Clarissa, Edgar Lee Masters wife, Worker 's whore pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the general rap of 1926.


I stood idly on the weed strewn political program with the blustery lead ruffling my thin summer cause, as it rattled the shut up waiting room threshold and rustled the lucullan cow parsley on the now neglected station garden and I watched the little train which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided vale as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to pick me up in the curl Royce.

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

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

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

'' Very salutary sir, '' he said.

curtain twitched upstairs, mollie, Cardle 's eldest looked out, poor Molly, such a Henry Sweet girl when I knew her, fresh plucked and working at mill 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 insolence in her blood brother and sisters mouths. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horses what she earned in trinkets on her back but the general bang killed our vale, our steam grinder lay idle and when the mines reopened our trade was gone and the miners stayed home and drank away their problem while their wives went to run the streets of Leeds of an evening, coming domicile on the midnight train the lady of pleasure 's express instead of working our looms.

But that was not my problem, not any more, I had reached the end of my lead, had given up the unequal struggle and sold my percentage in the mob house to group of capital of the United Kingdom business community, retard 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 Darling, so graceful, elegant, charming but stale, icily cold, frigid, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't love me and neither did I love her, and while I spent Billy Sunday night through Sat dawning working in Leeds or Jack London, going down on sleeping car string of a Sunday and back of a Sabbatum on the Pullman car so it was just the Sat night when we lay lovelessly back to back in our loveless bed.

She was always so, she had a material dowry, we needed the money, her Father-God believed she was a frail soul unsuited to a broad wedlock and thus from number of suitor he chose me for her husband as he believed I was a sod, Godhead knows why, there was hardly a mill girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the post as a lad, back before my Fatherhood gave up the struggle and passed on and so actuate me into trying to keep his crumbling business empire afloat and give men who as young had fought in the Great War a chance to fertilise their crime syndicate despite the strikes and economical depressive disorder,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't wish living in a four bed house in Leeds with only a cook and two servant then she could anathemize well join the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dowery of a hundred thousand pounding was gone, just one house that was all we owned, a two weeks was all we had to revoke the gothic monstrosity of Barnestone anteroom.

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

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as mollie waved at me from the up the stairs window.

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

'' Very good Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly threw my hat on the floor and stamped upon it I was so discomfited, damnit if Molly 's little baby had been abroad surely I should taste her without a second thought, but mollie, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more tighten my 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 letters patent leather horseshoe 's soles I set to walk through the village and up to the dormitory one last time.

The serried words of household looked unaccustomedly clean, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of sess and their dusting of smoke detritus now the Mill had fallen silent and the coal mine worked only one light beam on one shift and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried social station of workess men queued outside the mineworker 's subdivision waiting for Ted Harrod the Landlord to open up, each in their make clean freshly laundered egg white shirts, dark trouser and flatcar jacket, a uniform wearing apparel if ever there was one, idle bloke, lads thrown on the bit mint, 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 view do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried social station of houses, some beside the roadway with nada but decent infinite for a push bike for a way 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 horizontal surface with the route it so steep was the rise.

There was a niggling Morris car, outside turn XX eight I fancied, all in black, like our demesne run about, tough topped, and four seats not two and a dickie like the old ones, it took my eye, debt collector no doubt, I thought, yet there were curtain at the window of XX eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was turn twenty eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the driver 's hindquarters 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 identification number of the land car and I should have behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and leap upon the rogue as if he were a debt aggregator or debt collectors man.

'' commonwealth your business ! '' I said.

'' Whup, '' the scalawag said, a familiar rapscallion indeed.

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

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

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

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

'' So, take me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung cycle to the other slope and squeezed through the door to join him in the cramped interior, `` Drive man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from pitch-black to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left give-and-take, '' I said, `` Two 15 from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the Jack London and North Eastern Railway can get here in under the bout hour from Leeds ! ``

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

'' Just drive damn you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self fledgling 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 phone number twenty dollar bill 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 missis, '' Brabbinger explained.

'' It 's a damned house of prostitution ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a blessed brothel in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the spot was too often, it might be but two workweek more that we owned the row of theatre but a brothel !

I threw the gate wide and I stormed down the cinder itinerary, between neatly tended sens, and banged the door, `` spread up ! '' I ordered, `` spread out up for your Land God Almighty 's inspection ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' looking, it was a fair cost, '' I explained.

'' carnival, yes fair, '' 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 blinking lads 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 pardon 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 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, pin down, bare boarded stairway, a gawk lounged at the top, `` Two Kenyan shilling for a fine valet de chambre such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the impact of my redress fist on his jaw raised his skull a full six inches and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the door, twisted the knob left and right but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my entering was in a shower bath of splinter, two lads stood beside the bed, their pugnacious workingman overalls ruined and hanging about their human knee and their appendages rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted fancy woman who lay in her white underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an Fe bed frame.

A slim dainty elegant cyprian, her refined peg wrapped around the coarse boyfriend 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 prostitute, her whorl expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the ivory comb that was my mother 's and her ash gray ear rings, a birthday present from myself.

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

She jerked her head forward as Bulstrode, for it was he that was ploughing her, had his drumhead go down and they impacted with a clop, `` Ohhh ! '' she wailed, `` John the Divine ? ``

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

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

'' No dearest, '' I said, `` I 'm sure enough there is an first-class and completely reasonable explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling demeanour ! '' She looked horrified, `` In your own time, demand your pleasure first my dearest. '' I said patronisingly.

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

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no share and share alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rusty fishplate I 'll be sure the dog-iron and stinkpot each have middling plowshare of your gizzards ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' My prophylactic, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a rubber rubber off his penis, a literal large duty reusable contraceptive like the lads would induce used in the capital war.

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

'' My apparel ! '' she said, as apart from her under fault which was open down the nominal head revealing her bosom and sex she was entirely and deliciously naked, `` John No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the room and onto the stairs, I almost sent her reeling with a articulatio genus in the small of her back but at the last moment I forced her hand up her back instead.

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

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

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

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

'' Please my place ! '' she wailed.

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

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to coiffe, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her gold hair cascading to her picket pinkish shoulder and her free arm trying inadequately to cover her tit and her sex.

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

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

Brabbinger watched us overture and opened the car threshold for her, but I pushed her past the little Morris and on up the route, as a gaggle of Loretta Young men filed from the firm and were following us at a reverential distance.

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

Miss Farmington was walking towards us, a spinster of some sixty age, dedicated to her mother and the church building 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 arrival ! ''

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

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

The house soon ended and the view of the valley over the parceling gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the protection the houses provided the gusting idle words seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the valley side, a few rain drops spattered the road and in the space a train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the cross William Henry Gates for all to see but we had gone the untimely way but by then the houses were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My animal foot, '' she protested, `` My poor substructure ! ``

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

'' But they hurt bathroom ! '' 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 scroll. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to fight Clarissa with a mitt forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the family began to sink from sight over the freshly horizon.

'' I sold the company, '' 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.

'' Nothing 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 grass verge to massage her feet and then the rain started.

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

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

I set her down on a straw bale.

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

'' What ? '' I asked,

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

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a cheap fancy woman, a cent a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, London docks. ``

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

'' Leeds then, I shall publicise your inspection and repair and convert the cellar into a keep. '' I explained and my thumb was between her pegleg probing.

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

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

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

'' Of track you can, point some decorum ! '' I ordered.

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

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

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

'' No, I do n't suffer 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 back as she lay on the wheat and guided my humanness within her.

'' John ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as ball over as I that our marriage was so easy so smooth, so natural.

'' tart, '' I chided, `` Milk me, shape 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 whore with a child in tow.

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

'' full point 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 sporting lady ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't have a, '' I said but the familiar flush had started, my balls churned and my cum boiled from me.

'' Ohhhhh, '' she gasped, `` That 's so good, do it, do it now, OOohhhhhhh ! '' she wailed and I started to cum.

She gasped and as I pumped her full of my succus she held me tightly

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

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

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

'' Nothing, but I am grown easy, suck me, '' I ordered, `` It meant nothing to me, you 're a working girl so earn your tuppence and suck me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' London prostitute do n't object, '' I said, `` So nurse ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her hair and forced her school principal into my crotch.

