extracted them and threw them away.

'' I shall disjoint you, and you shall be Lola my sporting lady, '' I said firmly.

'' But King John ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a sporting lady then have one, cooking cleaning and children for your day and on your back of an evening, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Indeed for nothing else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my safeguard slip and the consequence of ecstasy was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

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

It was raining harder now, `` cum here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my arm clear of the primer coat, `` I 'll comport you, '' I said and with a hand on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the left hand carried her back to the outrageous medieval Barnestone Manor.

'' Oh my Jehovah, '' Mrs nosepiece my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, `` What happened ? ``

'' I found this whore fornicating in the Greenwich Village, have her washed and chance her a smock would you. '' I asked.

'' But brothel keeper ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

'' Enough, '' I said, `` Do as say we can not have naked whores upstairs. '' and I left them.

The Brandy nursing bottle in my report was hollow, I threw it against the wall in frustration and watched the brown shards glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the 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 newspaper eccentric at the brothel theater, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bathtub before the kitchen range of mountains as Mrs Harry Bridges bathed her.

'' I have occupation in the village, '' I explained.

'' John please, do n't do anything goosy ! '' Clarissa warned.

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

The Morris car was there still, I went to take up it but the barrage fire was dead and I had no stomach for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my paper case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

congregation yet unpatriotic 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 plan of attack, `` I could n't find oneself you sir. '' he apologised.

'' Did you poke my wife ? '' I demanded, `` Or were you just my married woman 's pimp ! ``

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

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

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

'' Damn it, I 'll take ! '' I said though I had n't driven for years and toss his door wide.

He stepped down, `` As you wish sir. '' he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an approximation of a Kangaroo 's gait a series of bone jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the accelerator pedal and the clasp pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside act twenty eight, I swung the bankroll to a halt, `` Have a good joke at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the other side of meat of your question come future month, '' I added, `` colliery 's sold, James Mill 's sold and Estate 's sold, you wo n't own pauperism of a whore, you 'll ingest need of a bed for to sleep in ! ``

I punched the self dispatcher and lurched away, grinding to the pit to spread the news then onto the Mill.

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

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

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a bird tart.

'' My wife 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 plate away and retired to the sketch, then as Nox fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the pit brass band playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the instruments back to ache 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 hit the sack, '' I told Mrs Bridges and I went to my bed bathed in the privy side by side though in coldness water, and dressed in my childlike night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, `` ejaculate, '' I said and the room access opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a unproblematic white switch and carrying a jug of affectionate milk.

'' Mrs Bridges sent me sir, '' she said, `` will there be anything else sir begging your pardon. ``

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The slovenly 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 inhuman, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled open the blanket and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, warm the bed with your passion ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her transmutation and lofted it over her head.

'' OOhhh sir ! '' she trilled and her hands were upon my nightshirt lifting and my outgrowth released was swelling and, `` Yes, do it ! '' she said her eyes aflame, `` sleep together me ! ``

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

I kissed her neck, `` St. John the Apostle no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to stigmatize you as my own, '' I said as I left love bites on each other shoulder where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her share raked my back and arse with her finger nails as I took my joy as great white clouds of ether seemingly engulfed me until at length pounding rushing relief came like the cheekiness of a mountain waterfall and in the moistness and pleasure and relief as I held her so we slept.

The sun was senior high school in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the drapery, `` ejaculate back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

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

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

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

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will talk, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and soft yet hard intrusions that make my unanimous 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 like, it is you, from where did your passion come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of boys hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase cocotte, I admit, but noblewoman, girls, never boys, never anal intercourse, how can you think that of me ? ``

'' So how can you spurn me, '' she asked, `` A perfunctory union of a Saturday, 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 baulk, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

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

'' And for threepence will you pretend to get laid me Lola ? '' I asked.

'' If you promise to wrap up me in silks and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god John, just take me, hire me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your duty sir, you have need of an inheritor ! ``

I took grip of her by the shoulders and eased her down the bed until I could cut through her, my constituent slid within her component and our labor union was complete and we cared not that the handmaid heard every creaking 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 recollective white nightgown.

'' Sit down, '' I said, `` We need to blab out. ``

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

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

'' Cock, '' she agreed, `` It builds up, you know ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` But not all the clip ? ``

'' It builds up, '' she said again.

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a woman, every Night, '' I looked into her center, she looked interested.

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

'' Whores, 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 cuckold and humiliated you, is that what you are saying ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

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

'' I should thrash you, but to be fair it 's a huge moderation, `` I said. `` I did n't know how to tell you we are ruined but it does n't seem so important now. ``

'' And you 'll yield up the whores now ? '' she asked.

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

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` Satisfy me now privy, I demand expiation. ``

'' You little loose woman, '' I declared, and I took her by the shoulder joint and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .