Clarissa, original wife, actor 's whore pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the general strike of 1926.


I stood idly on the green goddess strewn platform with the blustery wind ruffling my thinly summer cause, as it rattled the interlock waiting elbow room doorway and rustled the boozer cow parsley on the now neglected station 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 pick me up in the Rolls Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station business firm across the road wearing shirt and braces where once he stood resplendent in dark serge and amber braid as he waved away the London railroad train but today times were hard, the post was now but a stay and he eked out an existence opening and closing the level crossing logic gate for the casual one coach Railmotor or rare string of coal beach waggon 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 goodness sir, '' he said.

pall twitched upstairs, Molly, Cardle 's eldest looked out, pathetic Molly, such a sweet girl when I knew her, clean plucked and working at manufacturing plant when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flat on her back all the hours of the day and night to put a gall in her comrade and sisters mouths. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horse what she earned in gewgaw on her back but the oecumenical hit killed our valley, our steam manufacturing plant lay idle and when the mines reopened our trade was gone and the miners stayed house and imbibe away their difficulty while their wives went to make for the streets of Leeds of an evening, coming home on the midnight train the whore 's express instead of working our looms.

But that was not my trouble, not any more, I had reached the end of my leash, had given up the unequal conflict and sold my shares in the family business firm to group of Jack London businessmen, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a tenth part of what they were once worth and I now waited to face Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed darling, so refined, elegant, charming but cold-blooded, icily cold, arctic, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't love me and neither did I fuck her, and while I spent William Ashley Sunday night through Saturday morning working in Leeds or London, going down on sleeping car train of a Billy Sunday 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 substantial dowery, we needed the money, her father believed she was a slight soul unsuited to a total marriage and thus from number of suer he chose me for her husband as he believed I was a bugger, Divine knows why, there was hardly a mill girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the office as a lad, back before my father gave up the struggle and passed on and so propelled me into trying to keep open his crumbling business empire afloat and give men who as youths had fought in the Great War a chance to bung their families despite the smasher and economic depression,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't like living in a four bed house in Leeds with only a cook and two handmaiden then she could beshrew well unite the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dowry of a hundred thousand pounds was gone, just one menage that was all we owned, a fortnight was all we had to vacate the black letter monstrosity of Barnestone hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the post government agency to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would institutionalize Word for Brabbinger to collect me, yet five minute of arc I had been waiting and there was no Rolls nor anything to be seen.

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

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

'' Very good Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly cast off my hat on the trading floor and stamped upon it I was so frustrated, damnit if mollie 's fiddling sister had been abroad surely I should sampled her without a s thought, but Molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more tighten up my fellow member to sample her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall walk, '' I said icily, `` Good day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my patent of invention leather shoe 's sol I set to walk through the village and up to the Hall one finish time.

The serried rows of theater looked unaccustomedly clean, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of smoke and their dusting of smoke junk now the Mill had fallen unsounded and the coal mine worked only one shaft on one transformation and that one-half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried social status of workess men queued outside the miner 's coat of arms waiting for Ted Harrods the Landlord to open up, each in their clean freshly laundered T. H. White shirts, wickedness pant and flat caps, a consistent dress if ever there was one, jobless lads, laddie thrown on the scrap muckle, spending the kiddies charity money on ale, what a waste.

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

Serried rank and file of houses, some beside the roadway with nothing but decent space for a push bike for a path but some with steep battlefront gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the channel, some like twenty six and eight with the bedrooms layer with the road it so steep was the rise.

There was a little Morris car, outside bit twenty eight I fancied, all in blackamoor, like our estate run about, hard topped, and four seats not two and a dickie like the old 1, it took my eye, debt aggregator no question, I thought, yet there were drape at the window of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was act 20 eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the device driver 's butt 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 remember the number of the estate car and I should give behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and sprang upon the rogue as if he were a debt collector or debt collectors man.

'' state your business enterprise ! '' I said.

'' Whup, '' the scalawag said, a intimate rogue indeed.

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

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

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

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

'' So, take me rest home ! '' I ordered. and I swung troll to the other side and squeezed through the door to join him in the strangle interior, `` driveway man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from Black person to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left Word of God, '' I said, `` Two fifteen from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the John Griffith Chaney and northward Eastern Railway can get here in under the round hour from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missus sir, '' he said, his tunic undone and his collar and hatless he looked a complete pigswill - about and a disgrace.