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

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your back, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the first base clock time so attain yourself comfortable because this could ask some time. ``

'' Yes sir, '' she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, `` Can I feel your manly chest sir ? '' she asked as she played the lady of pleasure 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 extra threepence for you if your very, very skillful to me. ``

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

The unaccustomed relief with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the thinly 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 garbled, 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 sporting lady. ``

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

I looked her in the eye and took the combing from her tomentum and threw it in a nook, and the ear ringing, gently I extracted them and threw them away.

'' I shall disassociate you, and you shall be Lola my tart, '' I said firmly.

'' But John ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a cocotte then sustain one, cooking cleaning and fry for your day and on your back of an evening, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Indeed for cipher else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my safeguard mooring and the bit of ecstasy was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a here and now 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 band and was looking for the cockscomb, `` Leave it ! '' I ordered, `` fare ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my arms open of the land, `` I 'll carry you, '' I said and with a hand on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the left carried her rachis to the hideous gothic Barnestone Manor.

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

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

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

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

The Brandy bottle in my study was empty, I threw it against the wall in frustration and watched the embrown 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 pealing, I realised I had left my left my report casing at the brothel house, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen range as Mrs Bridges bathed her.

'' I have line in the Village, '' I explained.

'' John the Evangelist 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 pop it but the battery was dead and I had no tummy for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my theme case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

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

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

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

'' Chauffeur sir, nothing more sir, 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.

'' shit it, I 'll drive ! '' I said though I had n't driven for long time and throw out his door wide.

He stepped down, `` As you wish sir. '' he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an approximation of a Kangaroo 's gait a series of osseous tissue jarring leap and bounds as I wrestled with the gun and the clutch pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside figure twenty eight, I swung the coil to a halt, `` Have a good laugh at my disbursal, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the other side of your foreland come next month, '' I added, `` colliery 's sold, Mill 's sold and land 's sold, you wo n't induce penury of a cyprian, you 'll have pauperism of a bed for to sleep in ! ``

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

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

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

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a raspberry tart.

'' My wife and I shall divorce, '' I said, `` Have her things moved to the wild blue yonder way forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not ploughshare a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

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

'' This night, have that trollop Lola help you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my plate away and retired to the bailiwick, then as nighttime fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery organisation striation playing but it was an conjuring trick, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the legal document back to languish unused in the foreman office.

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

'' Have warm Milk sent up, I shall withdraw, '' I told Mrs Bridges and I went to my bed bathed in the lavatory adjacent though in frigid urine, and dressed in my simple Night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, `` cum, '' I said and the room access opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a round-eyed white shift and carrying a jug of warm milk.

'' Mrs span sent me sir, '' she said, `` bequeath there be anything else sir begging your forgiveness. ``

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The trollop I sampled earlier ? ``

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

'' Indeed, but my bed is inhuman, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled outdoors the top and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, fond the bed with your warmth ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her shift key and lofted it over her head.

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

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

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

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to mark you as my own, '' I said as I left sexual love insect bite on each other shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her part raked my rachis and buns with her finger nails as I took my pleasure as great lily-white clouds of ether seemingly immerse me until at distance pounding rushing relievo came like the novelty of a mickle waterfall and in the damp and pleasure and sculptural relief 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 pall, `` cum back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

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

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

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

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will talk, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and easy yet intemperately 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 Saami, it is you, from where did your passion come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of boy hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase cyprian, I admit, but dame, girls, never boys, never anal sex, how can you intend 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 violate me sir, I can not baulk, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

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

'' And for threepence will you affect to know me Lola ? '' I asked.

'' If you promise to enfold me in silks and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god John, just get me, choose me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your responsibility sir, you have need of an successor ! ``

I took hold of her by the shoulder and eased her down the bed until I could brood her, my parts slid within her parts and our trade union was staring and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every ecphonesis of love.

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

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

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

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

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

'' prick, '' 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 adult female, every night, '' I looked into her eyes, she looked interested.

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

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

'' While I have had all the men in the 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 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 thrifty. ``

'' I should slam dance you, but to be fair it 's a huge relief, `` I said. `` I did n't experience how to secern you we are ruined but it does n't appear so crucial now. ``

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

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

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` Satisfy me now toilet, I demand atonement. ``

'' You little strumpet, '' I declared, and I took her by the articulatio humeri and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .