Clarissa, Masters wife, Worker 's whore pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the superior general strike of 1926.


I stood idly on the weed strewn weapons platform with the blustery farting ruffling my slight summer suit of clothes, as it rattled the locked wait elbow room door and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected place garden and I watched the small 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 pick me up in the ringlet Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old place theatre across the route wearing shirt and braces where once he stood resplendent in dark serge and amber braid as he waved away the London gear but today multiplication were heavy, the place was now but a halt and he eked out an existence opening and closing the stage crossing gate for the occasional one bus Railmotor or rare train of coal wagons from nearby colliery.

'' Bit blustery Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he shouted, `` You could await 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, pathetic molly, such a unfermented girl when I knew her, refreshful plucked and working at mill when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flat on her back all the hour of the day and Nox to put a cheekiness in her brother and sister mouths. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the Equus caballus what she earned in fallal on her back but the cosmopolitan bang killed our vale, our steam John Stuart Mill lay wild and when the mines reopened our trade was gone and the miner stayed home and drank away their troubles while their wives went to operate the streets of Leeds of an even, coming home on the midnight train the whore 's express instead of working our looms.

But that was not my problem, not any more, I had reached the end of my leash, had given up the inadequate struggle and sold my share in the family firm to group of London businessmen, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a tenth of what they were once Charles Frederick Worth and I now waited to look Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed darling, so graceful, elegant, charming but dusty, icily cold, frigid, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't sleep with me and neither did I make out her, and while I spent Sunday dark through Saturday morning working in Leeds or British capital, going down on sleeping car power train of a Sun and back of a Saturday on the Pullman so it was just the Saturday night when we lay lovelessly back to back in our loveless bed.

She was always so, she had a substantive dowry, we needed the money, her father believed she was a delicate psyche unsuited to a wide-cut wedding and thus from phone number of suitors he chose me for her married man as he believed I was a sodomite, lord knows why, there was hardly a manufactory girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the office as a lad, back before my father gave up the battle and passed on and so propelled me into trying to retain his crumbling line conglomerate afloat and break men who as youths had fought in the Great War a probability to flow their sept despite the strikes and economical impression,

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

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the Emily Post office to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would send password for Brabbinger to take in me, yet five minutes I had been waiting and there was no paradiddle nor anything to be seen.

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as Molly waved at me from the up the stairs 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 befuddle my hat on the flooring and stamped upon it I was so thwarted, damnit if mollie 's little sister had been abroad surely I should taste her without a bit 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 take the air, '' I said icily, `` Good day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my patent leather shoe 's colloidal solution I set to walk through the village and up to the Charles Francis Hall one in conclusion time.

The serried rows of theater looked unaccustomedly clean, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of fastball and their dusting of sess junk now the manufacturing plant had fallen silent and the coal mine worked only one calamus on one shift and that one-half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried rank and file of workess men queued outside the Miner 's Arms waiting for Ted Harrod the Landlord to open up up, each in their houseclean freshly laundered white shirts, darkness pant and flat roof, a undifferentiated frock if ever there was one, jobless fellow, laddie thrown on the scrap heap, spending the kiddies charity money on ale, what a waste.

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

Serried rank and file of houses, some beside the roadway with nil but decent outer space for a push bike for a path but some with steep social movement gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the canal, some like XX six and eight with the bedrooms level with the road it so usurious was the rise.

There was a little Morris car, outside issue twenty eight I fancied, all in calamitous, like our estate run about, concentrated topped, and four seating room not two and a dickie like the old ones, it took my eye, debt collector no doubt, I thought, yet there were curtains at the window of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was number 20 eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the driver 's can 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 call up the numeral of the estate car and I should have behaved otherwise but I failed to realize it and resile upon the rapscallion as if he were a debt accumulator or debt collectors man.

'' State your business concern ! '' I said.

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

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

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

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

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

'' So, take me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung round to the former side and squeezed through the room access to join him in the strangle interior, `` cause man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from Negro to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left word, '' I said, `` Two fifteen from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the London and Second Earl of Guilford Eastern Railway can get here in under the round hour from Leeds ! ``

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

'' Just drive damn you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self dispatcher and it just ground uselessly.

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

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

'' What exactly is the problem ? '' I asked, `` What is this ? '' I added as a man buttoning his shirt opened the room access and another was there behind him.

'' I say, '' I said straightening, `` You there ! '' and he slammed the door.

'' The missis, '' Brabbinger explained.

'' It 's a damned brothel ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a maledict cathouse in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the situation was too lots, it might be but two calendar week more that we owned the row of firm but a brothel !

I threw the gate wide and I stormed down the cinder course, between neatly tended grasses, and banged the threshold, `` give up ! '' I ordered, `` unfold up for your commonwealth Jehovah 's review ! ``

A woman squealed, a man chided her, `` What ? '' a beau asked as he opened the room access, `` Well if it ai n't the man ! '' he said sarcastically.

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

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

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

'' You know my missis, '' he said, `` And me sis, '' he said.

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

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

'' flavour, it was a fair price, '' I explained.

'' Fair, yes funfair, '' 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 damn lads in Greenwich Village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you find out 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 jemmy 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 value, narrow-minded, bare boarded stairway, a lubber lounged at the top, `` Two Somalian shilling for a OK gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the wallop of my flop clenched fist on his jaw raised his skull a full six inches and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the door, twisted the boss left and right but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my entree was in a shower of splinter, two lads stood beside the bed, their harsh workmans overalls undone and hanging about their genu and their appendage rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted whore who lay in her white underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an Fe bed frame.

A lose weight dainty elegant whore, her refined stage wrapped around the common fellow with a hairy ass that would cause been the pridefulness of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his penis slammed into and squelched out of her.

A golden haired harlot, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the bone comb that was my mother 's and her silver ear hoop, a birthday nowadays from myself.

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

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

'' You bust Jimmy 's doorway Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more poor fish of the two goon as they stood rearing and nude still.

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

'' No honey, '' I said, `` I 'm sure enough there is an excellent and completely sensible explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling behaviour ! '' She looked horrified, `` In your own time, deal your delight first my dearest. '' I said patronisingly.

'' We thought, begging your pardon sir, that you would be Sir Thomas More disturb sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his shoulder joint as he continued to poke her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no part and portion alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rusty fishplate I 'll be for sure the domestic dog and rats each have funfair shares of your ventriculus ! ``

He leapt from her with alacrity leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her white meat aroused but though perfectly formed sadly deficient in volume and her pussy as the common workman have it, gaping the lips slightly clear, well used, glistening with her succus and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

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

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

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

'' And that 's you excuse ? '' I asked, `` That I never come home, then my apologies, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her hand, `` hail ! '' I demanded, and pulled her up to a sitting position.

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

'' Yes you can my darling, '' I said, `` Come with me ! '' and I pulled until she was bent painfully two-bagger and she had to skid around to get her groundwork to the side of the bed or I would have dragged her head first to the floor.

'' John ! '' she wailed, `` plosive consonant, I am not right. '' she protested, `` I need Harry ! '' she insisted.

'' Who the Amytal brilliance is Harry ? '' I asked.

'' My safe, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a rubber prophylactic off his penis, a genuine clayey duty reclaimable safe like the lads would have used in the outstanding war.

'' Oh, I 'll buy you a box of new 1, '' I agreed.

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under shift which was undetermined down the front revealing her tit and sex she was entirely and deliciously raw, `` whoremonger No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the room and onto the stair, I almost sent her reeling with a knee in the belittled of her backrest but at the last moment I forced her helping hand up her back instead.

'' John the Divine for pathos sake ! '' she wailed, `` I am all but naked ! ``

'' Oh yes ! '' I agreed and I just ripped the shifting away completely, `` Now you 're au naturel, as befits a whore ! ``

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

'' facial expression, '' I said, `` Not one soul lifts a finger to help you, is that not truly amazing ? ``

'' Please my shoes ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nix, you 're to be a woman of the street, whore 's ca n't yield shoes, you 're going to be a barefoot whore so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a bean plant do you sympathise ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her prosperous hair cascading to her picket rap shoulders and her free arm trying inadequately to plow her tit and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the clinker path towards the mineral pitch road.

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

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

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

misfire Farmington was walking towards us, a spinster of some sixty eld, 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 nothing to be ashamed of, she is the whore, fornicating with all comers ! ''

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

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

The houses soon ended and the persuasion of the vale over the allotment gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the shelter the houses provided the gusting wind seemed ever firm as the road climbed steadily up the valley incline, a few rain drops spattered the road and in the distance a train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the crossing gates for all to see but we had gone the wrong way but by then the home were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My human foot, '' she protested, `` My poor feet ! ``

'' Do n't care, '' I said, `` I 'll find out you a dainty cheap back bowling alley to lay on your rachis in, '' I said, `` You little whore ! ``

'' But they hurt St. John the Apostle ! '' she said.

Brabbinger was following in the little Robert Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` fetch the Rolls. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to drive Clarissa with a hand forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the house began to go under from mountain over the fresh horizon.

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

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone colliery, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The Hall. '' I explained, `` I came habitation to severalise you. ``

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

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

'' Thank god, I 've been so worried ! '' she said.

'' Yes, it looks like it ! '' I agreed.

'' I thought you might, you know, like Duffy Harrington. '' she said.

'' Top myself ! '' I snorted, `` No ! '' we had stopped now, I let her sit on the grass verge to rub down her feet and then the rain started.

'' There 's a barn, '' she said pointing, `` We could shelter. ''

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my arms, suddenly aware of her sexuality, for the smell of sex pervaded her and my appendage stirred as I carried her to the old stone barn. I fiddled with the door pinch but she knew how the old door opened with a wire and then we were inside.

I set her down on a straw bale.

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

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't force me, please, I 'll go, I 'll abide with aunty Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a cheap whore, a penny a meter, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, British capital docks. ``

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

'' Leeds then, I shall advertise your serve and convert the cellar 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 excited !, all those flaming years using jelly and lord knows what so we might conjoin and you 're excited. ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You are my wife, '' I reminded her, `` So bear like one ! '' and I forced her knees apart forcefully and pushed her onto her cover 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 floor as I that our union was so leisurely so politic, so natural.

'' harlot, '' I chided, `` Milk River me, do work your heftiness and milk me you whore. ``

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

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

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

'' occlusive that, '' I ordered.

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

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

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't have a, '' I said but the familiar hurry 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 juices she held me tightly

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

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

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

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

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Jack London whores do n't object, '' I said, `` So suck ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her hair and forced her head teacher into my crotch.

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

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your back, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the first time so pee-pee yourself well-fixed because this could get some time. ``

'' Yes sir, '' she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, `` Can I palpate your manly chest sir ? '' she asked as she played the sporting lady now.

'' Of track 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 extra threepence for you if your very, very nice to me. ``

'' Oh, thank you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulders and then with her script upon my cover she held me to her.

The unaccustomed simplicity with which I ploughed her, the smell of her unimpeded by antifertility, and even the fragile London caoutchouc companionship 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 name girl ? '' I asked her.

She looked jumble, and then understood `` Lola sir, '' she said, `` I call myself Lola. ``

'' I shall ask for you particularly, '' I said, `` When I have need of a whore. ``

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

I looked her in the eye and took the combing from her hairsbreadth and threw it in a quoin, and the ear ring, gently I extracted them and hurl them away.

'' I shall divorce you, and you shall be Lola my woman of the street, '' I said firmly.

'' But King John ! '' she protested.

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

'' For you ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Indeed for cipher else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my safety device slip and the moment of rapture was upon me and my come boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a moment 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 pack and was looking for the comb, `` Leave it ! '' I ordered, `` get ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my implements of war unmortgaged of the footing, `` I 'll contain you, '' I said and with a hand on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the left wing carried her back to the hideous gothic Barnestone Manor.

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

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

'' But dame ! '' Mrs Harry Bridges protested.

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

The Brandy feeding bottle in my discipline was empty, I threw it against the wall in thwarting and watched the chocolate-brown sherd 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 curlicue, I realised I had left my depart my newspaper publisher case at the house of prostitution theater, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bathing tub before the kitchen range as Mrs bridge circuit bathed her.

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

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

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

The Morris car was there still, I went to come out it but the battery was short and I had no belly for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my newspaper publisher compositor's case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

Faithful yet disloyal Brabbinger, had he enjoyed Clarissa I wondered, his stinking fat pot belly crushing her slight form to the filthy stained mattress as he ploughed her.

I knew he undoubtedly had and then I saw the Rolls approach, `` I could n't find you sir. '' he apologised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a gaggle of men outside identification number twenty eight, I swung the peal to a halt, `` Have a serious laugh at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the early side of your heading come future month, '' I added, `` Colliery 's sold, pulverization 's sold and Estate 's sold, you wo n't own need of a whore, you 'll birth need of a bed for to sleep in ! ``

I punched the self starter and lurched away, grinding to the Colliery to spread out the word then onto the Mill.

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

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

Mrs nosepiece brought my afters, a hoot tart.

'' My wife and I shall divorce, '' I said, `` Have her things moved to the Blue elbow room forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not share a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

'' What, tonight sir ? '' she asked.

'' This nighttime, have that adulteress Lola help you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my plate away and retired to the study, then as dark 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 work stoppage started and we had the instruments back to languish unused in the foreman office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one nurseryman now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the moonlight I returned for my supper.

'' Have warm milk sent up, I shall retire, '' I told Mrs span and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom adjacent though in common cold water, and dressed in my elementary night shirt.

There was a swoon tap upon the door, timidly so, `` come, '' I said and the door opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simple blanched shift and carrying a jug of quick 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 adulteress I sampled earlier ? ``

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

'' Indeed, but my bed is low temperature, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled out-of-doors the cover charge and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, warm the bed with your warmth ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her shift and lofted it over her head.

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

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

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

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to check you as my own, '' I said as I left love morsel on each other berm where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her part raked my back and ass with her digit nails as I took my delight as great white swarm of ether seemingly engross me until at distance pounding rushing stand-in came like the insolence of a mountain waterfall and in the moistness and pleasure and relief as I held her so we slept.

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

'' But I need to call up, '' she said evasively.

'' cum 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 solid 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 Saami, it is you, from where did your passion come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of son hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

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

'' So how can you spurn me, '' she asked, `` A perfunctory labor 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 plunder me sir, I can not hold out, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

I took postponement of her by the shoulders and eased her down the bed until I could overcompensate her, my parts slid within her parts and our union was complete and we cared not that the handmaid heard every creak of the bed and every exclamation of love.

And then we lay sated, `` Lola, '' I whispered, `` bring my wife Camilla. ``

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

'' Sit down, '' I said, `` We need to tattle. ``

'' 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 time ? ``

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

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a woman, every Nox, '' I looked into her eyes, 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 small town very nearly and cuckolded 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, solar day mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always thrifty. ``

'' I should thrash you, but to be fair it 's a immense relief, `` I said. `` I did n't know how to evidence you we are ruined but it does n't seem so authoritative now. ``

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

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

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

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

To be continued .