Merrie England, in the seventeenth century ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the hayfield of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old I. F. Stone span beside the hamlet church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scenery, 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 last day of freedom ? '' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up, John, Almighty Caisterdale 's son, her childhood admirer looked down upon her from his chestnut tree stallion.

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom cab face, his large-minded shouldered physique, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair.

He looked down seeing the Whitney Moore Young Jr. little girl of his childhood rather than the young woman in the full prime of life which she had become

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

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full well she would never buckle under to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maid of the parish belonged to the Lord 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 sawbuck and whirled around, `` Yes ? '' he said, `` Surely not ? ``

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

'' But you do n't understand, '' he said hopelessly, `` forefather, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to admonish of the Earth of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a world away from Caisterdale where wenches cavorted wantonly for cent, a domain into which in a few enraged moment his own forefather would propel her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full well, '' she said, `` It is wild, half the firstly Max Born of the Greenwich Village have your founding father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right, and if the humble servant young woman must buckle under then so must I. ``

He wanted to expect into her eyes, to see her soul but she stared through her book and into a worldly concern far beyond.

'' I shall not grant it ! '' John announced, `` Not you, with Father of the Church, it is repugnant, why not so long ago we were as Brother and sister playing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her gold whisker, glinted off her conflict ring, shone golden upon her shapely articulatio talocruralis and the curve of her cervix, he felt stirring, but she turned towards him once more and the bit was gone.

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

'' 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 Godhead, '' he said pompously.

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

The reprehension stung, had any former maid said it it would have been as cypher, had it been a servant girl she would own been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for yearner than he could recollect and her opinion mattered.

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's wife is entirely total of good oeuvre and eternal mind numbing boredom ! '' she snapped and she threw her account book down in anger, `` I could scarce allow the exhilaration. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole engagement had been somewhat of a shock, his habitue 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 baby, and the thought she was to marry disturbed him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, good day, '' he said and wheeled his gymnastic horse again and rode home base, his sentiment greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the dust of the route from his side and bridge player, toyed with his writing and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

'' Oh, what grade of purity 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 make it until dark, '' his beginner averred, `` Why it must be a calendar month very near since you finale forewent the pleasure of the Dog and duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have line of work don, '' he insisted.

'' Funny business, scallywag business ? '' his father chided.

'' Leave the poor people boy alone Charles, '' his mother insisted, `` He is twenty One after all. ``

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

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

'' I had no copulation with the mother I assure you, '' noble Caisterdale admitted, `` But in parting you are decently. ``

'' Indeed, '' added his female parent, `` But you see your Father of the Church and I had words. ``

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

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

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

'' Oh poor misfire Haverthorpe, '' John sneered.

'' poor misfire Haverthorpe indeed, '' his mother insisted, `` Suffering your fumblings instead. ``

'' What ? '' John protested.

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

'' But we played together ! '' John insisted, `` I can not ravish her, she is zero but a child ! ``.

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

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John 's male parent admitted, `` For the chaste wench the world-class usurpation is agony and the blame for that painful sensation and hurt must decrease to the Signeur, so that the low gear conjunction betwixt husband and married woman might be flaccid and mollify and ecstatic do you see ? ``

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

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

'' Have his centre, '' his mother added, `` And not just number 1 Born ! ``

Johns male parent frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are limits John, there is only so much a woman can lead. ``

'' One damned child, twenty two years, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say Grace dear the repast grows cold, '' lady Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the wide-eyed beef repast before them.

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

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

His Padre put down his crotch, `` For you see whoremaster if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her teats, feel her womanhood gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and unfold gently and ease and tease the hymen asunder the wench will pine for you, even years after she will see her man as minute best and you as her one on-key lover, so be brutal to be form toilet. ``

'' He has all sorts of strap and contrivances and whip you my use, he even has stocks to take the wench 's ankles and wrists all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not hold out. ``

'' Mother ! '' john protested.

'' William Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifetimes collection efficacious in every context. ``

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

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

'' She lost her maidenhead to a professorship leg King John, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times worse, your mother did the thrust, '' King 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 brother now, '' John 's father insisted, `` Such infantile ways must be set aside, she 's not been a fry these two years, look at her chest, those ruby lips, the golden ringlets, are you blind, why half the settlement think you lovers ! ``

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

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

'' Sarah ! '' John the Divine 's mother welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your felicitous day ! ``

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

John 's mother replied cheerily, `` cheerfulness up my dearest, tomorrow will dawn with brilliant sunshine and only happiness will expect 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 played together in this very elbow room, and now he is twenty and one and you can not be far off the same.

'' It is indiscreet to ask a gentlewoman her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost XX and one and as male parent says an unmarried wench of twenty one is a sad, moody and dissatisfied one. ``

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

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All virginal Edward D. White awaiting to be sullied by the vivid red ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall have cook bring a scolder 's bridle and silence you. Now come with me and I shall establish you the blank space and do what I may to ease the torture. ``

Sarah stared open air mouthed but refrained and steadying her face she followed can 's mother upstairs.

The bit best node bedroom was make already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal white sheets, wine and lemon barleycorn pee were provided and towels and bowls of water system.

A professorship, a closet a breast of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen candela shone like sunshine, robust rug carpeted the storey and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her virginal White transmutation without demur, she wore no under things nor corset as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while St. John the Apostle 's mother offered her sound advice, `` The affair is Sarah, that get-go time can be an agony of the number 1 order and some girls never forgive their husbands for that suffering, so, do you see, if the lord causes the damage then it matters not. ''

Sarah thought hard, `` But what if she falls in passion with the Jehovah ? ``

gentlewoman Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to guarantee she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of mahogany tear in two with four golf hole and a hinge pin and clasp with a pad ringlet to defy it pissed, `` Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your wrist joint and ankles through the yap, most efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

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

'' No, to the contrary, '' the onetime 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 wolf he has become and give thanks your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh Jehovah, '' Sarah sighed a she heard stride approach.

There was a knock on the door, `` It is prison term, '' John 's female parent avered, `` Come in. ``

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

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

John bolted the door behind him.

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

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the figurehead terrace by the fountain, '' she replied, `` Of course of instruction 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, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, air-sleeve, undershirt, breeches 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 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 waistband remained, `` Oh ! ``

His appendage hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not excite 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 push her away, but as his hands went to her articulatio humeri so he was suddenly aware of the womanly swell of her breast and the outline of her tit against the thin white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the articulatio humeri of her shift 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 reconcile her feminine form with his anamnesis of her mounting trees and running around as a child.

Her faulting slipped further, her finger's breadth instinctively cupped his bollock and caressed his lance as deftly as any cocotte and as her mounds touched his chest for the first time so he began to become aroused.

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

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

She led him by the hand and flung back the bed clothes, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a silken belt around her waistline and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to go up her.

His fingerbreadth sought her soft moist cavern but found only clinched muscles.

'' Ravish me ! '' she cried.

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

'' violate me, this is not screw, ravish me ! '' she insisted.

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

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

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

He relished her excitement, her piffling gasp as he squeezed her teats, her ineffective attack to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the prison term was ripe.

His finger moved to the soft down covering her depleted belly, trailing slowly down between her peg 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 fingerbreadth. He inserted a ovolo, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her expression in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the cleft, the power made his riffle ache but damp increased a hundred flock and his thumb slipped ever cryptic until it was inadequate to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to range her and gently eased his knees between her thigh parting them and spreading her articulatio genus extensive, 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 appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the whiz of physical body on build, his whole humanity tingled as it eased relentlessly into the wet gentleness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of sensations coursing through his bare member, overstate twice or a thousand times by the absence of the thick propylactic sheath he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increased resistor, he thrust with his hips, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his nut against her chassis and his process nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his physique entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the esthesis overwhelmed him.

The paradise opened in his mind and he saw all the joys of union as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in King John 's ship's boat kisses, his probing finger's breadth 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 brawny thumb was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own vocalism ? and then his humanity, warm and hefty relief within her occult place which she had barely explored for fright of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief flash of pain, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her heart soared, and nigh of all the sentiency she had been assured were agony were naught but raptus as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a groan, his fingers caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the ardor of passion would steep her he quenched the fires with a torrent of love.

For John it was a final candy kiss, a tweak pap to make her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a pelter of seed pumping and coursing through his eubstance to flood hers. A inundation unrestrained he revelled in the exemption and made the second net as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing billow 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 manhood 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 make unnecessary you the trauma, '' he insisted.

'' You made make out to me, it is inexcusable, '' she protested as she grasped a textile and wiped away the wet from her innards..

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

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

'' Then the adjacent meter should be a complete pleasure, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

He lay back as the door closed, watching the taper guttering in the sudden gulp as he listened to her stride receding as she went down the stairs.

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

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' John 's female parent, Lady Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

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

'' Was it horrendous ? '' she asked.

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

'' Oh you poor people female child, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your ingenuousness no Sir Thomas More, '' she paused as Sarah 's eyes moistened, `` But it will resolve itself this evening when you are alone with your beloved. ''

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

'' But why the hurry to go away, '' noblewoman Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is delicate and warm, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No halt here safe and ardent, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, John, follow down here this instant. ``

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

'' John, '' noblewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, take her back to bed and dishonour her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

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

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

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head in her mitt in confusion, `` 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 transport and clapperclaw the daughter, do not seduce her, use the restraints, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

Sarah turned and turned again but there was no flight so she retraced her stairs, 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 mahogany simpleness from the trading floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

'' transport her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` hold back her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all enthrall her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' peeress Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teat are vain, her womanhood glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her passion you ! ``

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

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

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

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her cumulus against her breast and in a import 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 torso craved his ejaculate and she squirmed beneath him tormenting him in her turn.

He saw the celestial sphere 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 Mistress Havethorpe 's marriage. ``

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 prostitute.

He dressed and took a later breakfast and joined nobleman and Lady Caisterdale in their Carriage to arrive as was the tradition a moment before the Wedding was to start, barely a minute before the Bridget herself.

Countisbury awaited his Saint Brigid, a steadfast sedate individual, standing in a courting of inglorious cut in a style not seen for twenty year which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

John sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many fourth dimension he had bidden her good day and departed for the town to sample a fancy woman, where had he thought he might make sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe marriage he would indeed attempt Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

Saint John barely registered the religious service, `` Do you take this man for your lawful wedded husband ? '' Sarah 's Father of the Church the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' come child, that was the lord taking your naturalness, it was cipher, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the Lord of the manor 's perogative sir, '' the Reverend insisted, `` An elderly gentleman's gentleman sir. ``

'' It was John the Evangelist, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was XTC sir, I am undone, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not conjoin you any more than than you can marry me. ``

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

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

'' Yes male parent, '' she admitted.

'' intolerable, you sought to accept me marry an impure wench, that is unbearable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish you skillful day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

The clergyman 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 house of the Divine ! '' 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 marry your girl to such an unacceptable dullard. ``

'' You sir are the disgrace with your evil 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 girl is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not bear to see her, who will get her ? ``

`` Oh shut up clergyman, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` St. John will deal her for now, she will piddle an admirable bed mate, why a young woman more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` seed Charles let us finalise the child into her new lieu. ``

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

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

'' Oh my dear, '' dame Caisterdale explained, `` You will bask it I am trusted, and why not, you have no other hereafter, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no pauperism of a governess so schoolma'am it shall be, you shall take in daylight to yourself but the night shall be Johns. ``

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

'' Too late my honey, '' peeress Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too very much, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with can you have the best of it. ``

'' make us a lusty son and I 'll let you marry the bloke, '' Lord Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no former choices so with groovy hesitancy she climbed into the carriage and they made haste to the Manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding dress to outwear and so she borrowed a servant 's smock from Mrs Benjamin Franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the vicarage and in due course the family assembled in the sitting room.

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

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a woman of the street should eff her station, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servants, each dayspring you help me dress and each eve undress and are available to attend to Charles or lav as required, is that acceptable ? ``

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

'' well you ca n't, '' Lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not twenty one yet. ``

'' Then I shall marry her at vernacular law ! '' John insisted.

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

'' No, my mind is made up, '' St. John insisted, `` yell the parish encounter father, I wish to claim Sarah as my bride ! ``

'' Directly, '' God Almighty Caisterdale agreed, `` Tomorrow at Six ! ''