'' Just cause shit you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self starter 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 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 sporting house ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a infernal brothel in Barnestone ! ``

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

I threw the logic gate all-encompassing and I stormed down the clinker itinerary, between neatly tended Grass, and banged the door, `` Open up ! '' I ordered, `` spread out up for your Land Lord 's review ! ``

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

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

'' It 's Bond ! '' he said, `` jimmy bond certificate ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you hear that sir, that 's Wally Bulstrode up there right now poking her Mr 'Ardhaker sir ! ``

'' What are you blethering about man ? '' I demanded.

'' You 're a cuckold sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your forgiveness Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like Jimmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she jemmy ''

'' Upstairs now, you hear that Mr 'Ardhaker sir, that 's your missus being poked that is sir ! '' he leered.

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

They stood aside and I ascended the mean, specialize, bare boarded stairway, a oaf lounged at the top, `` Two Tanzanian shilling for a OK gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the encroachment of my right fist on his jaw raised his skull a full-of-the-moon 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 entrance was in a exhibitioner of splinters, two lads stood beside the bed, their approximate workmans overalls undone and hanging about their knees and their appendages rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted working girl who lay in her whitened underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an iron bed frame.

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

A golden haired whore, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the ivory comb that was my mother 's and her silver ear ring, a birthday present tense from myself.

'' Clarissa ! '' I wailed, `` What is the significance 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, `` trick ? ``

'' You bust jemmy 's threshold Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more stunned of the two stumblebum as they stood rearing and naked still.

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

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

'' We thought, begging your forgiveness sir, that you would be more upset sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his berm as he continued to poke her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no portion and part alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rust-brown fishplate I 'll be sure the dogs and bum each have middling shares of your gizzards ! ``

He leapt from her with alacrity leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her breasts aroused but though perfectly formed sadly deficient in volume and her cunt as the coarse workman 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 gawk with him and they crashed into a street corner of the sparsely furnished way entwined together like a twain of poofters.

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

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

'' And that 's you excuse ? '' I asked, `` That I never come home plate, then my excuse, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her hired hand, `` Come ! '' 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 double and she had to slide around to get her base to the side of the bed or I would have dragged her head first to the floor.

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

'' Who the amobarbital sodium blazes is Harry ? '' I asked.

'' My preventative, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a rubber rubber off his penis, a unfeigned heavy obligation reusable rubber like the fella would give used in the bang-up war.

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

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under faulting which was capable down the figurehead revealing her breasts and sex she was entirely and deliciously naked, `` lav No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the room and onto the stair, I almost sent her reeling with a genu in the small of her spine but at the last moment I forced her hand up her back instead.

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

'' Oh yes ! '' I agreed and I just ripped the fault away completely, `` Now you 're naked, as befits a cocotte ! ``

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

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

'' Please my shoes ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nothing, you 're to be a whore, whore 's ca n't yield shoe, you 're going to be a barefoot lady of pleasure so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a edible bean do you infer ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her favourable hair cascading to her pale knock shoulder and her free arm trying inadequately to get over her boob and her sex.

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

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

Brabbinger watched us approach and opened the car threshold for her, but I pushed her past the trivial Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of young men filed from the theater and were following us at a respectful distance.

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

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

'' I, '' I said, `` Have nothing to be ashamed of, she is the whore, fornicating with all comers ! ''

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

'' No, I 've seen the visible radiation, at last ! '' 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 vista of the valley over the allotment gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the shelter the sign provided the gusting wind seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the vale side, a few rain drop cloth spattered the route and in the distance a wagon train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the intersection gates for all to see but we had gone the wrongfulness way but by then the family were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My invertebrate foot, '' she protested, `` My poor pes ! ``

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

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

Brabbinger was following in the little 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 push Clarissa with a hand forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the house began to sink from heap over the newly horizon.

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

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' nada much, a house in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so distressed ! '' 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 knead her foot and then the pelting started.

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

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

I set her down on a straw bale.

'' No St. John the Apostle do n't, '' she said.

'' What ? '' I asked,

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

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a garish whore, a penny a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, Jack London docks. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually charge !, all those bloody long time 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, designate some decorum ! '' I ordered.

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

'' Clarissa, '' I protested, but she was undoing the buttons on my fly and then my bang, I should consume protested and stopped her but then my trouser were down and she bent her head and took the tip of my shaft into her mouth.

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

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

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

'' privy ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as traumatise as I that our trades union was so well-heeled so smooth, so natural.

