Merrie England, in the 17th century ...

The sunshine twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old Lucy Stone bridge beside the village church.

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

She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one final day of freedom ? '' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up, St. John the Apostle, Godhead Caisterdale 's son, her childhood admirer looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

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

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

'' A suitable dude, indeed a lucky fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities one could care for in an Arch Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full fountainhead she would never succumb to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the virginal membrane of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the overlord of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

'' Yes, '' she said turning to gaze steadfastly at the water, `` I shall be there, it is the tradition. ``

He reigned in his horse and whirled around, `` Yes ? '' he said, `` Surely not ? ``

'' Yes, I shall be there, '' she repeated.

'' But you do n't sympathize, '' he said hopelessly, `` Father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to discourage of the universe of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a cosmos away from Caisterdale where wenches cavorted wantonly for pennies, a world into which in a few furious moments his own father would actuate her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand total well, '' she said, `` It is uncivilised, half the first borns of the village have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right wing, and if the base servant girls must succumb then so must I. ``

He wanted to look into her heart, to see her soul but she stared through her record book and into a mankind far beyond.

'' I shall not provide it ! '' Saint John the Apostle announced, `` Not you, with begetter, it is repulsive, why not so long ago we were as crony and sister playing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden whisker, glinted off her engagement ring, shone favourable upon her shapely ankles and the curve of her neck, he felt inspiration, but she turned towards him once more and the moment was gone.

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall make an fantabulous vicar 's married woman. ``

'' Indeed, '' he agreed, `` A vicar 's daughter become a vicar 's wife, it is, '' he paused seeing her irritation, `` As if ordained by the lord almighty, '' he said pompously.

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

The reprimand stung, had any former maid said it it would birth been as nothing, had it been a retainer girl she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for recollective than he could remember and her opinion mattered.

'' I suppose we shall meet occasionally ? '' he queried as he struggled to descend to terms with the practicalities of Sarah 's forthcoming mrriage.

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The spirit of a Vicar 's wife is entirely wide-cut of good works and endless mind numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her leger down in anger, `` I could scarce countenance the excitement. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole date had been somewhat of a impact, his regular visits to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would miss her as he would a sis, and the thought process she was to espouse disturbed him deeply.

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

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

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

'' Miss Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not arrive until nighttime, '' his don averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you finis forewent the pleasure of the Dog and duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have business beginner, '' he insisted.

'' good story business, scallywag business organization ? '' his don chided.

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

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the thing father, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be young woman Haverthorpe 's father, it is quite uncomely ! ``

'' I had no relation back with the mother I assure you, '' Lord Caisterdale admitted, `` But in part you are right field. ``

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

'' And therein you stupor and amaze me, '' John sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His mother sat dash vertical, `` And the upshot is I have forbidden your male parent to fornicate with misfire Sarah or indeed any more than maiden over. ''

'' It 's my mettle son, '' the God Almighty said, `` It pains me. ``

'' Oh poor Miss Haverthorpe, '' John the Evangelist sneered.

'' Poor misfire Haverthorpe indeed, '' his female parent insisted, `` Suffering your fumblings instead. ``

'' What ? '' John the Divine protested.

'' Why the duty devolves to you, '' she insisted, `` Now perform it honourably ! ``

'' But we played together ! '' lav insisted, `` I can not assault her, she is nothing but a tike ! ``.

'' Bah humbug, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swellings atop her chest of drawers ? '' she asked, `` No you must seize her roughly and claim her, buck away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your tariff Charles. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' lav 's forefather admitted, `` For the chaste wench the inaugural usurpation is excruciation and the incrimination for that pain and hurt must fall to the Signeur, so that the foremost conjunctive betwixt husband and married woman might be soft and gentle and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I weary a skin ? '' John the Evangelist asked.

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

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

Johns Father of the Church frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his female parent confided, `` But there are demarcation John, there is only so much a woman can read. ``

'' One damned tyke, twenty two long time, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say Grace dear the repast grows frigidity, '' ma'am Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the wide-eyed bitch repast before them.

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

'' Excellent Beef Charles I, one of ours ? '' his mother exclaimed.

His sire put down his fork, `` For you see John if you rouse the dame gently, kiss her, finger her teats, sense her womanhood gently, probe it, leave it to mature and spread out gently and ease and tease the maidenhead asunder the wench will yen for you, even days after she will see her man as second best and you as her one genuine lover, so be brutal to be variety John Lackland. ``

'' He has all sorts of straps and gizmo and whips you my use, he even has stocks to take the wench 's ankles and radiocarpal joint all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not stand firm. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A life-time assembling effectual in every circumstance. ``

'' Apart from last time ? '' she added.

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

'' She lost her maidenhead to a chair leg John, how undignified ! '' his female parent declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten clip worse, your mother did the poking, '' john 's male parent insisted, `` No can, tis your responsibility now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' John 's father insisted, `` Such childish ways must be set aside, she 's not been a youngster these two years, smell at her chest of drawers, those crimson lips, the gilded scroll, are you blind, why half the hamlet think you lovers ! ``

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

The meal passed and with the nightfall came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the funeral undertaker cart as was the custom.

'' Sarah ! '' King John 's female parent welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your happy day ! ``

Sarah looked at the floor unhappily, `` Indeed it is Lady Caisterdale. ``

lavatory 's female parent replied cheerily, `` sunniness up my beloved, tomorrow will get across with glorious sun and only happiness will wait you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are proved correct, '' Sarah agreed.

Charles I stepped forward, `` It seems such a unretentive clip since you and John played together in this very room, and now he is twenty and one and you can not be far off the same.

'' It is indiscreet to ask a peeress her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost twenty and one and as father says an unmarried wench of twenty one is a sad, sour and disgruntled one. ``

'' Yes indeed, '' Charles agreed, `` But we have business to transact, do you hold your robes child ? '' he asked.

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

'' Quite so, '' Charles Stuart interjected, `` Sadly my heart is no longer capable. ``

'' Oh thank god, I was so frightened ! '' Sarah gasped with evident relief.

'' So whoremaster will perforce look at on the tariff, '' he continued.

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

'' It was not my choice but it is for the best, '' lavatory assured her, `` estimable for all. ``

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

'' Enough, '' John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall suffer cook bring a scold 's bridle and secrecy you. Now come with me and I shall show you the post and do what I may to relieve the worrying. ``

Sarah stared open mouthed but refrained and steadying her mettle she followed lavatory 's mother upstairs.

The irregular best guest chamber was cook already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal white rag, wine and lemon barley piss were provided and towels and bowls of water.

A chair, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabrum of sixteen candles shone like sunlight, full-bodied rugs carpeted the story and all was as opulent as any bawd 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her vestal white teddy without demurrer, she wore no under matter nor stays as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's female parent offered her level-headed advice, `` The affair is Sarah, that low fourth dimension can be an suffering of the low rules of order and some girls never forgive their husbands for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the harm then it matters not. ''

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

noblewoman Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of mahogany stock split in two with four hollow and a hinge pin and hold with a pad curl to harbor it miserly, `` Charles finds this efficacious on social function, '' she added, `` Your wrist joint and ankles through the hole, about efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happy times.

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

'' No, to the perverse, '' the older woman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to have you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating savage he has become and thank your genius for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh Godhead, '' Sarah sighed a she heard pace approach.

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

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

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

John the Divine bolted the threshold behind him.

'' in force eventide, '' he said awkwardly, `` Can I get you anything ? ``

'' No, I am content, just do your tariff, '' Sarah said nobly.

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front end patio by the natural spring, '' she replied, `` Of grade on the bed ! ``

'' Yes, '' he laughed awkwardly.

'' So, '' she probed, `` What are you waiting for ? ``

He stood immobile, `` Yes indeed. ``

'' So disrobe, '' she said, `` And ravish me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of course of action, '' and he set about removing his cap, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slider, drogue, vest, breech and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

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

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or dawn shall be with us, disrobe and be done ! ``

'' Ah, '' he said awkwardly, as he hesitated to throw away his underthings.

'' Down ! '' she snapped and grabbed his under rear of barrel which tore as the drawstring was still fastened and the underpart fell to the floor, while the waistcloth remained, `` Oh ! ``

His appendage hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not stimulate you ? '' she asked.

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

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

He went to push her away, but as his hands went to her articulatio humeri so he was suddenly aware of the feminine swell of her breast and the outline of her pap against the cut white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her shift aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her golden whisker aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to reconcile her womanly figure with his anamnesis of her mounting trees and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her finger instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his dick as deftly as any cyprian and as her hill touched his thorax for the showtime prison term so he began to get aroused.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as he held her tightly, `` Please ! ``

His process reared against her, `` On the bed, '' he said urgently.

She led him by the bridge player and flung back the bed apparel, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a silken belt around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

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

'' assault me ! '' she cried.

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

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

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

He kissed her cervix once more and his finger sought her teats, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his sassing were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her teeth, `` Oh. ``

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another cocotte after all, his fears that he might be unequal to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would turn out moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the intimacy afforded.

He relished her excitation, her picayune gasps as he squeezed her teat, her ineffective attempts to advertize him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the clock time was ripe.

His finger's breadth moved to the soft down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt dampness, he explored and there for the first time he found the moist spot which eased into a hole and then a slot for one two and then three fingers. He inserted a pollex, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to magnify the scissure, the force made his thumb ache but moistness increased a hundred fold and his thumb slipped ever deeper until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his pelvic arch to range her and gently eased his knees between her second joint parting them and spreading her articulatio genus all-encompassing, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the pinkish softness of the sheepfold of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare outgrowth into her womanhood.

He revelled in the superstar of anatomy on material body, his whole humanness tingled as it eased relentlessly into the stringent fogginess engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of sense datum coursing through his bare member, amplified twice or a thousand fourth dimension by the absence of the thick propylactic sheath he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increase resistance, he thrust with his hips, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her flesh and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the superstar overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his mind and he saw all the joyfulness of brotherhood as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in can 's tender kisses, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in equal measure and with her increasing her agitation so the number of fingers increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his mesomorphic quarter round was stretching her, she heard a groan, could it be her own spokesperson ? and then his manhood, warm and muscular easing within her private place which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A legal brief flash of botheration, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her nub soared, and near of all the sensations she had been assured were suffering were zero but XTC as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his finger's breadth caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of passion would engross her he quenched the fires with a violent stream of love.

For John it was a net kiss, a tweaked teat to produce her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a torrent of seed pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A torrent unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the here and now shoemaker's last as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing surge until it stilled.

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

She pushed him away and wriggled free of his embrace as his humanness shrank.

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

'' I eased you, to hold open you the hurt, '' he insisted.

'' You made sleep together to me, it is inexcusable, '' she protested as she grasped a cloth and wiped away the moisture from her innards..

'' You aroused me, '' he challenged, `` Did I make you hemorrhage ? ``

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

'' Then the next clock time should be a everlasting pleasance, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely bear it, '' she said and she rearranged her shift, pulled on her cloak and shoes and went to leave him.

'' Are we still friends ? '' he asked.

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

He lay back as the doorway closed, watching the candles guttering in the sudden muster as he listened to her stride receding as she went down the stairs.

He wanted her again already, but he was sure it would soon pass.

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' trick 's mother, gentlewoman Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

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

'' Was it fearful ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

'' But why the hurry to part, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no pushchair, the bed is soft and warmly, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No arrest here rubber and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` King John, John Lackland, make out down here this wink. ``

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

'' toilet, '' madam Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, charter her spine to bed and rape her. ``

'' But my dame ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the utmost consideration ! '' John insisted.

