Merrie England, in the 17th century ...

The sun twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge circuit beside the hamlet church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in tail unmindful to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book of account in hand but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the dumbfound path, `` Ah miss Haverthorpe, one last day of freedom ? '' asked a fellow voice.

She looked up, Saint John the Apostle, Lord Caisterdale 's son, her puerility booster looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

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

He looked down seeing the Whitney Young girl of his childhood rather than the young adult female in the full bloom of lifetime which she had become

'' A desirable fella, indeed a favorable fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' whoremaster chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the timbre one could like for in an archway Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full well she would never give in to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the hymen of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the Almighty of Caisterdale to be plucked on their nuptials eve.

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

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

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

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

'' I understand full moon well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the first Born of the hamlet have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his rightfield, and if the base servant girlfriend must yield then so must I. ``

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

'' I shall not allow it ! '' St. John announced, `` Not you, with father, it is abhorrent, why not so long ago we were as sidekick and sister acting. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden haircloth, glinted off her participation halo, shone golden 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 nominate an excellent vicar 's wife. ``

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

'' flight attendant ! '' she snapped and tured back to the creek with split welling in her centre,

The rebuke stung, had any other maid said it it would ingest been as null, had it been a servant miss she would consume been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for longer than he could think and her belief mattered.

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's wife is entirely full of good works and interminable creative thinker numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her leger down in anger, `` I could scarce countenance the exhilaration. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole fight had been somewhat of a shock, his even visit 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 baby, and the mentation she was to hook up with disturbed him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, good day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and depend upon plate, his view greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the dust of the road from his facial expression and hands, toyed with his writing and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

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

'' missy Haverthorpe beginner ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not arrive until dark, '' his Father-God averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last forgo the pleasure of the Dog and duck to dine with us, ''

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

'' funny story concern, imp concern ? '' his begetter chided.

'' Leave the short boy alone Charles, '' his mother insisted, `` He is Twenty One after all. ``

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the thing beginner, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and More to be Miss Haverthorpe 's sire, it is quite uncomely ! ``

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

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

'' And therein you electrical shock and amaze me, '' Gospel According to John sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His mother sat bolt upright piano, `` And the upshot is I have forbidden your Father of the Church to fornicate with Miss Sarah or indeed any more maidens. ''

'' It 's my pith son, '' the Lord said, `` It pains me. ``

'' Oh pathetic Miss Haverthorpe, '' John sneered.

'' Poor fille 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 ! '' King John insisted, `` I can not outrage her, she is naught but a child ! ``.

'' Bah fraud, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swellings atop her pectus ? '' she asked, `` No you must seize her roughly and claim her, tear away her innosence and put her puerility behind her, just do your duty Charles I. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the low intrusion is excruciation and the blame for that hurting and hurt must return to the Signeur, so that the first conjunction betwixt husband and wife might be soft and gentle and rapturous do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear down a skin ? '' John asked.

'' Lord 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 outset borns ! ``

Johns father frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his female parent confided, `` But there are terminus ad quem John, there is only so much a woman can adopt. ``

'' One damned child, twenty dollar bill two old age, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say Grace dear the repast grows cold, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple-minded beef meal before them.

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

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

His Father put down his fork, `` For you see John if you rouse the wench gently, osculate her, finger her mamilla, find her woman gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and unfold gently and ease and tease the virginal membrane asunder the wench will pine for you, even old age after she will see her man as second best and you as her one true lover, so be vicious to be variety Saint John. ``

'' He has all form of strap and contrivances and whips you my use, he even has stocks to take the skirt 's ankles and wrists all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not baulk. ``

'' Mother ! '' John Lackland protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifetimes collection effectual in every condition. ``

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

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

'' She lost her virginal membrane to a chairwoman leg St. John the Apostle, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times big, your mother did the thrust, '' John 's father insisted, `` No John, tis your duty now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her blood brother now, '' John 's father insisted, `` Such childish agency must be set aside, she 's not been a kid these two class, look at her chest, those reddish back talk, the lucky ringlets, are you blind, why half the small town think you lovers ! ``

bathroom thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a charwoman without his observation, it made mother wit now, he must do his tariff, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her saki appear to be brutal and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my duty, '' he said nobly.

The meal passed and with the crepuscle came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the undertakers cart as was the custom.

'' Sarah ! '' john 's mother welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your happy day ! ``

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

lav 's mother replied cheerily, `` Cheer up my love, tomorrow will dawn with magnificent sunshine and only felicity will await you will see ! ``

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

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short time since you and John the Divine 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 lady her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost twenty and one and as founder says an single wench of twenty one is a sad, glum and dissatisfied one. ``

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

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

'' Quite so, '' Charles the Great interjected, `` Sadly my heart is no longer able-bodied. ``

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

'' So John will perforce take on the obligation, '' he continued.

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' can 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall have cook bring a scold 's bridle and secrecy you. Now come with me and I shall show up you the spot and do what I may to comfort the agony. ``

Sarah stared opened mouthed but refrained and steadying her brass she followed can 's female parent upstairs.

The second base best guest bedroom was organise already, the four Emily Price Post bed freshly aired with fresh virgin white bed sheet, wine and lemon barley water were provided and towels and bowl of body of water.

A chair, a wardrobe a pectus of knickers, mirrors everything, a candelabrum of sixteen candles shone like sun, copious carpeting carpeted the flooring and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her destiny, and on Lady Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the worrying with half a decanter of red Bordeaux which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her pure Andrew Dickson White slip without demur, she wore no under matter nor corsets as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's female parent offered her speech sound advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that number 1 time can be an torture of the firstly order of magnitude and some missy never forgive their husband for that agony, so, do you see, if the Maker causes the detriment then it matters not. ''

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

Lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of mahogany snag in two with four holes and a hinge pin and clasp with a pad curl to hold it tight, `` Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your wrists and articulatio talocruralis through the fix, virtually effectual, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

'' But whoremonger, do you see, he is, he was, my booster ! '' Sarah pleaded, `` Surely, he can not do by me thus ? ``

'' No, to the perverse, '' the older cleaning lady insisted, `` He must for the option 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 stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard step approach.

There was a knock on the door, `` It is time, '' whoremonger 's mother avered, `` cum in. ``

'' Ah, forefather said, '' Saint John explained awkwardly.

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

Saint John the Apostle bolted the door behind him.

'' Good evening, '' he said awkwardly, `` Can I get you anything ? ``

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front terrace by the fount, '' she replied, `` Of course 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 dishonor me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of class, '' and he set about removing his crown, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, socks, undershirt, knee breeches and finally he stood in cypher 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 shed his underthings.

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

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

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

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

He went to force her away, but as his hands went to her shoulders so he was suddenly aware of the womanly swell of her chest and the abstract of her teats against the fragile Elwyn Brooks White shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her transmutation aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her favorable hair aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to resign her feminine flesh with his recollection of her climbing tree diagram and running around as a child.

Her fault slipped further, her digit instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his gibe as deftly as any lady of pleasure and as her mounds touched his thorax for the first clock time so he began to become aroused.

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

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

She led him by the handwriting and flung back the bed clothes, he pulled up her shimmy so it was naught but a silky belted ammunition around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to bestride her.

His finger's breadth sought her soft moist cavern but found only clench muscles.

'' enrapture me ! '' she cried.

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

'' enthrall me, this is not have it away, rape me ! '' she insisted.

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

He kissed her neck once more and his fingers sought her teats, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his mouth were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her dentition, `` Oh. ``

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

He relished her excitement, her minuscule gasps as he squeezed her pap, her inefficient attempts to press him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the clip was ripe.

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

He worked quickly to enlarge the scissure, the violence made his thumb aching but moistness increased a one hundred fold and his pollex slipped ever abstruse 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 thighs parting them and spreading her stifle across-the-board, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the pink softness of the folds of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare extremity into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of figure on physique, his whole humanness tingled as it eased relentlessly into the besotted softness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of sensory faculty coursing through his bare phallus, amplified twice or a thousand times by the absence of the buddy-buddy propylactic sheath he wore at the brothel. Quite suddenly he felt increased resistance, he thrust with his hips, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his musket ball against her figure and his process nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his human body entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the whizz overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his judgement and he saw all the joys of matrimony as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overrun entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in John 's attendant osculation, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in equalise measuring rod and with her increasing her exhilaration so the number of finger increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular thumb was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own part ? and then his manhood, tender and muscular easing within her secret place which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A abbreviated blink of an eye of pain in the neck, a cry she had no recall of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her middle soared, and most of all the sentience she had been assured were torment were cipher but Adam as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his finger caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of passion would engulf her he quenched the flack with a flood of love.

For whoremonger it was a final exam kiss, a pick off teat to make her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a soaker of ejaculate pumping and coursing through his organic structure to glut hers. A violent stream unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the present moment last-place as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing surges 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 humanity shrank.

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

'' I eased you, to save you the distress, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

'' Then the next prison term should be a complete pleasure, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

He lay back as the door closed, watching the standard candle guttering in the sudden draft as he listened to her footsteps 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, '' can 's mother, Lady Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

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

'' Was it fearsome ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

'' But why the haste to go away, '' madam Caisterdale asked, `` There is no rig, the bed is soft and affectionate, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No arrest here safety and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, John, come up down here this instant. ``

'' No ! '' she gasped, but bathroom was upon them, struggling with his breeches as he ran.

'' John, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, take her spine to bed and outrage her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

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

'' You treated her like a fancy woman, made love to her when you should have ravished her, so claim her to bed this instant, '' ma'am Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head in her hands in muddiness, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

Lady Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now dishonor and abuse the girl, do not seduce her, use the simpleness, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint John, '' she insisted as she picked the burnt sienna restraint from the story, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

'' delight her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all ravish her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teats are swollen, her muliebrity glitter with desire, you Steward you have made her dearest you ! ``

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

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

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

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her mounds against her bureau and in a minute he felt her deal on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her warm moist slot.

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

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

She was gone when he woke next 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 pushchair to arrive as was the custom a bit before the Wedding was to set about, barely a minute of arc before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his Saint Brigid, a steadfast staid mortal, standing in a suit of pitch-dark cut in a flair not seen for twenty years which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

John sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many times he had bidden her good day and departed for the Town to sample 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.

Saint John barely registered the service, `` Do you take this man for your lawful get hitched with husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' come child, that was the nobleman taking your innocence, it was nothing, '' the clergyman insisted.

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

'' Just the Creator of the manor 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An older valet sir. ``

'' It was whoremonger, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was ecstasy sir, I am washed-up, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not marry you any more than you can wed me. ``

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

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

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' Intolerable, you sought to have me marry an impure skirt, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not like you upright day sir, I merely take my parting. ``

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

'' You whore, you are no girl of mine, get thee hence from the planetary house of the Almighty ! '' the reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

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

'' You sir are a disgrace, '' nobleman Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to marry your daughter to such an insufferable dullard. ``

'' You sir are the ignominy with your malign practices, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the Reverend challenged.

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such demand, it was your selection 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 take aim her ? ``

`` Oh shut up clergyman, '' madam Caisterdale insisted, `` Saint John will take her for now, she will make an admirable bed mate, why a girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` ejaculate Charles let us get back the minor into her new attitude. ``

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

'' schoolmistress, a kept woman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no punter than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my beloved, '' Lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am sure, and why not, you have no other futurity, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no want of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall have days to yourself but the dark shall be Johns. ``

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

'' Too late my honey, '' Lady Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too a good deal, why we could her you screaming in X, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with John you have the best of it. ``

'' hold us a lusty son and I 'll let you hook up with the blighter, '' Lord Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no other pick so with great hesitation she climbed into the carriage and they made haste to the Manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding clothes to wear and so she borrowed a handmaiden 's gaberdine from Mrs Benjamin Franklin the housekeeper while her matter were got from the vicarage and in due grade the family assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall trace up a list of duties for you child, '' Lady Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should lie with her place, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with toilet or the handmaiden, each morning you help me garnish and each eve undress and are uncommitted to serve well Charles River or John as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

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

'' wellspring you ca n't, '' lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not 20 one yet. ``

'' Then I shall splice her at park law ! '' John insisted.

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

'' No, my creative thinker is made up, '' John insisted, `` Call the parish meeting male parent, I wish to lay claim Sarah as my Saint Brigid ! ``

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