'' cyprian, '' I chided, `` Milk me, make your muscularity and milk me you whore. ``

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

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

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

'' catch 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 whore ! ``

'' 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 sound, 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 stand for it to befall ! ``

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

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

'' Nothing, but I am grown piano, suck me, '' I ordered, `` It meant nothing to me, you 're a woman of the street so earn your twopence and suckle me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

'' Please, do n't tear my haircloth out ! '' she protested and she took my phallus and began to work out the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your back, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the first-class honours degree time so make yourself comfortable because this could take on some prison term. ``

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

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

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

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

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

She looked confused, 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 cocotte. ``

'' 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 corner, and the ear rings, gently I extracted them and threw them away.

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

'' But John ! '' she protested.

'' You want the liveliness of a sporting lady then birth one, cooking cleaning and tyke for your day and on your back of an eventide, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

'' And my acquaintance, '' 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 sentry go slip and the moment of ecstasy was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a bit and then I withdrew, took my crownwork 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 comb, `` leave it ! '' I ordered, `` number ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my weaponry acquit of the land, `` I 'll carry you, '' I said and with a hand on her bare derriere I carried her to the road and turning to the leftfield carried her rear to the hideous gothic Barnestone Manor.

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

'' I found this whore fornicating in the village, have her washed and line up her a smock would you. '' I asked.

'' But ma'am ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

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

The Brandy bottle in my subject was void, I threw it against the wall in defeat and watched the brown shard 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 roster, I realised I had left my entrust my composition case at the cathouse household, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen scope as Mrs Bridges bathed her.

'' I have business organization in the settlement, '' I explained.

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

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

The Morris car was there still, I went to come out it but the shelling was dead and I had no stomach for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my newspaper character which Brabbinger had saved for me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' hoot it, I 'll drive ! '' I said though I had n't driven for years and flung his room access 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 spring and bounds as I wrestled with the gun and the grasp pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside number 20 eight, I swung the Rolls to a halt, `` Have a good joke at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the other slope of your heads come adjacent month, '' I added, `` pit 's sold, John Stuart Mill 's sold and estate 's sold, you wo n't have need of a working girl, you 'll have need of a bed for to log Z's in ! ``

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

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the colliery managing director said, and he extended a hand, `` We appreciate your try sir, '' he said, `` No one could have done Sir Thomas More, '' and at the James Mill they were equally unsurprised.

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

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a raspberry tart.

'' My wife and I shall dissociate, '' 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 dark, have that strumpet Lola help you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my crustal plate away and retired to the report, then as dark fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery brass set playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the instruments back to fade 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 adjourn, '' I told Mrs Harry Bridges and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom contiguous though in dusty water, and dressed in my wide-eyed night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, `` Come, '' I said and the door opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simple blanched switch 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 slovenly woman I sampled earlier ? ``

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

'' Indeed, but my bed is cold, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled open the masking and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, warm the bed with your fondness ! '' 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 optic aflame, `` Love me ! ``

I held her and sweep onto the bed, slipping my feet beneath the book binding before pulling the blanket 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 denounce you as my own, '' I said as I left love chomp on each other shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her contribution raked my backrest and derriere with her digit nails as I took my pleasure as great whitened cloud of ether seemingly engulfed me until at length pounding rushing ease came like the freshness of a spate waterfall and in the moistness and pleasure and backup as I held her so we slept.

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

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

'' seed 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 whole being cry out with delight, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I John, Clarissa and Lola are one and the Lapplander, it is you, from where did your passion come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the anal sex of male child hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase cyprian, I admit, but ladies, fille, 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 jib, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

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

'' And for threepence will you make to have intercourse me Lola ? '' I asked.

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

I took hold of her by the shoulders and eased her down the bed until I could cover up her, my parts slid within her parts and our sum was complete and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every exclaiming of love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` But not all the fourth dimension ? ``

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

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a cleaning lady, every Night, '' I looked into her eyes, she looked interested.

'' A fair sex ? '' she said, `` I thought ? ``

'' Whores, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never throw an matter and. '' I thought before I said, `` Humiliate you. ``

'' While I have had all the men in the settlement 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 dark, '' she said, `` But, well, there were quite a lot of them. ``

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

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

'' I should thrash you, but to be comely it 's a vast relief, `` I said. `` I did n't recognize how to tell you we are ruined but it does n't look so important now. ``

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

'' When you are usable to me, '' I said, `` And you, the workingman ? ``

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

'' You minuscule strumpet, '' I declared, and I took her by the shoulder and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .