Clarissa, maestro wife, Worker 's tart pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the world-wide hit of 1926.


I stood idly on the sens strewn platform with the blustery wind ruffling my thin summer cause, as it rattled the locked waiting room doorway and rustled the profuse cow parsley on the now neglected station 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 break up me up in the Rolls Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station house across the road wearing shirt and braces where once he stood resplendent in dark serge and gold braid as he waved away the London train but today times were hard, the place was now but a arrest and he eked out an existence opening and closing the level crossing gates for the occasional one double-decker Railmotor or rare train of coal wagons from nearby colliery.

'' Bit blustery Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he shouted, `` You could look 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, mollie, Cardle 's eldest looked out, poor mollie, such a sweet girlfriend when I knew her, fresh plucked and working at manufactory when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flat on her back all the hour of the day and night to put a impudence in her brother and sis back talk. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horses what she earned in bauble on her back but the superior general tap killed our valley, our steam grind lay idle and when the mines reopened our patronage was gone and the miners stayed home and salute away their worry while their married woman went to bring the streets of Leeds of an eventide, coming home base on the midnight train the cyprian 's express mail instead of working our looms.

But that was not my trouble, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the inadequate struggle and sold my plowshare in the family house to group of London business community, imbecile to a man I believed, sold out for a tenth of what they were once worth and I now waited to face Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed favorite, so graceful, elegant, charming but cold, icily cold, gelid, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't bed me and neither did I love her, and while I spent Sunday night through Sabbatum forenoon working in Leeds or London, going down on sleeping car train of a Sunday and back of a Sat 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 dowry, we needed the money, her father believed she was a frail soul unsuited to a full married couple and thus from identification number of suitors he chose me for her hubby as he believed I was a sodomite, God Almighty 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 continue his crumbling business empire afloat and impart men who as youthfulness had fought in the Great War a opportunity to feed their phratry despite the smasher and economical economic crisis,

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 James Cook and two servants then she could imprecate well connect the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her portion of a hundred thousand pounds was gone, just one house that was all we owned, a fortnight was all we had to renounce the black letter monster of Barnestone Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the post federal agency to say I would be on the two XV from Leeds, and she assured me she would send out word for Brabbinger to garner me, yet five minute of arc I had been waiting and there was no curlicue 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 Accho, '' I said.

'' Very good Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly threw my hat on the flooring and stamped upon it I was so bilk, damnit if Molly 's fiddling Sister had been abroad surely I should taste her without a indorsement view, but Molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more tighten up my member to try 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 soles I set to walk through the village and up to the residence one finally time.

The serried rowing of theater looked unaccustomedly clear, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of roll of tobacco and their dusting of smoking debris now the Mill had fallen understood and the coal mine worked only one shaft on one switch and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried social station of workess men queued outside the miner 's weapon waiting for Ted Harrods the Landlord to open up, each in their clean freshly laundered white shirts, nighttime trousers and flat caps, a uniform apparel if ever there was one, jobless lads, fella thrown on the fight bus, spending the kiddies charity 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 berth do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

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

There was a slight Morris car, outside identification number xx eight I fancied, all in melanize, like our acres run about, hard topped, and four seats not two and a dickey-seat like the old ones, it took my eye, debt gatherer no dubiousness, I thought, yet there were mantle at the window of 20 eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was turn twenty eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the device driver 's tail 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 bit of the estate car and I should have behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and ricochet upon the scalawag as if he were a debt collector or debt collectors man.

'' State your business ! '' I said.

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

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

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

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

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

'' So, look at me place ! '' I ordered. and I swung beat to the other English and squeezed through the door to join him in the cramped interior, `` driveway man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from black to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left Logos, '' I said, `` Two fifteen from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the London and northward Eastern railway system can get here in under the round hr from Leeds ! ``

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

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

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

He honked the motor 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 missus, '' Brabbinger explained.

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

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

I threw the logic gate wide of the mark and I stormed down the cinder route, between neatly tended grasses, and banged the door, `` Open up ! '' I ordered, `` Open up for your farming God Almighty 's inspection ! ``

A cleaning lady squealed, a man chided her, `` What ? '' a fellow asked as he opened the doorway, `` 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 attachment ! '' he said, `` Jimmy James Bond ! ``

'' 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 form. ``

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

'' Look, it was a mediocre cost, '' I explained.

