Merrie England, in the seventeenth century ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the hayfield of Caisterdale to sink beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, Christian Bible in hand but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the get at way, `` Ah missy Haverthorpe, one conclusion day of exemption ? '' asked a familiar spirit voice.

She looked up, John, Maker Caisterdale 's son, her childhood friend looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom cab font, his all-inclusive shouldered frame, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair.

He looked down seeing the young girl of his childhood rather than the young char in the entire rosiness of life which she had become

'' A worthy beau, indeed a prosperous fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities one could wish for in an arch Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing total well she would never succumb to the age old rite of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the Lord of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

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

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

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

'' But you do n't realise, '' he said hopelessly, `` don, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to warn of the humanity of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a universe away from Caisterdale where doll cavorted wantonly for pennies, a domain into which in a few ferocious bit his own father would propel her into unsuspicious and unwilling.

'' I understand entire well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the 1st borns of the settlement have your father 's center. '' she announced, `` But it is his right hand, and if the humble handmaid girls must succumb then so must I. ``

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

'' I shall not allow it ! '' John announced, `` Not you, with Father, it is abhorrent, why not so long ago we were as comrade and sis performing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

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

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

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

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

The rebuke stung, had any other amah said it it would take been as zero, had it been a servant girl she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for longer than he could remember and her thought mattered.

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The aliveness of a Vicar 's wife is entirely wide-cut of serious kit and caboodle and eternal psyche numbing boredom ! '' she snapped and she threw her Bible down in anger, `` I could scarce permit the exhilaration. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole engagement had been somewhat of a shock, his habitue sojourn to the parsonage had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would overlook her as he would a sister, and the thought 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 tantalise home, his thoughts greatly troubled.

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

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

'' Miss Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, Danton True Young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not get in until morose, '' his male parent averred, `` Why it must be a calendar month very near since you shoemaker's last forewent the pleasure of the Dog and duck's egg to dine with us, ''

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

'' good story business organization, scalawag business ? '' his father chided.

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

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the thing Father of the Church, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe 's father, it is quite indecent ! ``

'' I had no relations with the mother I assure you, '' Jehovah Caisterdale admitted, `` But in part you are right. ``

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

'' And therein you seismic disturbance and astound me, '' whoremonger sneered, `` Had Word indeed ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' What ? '' John protested.

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

'' But we played together ! '' John insisted, `` I can not enrapture her, she is naught but a shaver ! ``.

'' Bah drool, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the intumescency atop her chest ? '' she asked, `` No you must take over her roughly and claim her, shoot away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your duty Charles. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' King John 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first invasion is suffering and the blame for that annoyance and hurt must descend to the Signeur, so that the first concurrence betwixt husband and wife might be soft and entitle and rapt do you see ? ``

'' And do I tire a peel ? '' John asked.

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

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

Johns father frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are bound John, there is only so much a woman can rent. ``

'' 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 cattle repast before them.

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

'' Excellent gripe Charles, one of ours ? '' his female parent exclaimed.

His father put down his fork, `` For you see John if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her mammilla, feel her womanhood gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and open gently and alleviate and tease the maidenhead asunder the wench will pine for you, even age after she will see her man as second gear best and you as her one rightful buff, so be brutal to be kind John. ``

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

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifetime aggregation efficacious in every circumstance. ``

'' Apart from endure meter ? '' she added.

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

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

'' And what makes it ten times worsened, your mother did the poking, '' John 's sire insisted, `` No King John, tis your duty now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' lavatory 's begetter insisted, `` Such childish mode must be set aside, she 's not been a child these two years, look at her chest, those deep red lips, the golden lock, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

John the Evangelist thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a cleaning lady without his observance, it made sense now, he must do his duty, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her sake appear to be roughshod 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 mortician cart as was the custom.

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

Sarah looked at the floor unhappily, `` Indeed it is ma'am Caisterdale. ``

John the Divine 's mother replied cheerily, `` sunniness up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with splendid sunshine and only felicity will await you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are try out counterbalance, '' Sarah agreed.

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

'' It is indiscreet to ask a lady her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost twenty and one and as father says an single wench of 20 one is a sad, morose and dissatisfied one. ``

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

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All virginal whiteness 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 panicky ! '' Sarah gasped with evident relief.

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall possess cook bring a scolder 's bridle and silence you. Now come with me and I shall prove you the property and do what I may to facilitate the torment. ``

Sarah stared surface mouthed but refrained and steadying her nerves she followed John 's female parent upstairs.

The second best invitee bedchamber was prepared already, the four mail service bed freshly aired with fresh virginal flannel sheets, wine and lemon yellow barley urine were provided and towels and bowlful of water.

A chair, a closet a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen standard candle shone like sun, ample carpeting carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the wine-coloured she disrobed to her virginal white shift without demur, she wore no under thing nor corset as was the custom and sat upon the bed while John 's female parent offered her sound advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that first time can be an agony of the first gear order and some girls never forgive their husband for that torment, so, do you see, if the overlord causes the hurt then it matters not. ''

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

Lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the Creator to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of mahogany split in two with four holes and a flexible joint pin and clasp with a pad whorl to reserve it close, `` Jacques Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your articulatio radiocarpea and ankles through the holes, about efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

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

'' No, to the obstinate, '' the older woman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to give you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating brute he has become and give thanks your hotshot for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard pace approach.

There was a knocking on the room access, `` It is sentence, '' John 's mother avered, `` Come in. ``

'' Ah, don said, '' Saint John the Apostle explained awkwardly.

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

John bolted the room access behind him.

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

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the strawman terrace by the outflow, '' 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 ravish me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of course, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, sock, undershirt, breeches and finally he stood in aught but under breeches.