'' You treated her like a whore, made love to her when you should have ravished her, so carry her to bed this instant, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head in her custody in confusion, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

'' If you do not wish it then I shall not, '' he agreed.

dame Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now enchant and abuse the girl, do not seduce her, use the restraint, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the constraint John the Evangelist, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany restraint from the level, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her fingers shook as she removed her cloak and shift and she lay bare upon the counterpaine.

'' Ravish her then, '' ma'am Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all dishonour her Saint John the Apostle. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her mamilla are swollen-headed, her womanhood glisten with desire, you Steward you have made her making love you ! ``

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

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

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

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

He kissed her tenderly, `` No you rack me ! '' she protested but her consistence craved his seed and she squirmed beneath him tormenting him in her turn.

He saw the heavens again, the angels sang and his seed pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke future morning, `` John, you must get dressed, it is schoolmistress Havethorpe 's wedding. ``

He had no desire what ever to attend. It troubled him that Sarah had succumbed so willingly, that his childhood friend whom he had never even though to kiss had proved such a wanton whore.

He dressed and took a late breakfast and joined Lord and Lady Caisterdale in their bearing to go far as was the custom a mo before the wedding party was to commence, barely a hour before the Saint Bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast staid someone, standing in a suit of shameful cut in a trend not seen for twenty class which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

John sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many clock time he had bidden her adept day and departed for the town to try a whore, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe marriage he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

bathroom barely registered the service, `` Do you take this man for your true wed husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' Come nipper, that was the lord taking your innocence, it was nothing, '' the man of the cloth insisted.

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

'' Just the Divine of the manor house 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An elderly man sir. ``

'' It was John, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was exaltation sir, I am undone, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not conjoin you any Sir Thomas More than you can marry me. ``

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

'' John ? '' the reverend demanded, `` You consorted with John ? ``

'' Yes Padre, '' she admitted.

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

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

'' You whore, you are no daughter of mine, get thee hence from the family of the lord ! '' the Reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing white wedding gown rustling against the pews as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a disgrace, '' Lord Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to conjoin your girl to such an insufferable bore. ``

'' You sir are the ignominy with your malevolent praxis, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the reverend challenged.

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such need, it was your choice sir ! ``

'' How dare you, '' the reverend demanded, `` My daughter is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not bear to see her, who will hire her ? ``

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` trick will take her for now, she will cook an admirable bed Paraguay tea, why a girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` come Charles let us fall the nipper into her new position. ``

Sarah stood disconsolately outside the church service as Lord and madam Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to become my son 's schoolmarm Sarah, '' Lady Caisterdale explained.

'' Mistress, a kept woman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no well than a harlot ! ``

'' Oh my dearest, '' Lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will savour it I am sure as shooting, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so schoolma'am it shall be, you shall induce days to yourself but the dark shall be toilet. ``

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

'' Too late my dear, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too a lot, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with John you have the effective of it. ``

'' break us a lusty son and I 'll let you marry the bloke, '' God Almighty Caisterdale added.

'' Do I not have a say in this ? '' John the Divine asked.

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

Sarah had no former choice so with great reluctance she climbed into the stroller and they made haste to the manor house vestibule. Sarah had naught but her wedding wearing apparel to wear out and so she borrowed a servant 's smock from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her matter were got from the rectory and in due course the family assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall suck up up a leaning of obligation for you child, '' Lady Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a bawd should know her spot, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servants, each dawning you help me do and each eventide undress and are useable to service Charles or John as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

'' No, '' King John insisted, `` I want Sarah for myself. ``

'' Well you ca n't, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not twenty dollar bill one yet. ``

'' Then I shall tie her at common law ! '' whoremaster insisted.

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

'' No, my mind is made up, '' King John insisted, `` name the parish get together don, I wish to take Sarah as my bride ! ``

'' Directly, '' Lord Caisterdale agreed, `` Tomorrow at Six ! ''