'' Fair, yes fair, '' 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 crashing fella 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 wander sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your forgiveness Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like jemmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she jemmy ''

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

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

They stood aside and I ascended the mean, nail down, bare boarded stairway, a lout lounged at the top, `` Two shillings for a fine gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the impact of my redress fist on his jaw raised his skull a full six inch and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the room access, twisted the knob left and rectify but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my incoming was in a exhibitioner of sliver, two lads stood beside the bed, their scratchy workmans overalls undone and hanging about their knees and their extremity rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their protagonist ploughed a painted whore who lay in her whiteness underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an atomic number 26 bed frame.

A melt off dainty elegant whore, her graceful legs wrapped around the rough-cut fellow with a hirsute ass that would have been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his phallus slammed into and squelched out of her.

A golden haired whore, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my disbursement as evidenced by the tusk comb that was my mother 's and her silver ear pack, a birthday present tense 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 pudden-head of the two oafs as they stood rearing and naked still.

'' Gospel According to John, oh god King John, but you 're not due until Sabbatum ! '' Clarissa protested,

'' No dearest, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there is an fantabulous and completely reasonable account ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling conduct ! '' She looked horrified, `` In your own time, remove your pleasure first my dear. '' I said patronisingly.

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

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no part and part alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your viscera with a rusty fishplate I 'll be sure the dogs and rats each have fair share of your ventriculus ! ``

He leapt from her with alacrity leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her breasts aroused but though perfectly formed sadly lacking in volume and her cunt as the common working man have it, gaping the sassing 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 turning point of the sparsely furnished room entwined together like a pair of poofters.

'' Are you relinquish Clarissa, have you sentence to explain your conduct 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, then my apologia, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her hand, `` arrive ! '' 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 fundament to the side of the bed or I would have dragged her head first to the floor.

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

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

'' My prophylactic, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a gumshoe safe off his penis, a genuine punishing duty reusable prophylactic like the cuss would have used in the smashing war.

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

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under transmutation which was open down the front revealing her tit and sex she was entirely and deliciously au naturel, `` Saint John the Apostle No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the elbow room and onto the step, I almost sent her reeling with a knee in the small of her back but at the last second I forced her bridge player up her back instead.

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

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

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

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

'' Please my shoes ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nothing, you 're to be a harlot, woman of the street 's ca n't yield shoes, you 're going to be a barefoot tart so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a noggin do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but let me to plume, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her aureate pilus cascading to her pallid pink shoulders and her liberal arm trying inadequately to cover her white meat 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 act, knowing now their turn was denied, their discharge fornication denied for this good afternoon at the very least.

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

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

Miss Farmington was walking towards us, a old maid of some sixty 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 naught to be ashamed of, she is the woman of the street, fornicating with all comers ! ''

'' He has gone entirely mad young lady Farmington, '' Clarissa insisted.

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

The houses soon ended and the view of the vale over the allotment gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the protection the houses provided the gusting wind seemed ever firm as the road climbed steadily up the vale side, a few pelting drop curtain 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 unseasonable way but by then the theater were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My feet, '' she protested, `` My poor base ! ``

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

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

Brabbinger was following in the fiddling Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` Fetch the roller. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to push Clarissa with a bridge player forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the sign began to bury from heap over the fresh horizon.

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

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' aught much, a house 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 dope verge to massage her feet and then the pelting started.

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

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my limb, suddenly aware of her sexuality, for the smell of sex pervaded her and my process stirred as I carried her to the old stone b. 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 stubble bale.

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

'' What ? '' I asked,

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

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a crummy woman of the street, a centime a clip, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, London docks. ``

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

'' Leeds then, I shall push your services and convince the basement into a dungeon. '' I explained and my quarter round was between her legs probing.

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

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually excited !, all those all-fired years using jelly and lord knows what so we might conjoin and you 're excited. ''

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

'' Of line you can, usher some decorum ! '' I ordered.

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

'' Clarissa, '' I protested, but she was undoing the push on my fly and then my belt, I should accept protested and stopped her but then my pant were down and she bent her foreland and took the tip of my puppet 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 wife, '' I reminded her, `` So behave like one ! '' and I forced her knees apart forcefully and pushed her onto her book binding as she lay on the straw and guided my manhood within her.

'' can ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as appalled as I that our union was so slowly so politic, so natural.

'' Whore, '' I chided, `` Milk me, play your muscles 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 prostitute with a nestling in tow.

'' Your minor, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her sinew rippled.

'' stopover that, '' I ordered.

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

'' 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 globe 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 juice she held me tightly

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

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

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

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

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' Suck my extremity, suck it arduous. '' I proposed.

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

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

'' Please, do n't tear my hair out ! '' she protested and she took my penis and began to solve the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your backrest, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the low metre so lay down yourself comfortable because this could take some clip. ``

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

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

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

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the slim down Jack London Rubber company sleeves I habitually used spoiled my joy 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 mix up, 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 fetch up sir, please, my back is breaking. ``

I looked her in the eye and took the coxcomb from her whisker and threw it in a corner, and the ear annulus, gently I extracted them and threw them away.

'' I shall divorce you, and you shall be Lola my working girl, '' I said firmly.

'' But John Lackland ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life story of a whore then hold one, cooking cleanup and children for your day and on your back of an evening, '' 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 safety device slip and the import of rapture was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a present 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 rings and was looking for the comb, `` leave alone it ! '' I ordered, `` come up ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my arms clear of the ground, `` I 'll sway you, '' I said and with a mitt on her bare tail end I carried her to the road and turning to the left wing carried her back to the hideous mediaeval Barnestone Manor.

'' Oh my lord, '' Mrs bridge deck my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, `` What happened ? ``

'' I found this cyprian fornicating in the small town, have her washed and obtain her a smock would you. '' I asked.

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

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

The Brandy bottle in my study was empty, 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 paradiddle, I realised I had left my go forth my paper case at the brothel house, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen reach as Mrs Bridges bathed her.

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

'' whoremaster 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 set forth it but the assault and battery was deadened and I had no stomach for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my composition causa which Brabbinger had saved for me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' damn it, I 'll repulse ! '' I said though I had n't driven for year and dispose his threshold 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 serial of bone jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the gas and the clench pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside phone number twenty eight, I swung the gyre to a halt, `` Have a good laugh at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the former English of your heads come next month, '' I added, `` colliery 's sold, manufactory 's sold and estate of the realm 's sold, you wo n't have want of a prostitute, you 'll have demand of a bed for to sleep in ! ``

I punched the self crank and lurched away, grinding to the Colliery to circulate the news show then onto the Mill.

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

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

Mrs bridge circuit brought my dessert, a raspberry tart.

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

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

'' This dark, have that trollop Lola avail you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my plate away and retired to the bailiwick, then as Nox fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery organization band playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the instruments back to waste unused in the foreman office.

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

'' Have warm milk sent up, I shall retire, '' I told Mrs bridge circuit and I went to my bed bathed in the privy adjacent though in moth-eaten water, and dressed in my simple nighttime shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, `` cum, '' I said and the door opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simple white shift and carrying a jug of lovesome milk.

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

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The strumpet 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 cold, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled heart-to-heart the cover charge and slid in, `` Nakedly little girl, warm the bed with your warmheartedness ! '' 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 workforce were upon my nightshirt lifting and my appendage released was swelling and, `` Yes, do it ! '' she said her eyes aflame, `` Love me ! ``

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

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

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to mark you as my own, '' I said as I left love bit on each other shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her percentage raked my dorsum and buttocks with her finger nails as I took my pleasure as corking white clouds of ether seemingly immerse me until at duration pounding rushing relief came like the freshness of a mountain waterfall and in the damp 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, `` Come back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to utter. ``

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

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

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

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will verbalize, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and piano yet grueling intrusion that make my unit being cry out with delight, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I whoremonger, Clarissa and Lola are one and the Same, it is you, from where did your cacoethes follow, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of boy hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase whores, I admit, but Lady, missy, never boys, never buggery, 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 dishonor 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 pretend to have it away me Lola ? '' I asked.

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

I took delay of her by the shoulders and eased her down the bed until I could wrap up her, my section slid within her share and our conjugation was complete and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every exclamation 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.

'' 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 charwoman, every night, '' I looked into her optic, she looked interested.

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

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

'' While I have had all the men in the village 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, days mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always careful. ``

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

'' And you 'll cave in 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, `` fill me now John, I demand satisfaction. ``

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

To be continued .