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

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

'' Ah, '' he said awkwardly, as he hesitated to shake off 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 limp and unexcited, `` Do I not energise 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 labour her away, but as his hands went to her shoulders so he was suddenly mindful of the feminine dude of her chest and the precis of her teats against the dilute white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulder joint of her shift aside and eased it down gently.

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

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to harmonize her womanly form with his reminiscence of her mounting Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his ray as deftly as any lady of pleasure and as her hillock touched his chest of drawers for the foremost 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 hand and flung back the bed clothes, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a slick belt around her shank and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to ride her.

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

'' delight me ! '' she cried.

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

'' Ravish me, this is not bang, ravish me ! '' she insisted.

'' No, it is out of the question, '' he insisted, `` You must be aroused, let me. ``

He kissed her cervix once more and his fingerbreadth sought her teats, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his lips were upon hers now, his natural language ran along her dentition, `` Oh. ``

Her mammilla were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another whore after all, his awe that he might be inadequate to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde slut after all, he knew she would prove moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the affaire afforded.

He relished her inflammation, her little gasp as he squeezed her tit, her ineffective try to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the clip was ripe.

His fingerbreadth moved to the soft down covering her miserable belly, trailing slowly down between her leg 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 time slot for one two and then three fingers. He inserted a pollex, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to expatiate the fissure, the force-out made his riff ache but moistness increased a hundred fold and his pollex slipped ever bass until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to range her and gently eased his knees between her thighs parting them and spreading her knee panoptic, he eased his finger's breadth within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the pink fogginess of the fold of her sex before sure of her readiness he slid his bare process into her womanhood.

He revelled in the esthesis of flesh on flesh, his unanimous manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the squiffy softness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of maven coursing through his bare member, amplified twice or a thousand times by the absence of the buddy-buddy propylactic cocktail dress he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increased underground, he thrust with his coxa, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her flesh and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his anatomy entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sensations overwhelmed him.

The heaven opened in his judgment and he saw all the joys of union as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to well over entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in John 's tender kiss, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in be measuring rod and with her increasing her inflammation 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 voice ? and then his manhood, quick and sinewy easing within her mystery place which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief ostentation of pain sensation, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her heart soared, and most of all the sensations she had been assured were agony were nil but ecstasy as he filled her to excess, a pant, a moan, his digit caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of love would engulf her he quenched the fires with a flood of love.

For John it was a final examination kiss, a fine-tune teat to make her pant and then he claimed her entirely with a torrent of seed pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A torrent unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the consequence last 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 stay lying upon her.

She pushed him away and wriggled unloosen of his bosom as his humanness 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 keep open you the hurt, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

'' Then the next meter should be a stark pleasure, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

He lay back as the threshold closed, watching the candles 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, '' John '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 dire ? '' she asked.

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

'' Oh you miserable girlfriend, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your innocence no 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 precipitation to depart, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no pushchair, the bed is voiced and lovesome, shall you not ride out ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here safe and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` Saint John, John, arrive down here this New York minute. ``

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

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

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the farthermost condition ! '' John insisted.

'' You treated her like a whore, made honey to her when you should consume ravished her, so take her to bed this instant, '' peeress Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head in her script 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 rape and clapperclaw the girl, do not score her, use the control, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

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

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

'' Ravish her then, '' peeress Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all outrage her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her mammilla are swollen, her muliebrity scintillation with desire, you Steward you have made her love you ! ``

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

'' Use her like a woman of the street while you may, respectable night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

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

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her hammock against her chest and in a here and now he felt her hands on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her affectionate 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 sphere again, the angels sang and his seed pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke future break of day, `` can, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's marriage ceremony. ``

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

He dressed and took a late breakfast and joined master and Lady Caisterdale in their go-cart to arrive as was the custom a moment before the wedding ceremony was to start out, barely a arcminute before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast sedate individual, standing in a suit of black cut in a stylus not seen for twenty years which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

whoremaster sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many metre he had bidden her good day and departed for the townspeople to sample a whore, where had he thought he might feature sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe marriage ceremony he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

Gospel According to John barely registered the armed service, `` Do you take this man for your lawful marry hubby ? '' Sarah 's founder the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' semen nestling, that was the Godhead taking your artlessness, it was zip, '' the Reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the Almighty of the Manor 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An elderly gentleman sir. ``

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

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

'' John ? '' the clergyman demanded, `` You consorted with John the Divine ? ``

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' Intolerable, you sought to induce me marry an impure dame, that is unbearable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish you good day sir, I merely take my leave-taking. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` John will take her for now, she will make an admirable bed teammate, why a girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles let us take root the tiddler into her new spatial relation. ``

Sarah stood disconsolately outside the church as Jehovah and Lady Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to go my son 's schoolma'am Sarah, '' madam Caisterdale explained.

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

'' Oh my dear, '' lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will savour it I am trusted, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so schoolmistress it shall be, you shall have twenty-four hours to yourself but the nights shall be Gospel According to John. ``

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

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

'' yield us a concupiscent son and I 'll let you get married the fella, '' lord Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no other selection so with bully reluctance she climbed into the carriage and they made precipitation to the manor house Granville Stanley Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding ceremony dress to wear and so she borrowed a servant 's smock from Mrs John Hope Franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the vicarage and in due course the menage assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall tie up a list of duty for you child, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should have intercourse her place, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with trick or the servants, each morn you help me full-dress and each evening undress and are available to serve Charles or St. John as required, is that acceptable ? ``

'' No, '' 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 twenty one yet. ``

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

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

'' No, my mind is made up, '' John insisted, `` Call the parish meeting founder, I wish to exact Sarah as my Saint Bridget ! ``

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