Merrie England, in the seventeenth century ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone nosepiece beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow unmindful to the conniption, staring unseeing into the distance, Koran in paw but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the amaze course, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one cobbler's last day of freedom ? '' asked a familiar voice.

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

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

He looked down seeing the young young woman of his childhood rather than the young fair sex in the full moon bloom of life-time which she had become

'' A worthy colleague, indeed a lucky fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the quality 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 to the full well she would never succumb to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maiden over of the parish belonged to the nobleman of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

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

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

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

'' But you do n't understand, '' he said hopelessly, `` male parent, '' He felt he needed to discourage her, to warn of the world of criminal conversation which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a world away from Caisterdale where wenches cavorted wantonly for pennies, a Earth into which in a few tempestuous moments his own father would impel her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the first Max Born of the village have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his rightfulness, and if the humble servant daughter must buckle under then so must I. ``

He wanted to front into her eye, to see her soul but she stared through her Bible and into a world far beyond.

'' I shall not appropriate it ! '' John Lackland announced, `` Not you, with father, it is abhorrent, why not so long ago we were as brother and sister playacting. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her gilded hair, glinted off her engagement gang, shone golden upon her shapely ankle and the curvature of her neck, he felt stirrings, but she turned towards him once more and the mo was gone.

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

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

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

The rebuke stung, had any other maid said it it would have been as nothing, had it been a servant fille she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for yearner than he could remember and her opinion mattered.

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life-time of a Vicar 's wife is entirely wide of good deeds and endless mind numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her account book down in anger, `` I could scarce countenance the upheaval. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole appointment had been somewhat of a jar, his steady visits to the rectory had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would miss her as he would a sister, and the thought she was to marry disturbed him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, effective day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and tantalise home, his thought 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 form of award is this ? `` his father asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in honour of Miss Haverthorpe ? ``

'' miss Haverthorpe male parent ? '' he asked.

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

'' I have business Father of the Church, '' he insisted.

'' Funny business, monkey byplay ? '' his father chided.

'' Leave the piteous boy alone Charles the Bald, '' 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 founding father, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe 's father, it is quite unseemly ! ``

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

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

'' And therein you shock and mystify me, '' John sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His female parent sat bolt upright, `` And the issue is I have forbidden your founding father to fornicate with Miss Sarah or indeed any more than maidens. ''

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

'' Oh poor Miss Haverthorpe, '' Saint John sneered.

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

'' What ? '' toilet protested.

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

'' But we played together ! '' john insisted, `` I can not ravish her, she is naught but a youngster ! ``.

'' Bah tarradiddle, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the prominence atop her chest of drawers ? '' she asked, `` No you must clutch her roughly and claim her, tear away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your duty Charles. ``

'' Yes, it is as our female parent says, '' lavatory 's begetter admitted, `` For the chaste wench the initiative trespass is excruciation and the blame for that pain and hurt must hang to the Signeur, so that the first conjunction betwixt husband and wife might be soft and gentle and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear a pelt ? '' john asked.

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

'' Have his optic, '' his mother added, `` And not just first borns ! ``

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

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

'' Say grace dear the repast grows cold, '' dame Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple-minded squawk meal before them.

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

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

His father put down his fork, `` For you see John the Divine if you rouse the dame gently, kiss her, finger her teats, experience her woman gently, investigation it, let it to ripen and open gently and ease and bug the maidenhead asunder the bird will pine for you, even years after she will see her man as 2nd best and you as her one truthful fan, so be cruel to be sort John. ``

'' He has all sort of shoulder strap and appliance and whips you my use, he even has stocks to take in the bird 's mortise joint and wrists all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not dissent. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifetime ingathering efficacious in every setting. ``

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

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

'' She lost her maidenhead to a president leg trick, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times big, your mother did the thrusting, '' John the Evangelist 's father insisted, `` No King 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 sire insisted, `` Such childish ways must be set aside, she 's not been a tike these two eld, aspect at her chest, those deep red lips, the golden gyre, are you blind, why half the Greenwich Village think you lovers ! ``

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

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

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

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

John 's female parent replied cheerily, `` sunshine up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with brilliant fair weather and only felicity will look you will see ! ``

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

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short sentence since you and John played together in this very elbow room, and now he is 20 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 unmarried dame of XX one is a sad, sullen and dissatisfied one. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' John Lackland 's female parent cried, `` Desist or I shall receive James Cook bring a scold 's bridle and silence you. Now come with me and I shall establish you the place and do what I may to allay the torment. ``

Sarah stared open mouthed but refrained and steadying her nervousness she followed John the Evangelist 's mother upstairs.

The second best Edgar Albert Guest sleeping accommodation was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal white mainsheet, wine-coloured and lemon yellow barleycorn piddle were provided and towels and stadium of water supply.

A chair, a closet a chest of draftsman, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen candela shone like sunshine, rich rugs carpeted the floor and all was as luxurious as any bawd 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her virginal Edward White geological fault without demur, she wore no under things nor corsets as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's mother offered her sound advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that first base time can be an agony of the first order and some female child never forgive their hubby for that agony, so, do you see, if the Jehovah causes the hurt then it matters not. ''

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

noblewoman Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to secure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of burnt sienna split in two with four jam and a flexible joint pin and hold with a pad lock to view as it taut, `` Charles finds this efficacious on affair, '' she added, `` Your radiocarpal joint and ankle joint through the maw, most efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

'' But lav, do you see, he is, he was, my friend ! '' Sarah pleaded, `` Surely, he can not deal me thus ? ``

'' No, to the contrary, '' the older charwoman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to possess 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 headliner for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh Divine, '' Sarah sighed a she heard stride approach.

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

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

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

toilet bolted the threshold behind him.

'' trade good even, '' he said awkwardly, `` Can I get you anything ? ``

'' No, I am depicted object, just do your obligation, '' Sarah said nobly.

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the figurehead 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 cap, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, socks, undershirt, breeches and finally he stood in nothing 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 pour forth his underthings.

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

His outgrowth hung limp 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 push her away, but as his hands went to her berm so he was suddenly aware of the womanly swell of her breast and the synopsis of her teats against the thin white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her shifting 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 make up her womanly form with his recollections of her climbing trees and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingerbreadth instinctively cupped his testis and caressed his calamus as deftly as any lady of pleasure and as her mounds touched his chest for the first time so he began to turn 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 mitt and flung back the bed dress, he pulled up her switching so it was naught but a silken belt around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

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

'' enthral me ! '' she cried.

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

'' Ravish me, this is not make out, enthral me ! '' she insisted.

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

He kissed her neck opening once more and his digit 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 task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would prove moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the familiarity afforded.

He relished her hullabaloo, her little gasps as he squeezed her teats, her uneffective attempts to bear on him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the time was ripe.

His digit moved to the soft down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the firstly prison term he found the moist billet which eased into a yap and then a slot for one two and then three fingerbreadth. He inserted a pollex, she gasped, so he forced the pollex harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the cleft, the force made his leaf aching but dampness increased a one C fold and his quarter round slipped ever inscrutable until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his pelvic arch to straddle her and gently eased his knee joint between her thighs parting them and spreading her knee joint broad, he eased his digit within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the knock womanishness of the plica of her sex before certain of her eagerness he slid his bare extremity into her womanhood.

He revelled in the wizard of flesh on figure, his entirely humanity tingled as it eased relentlessly into the tight sissiness engulfing it. He revelled in the loudness of genius coursing through his bare appendage, amplified twice or a thousand times by the absence of the wooden-headed propylactic cocktail dress he wore at the bordello. 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 balls against her shape and his member nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sensations overwhelmed him.

The promised land opened in his mind and he saw all the joys of spousal relationship as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

Sarah in her twist revelled in Gospel According to John 's tender kisses, his probing digit troubled her but excited her in be mensuration and with her increasing her excitement so the number of finger increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular quarter round was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own voice ? and then his manhood, warmly and muscular moderation within her surreptitious billet which she had barely explored for fright of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief newsbreak of hurting, a cry she had no remembrance 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 naught but disco biscuit as he filled her to excess, a pant, a moan, his digit caressing her teat driving her wilderness and finally as she feared the fires of cacoethes would engulf her he quenched the flaming with a violent stream of love.

For John it was a final exam kiss, a fine-tune teat to reach her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a pelter of seed pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A torrent unrestrained he revelled in the exemption and made the here and now shoemaker's 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 rest lying upon her.

She pushed him away and wriggled free of his embracing as his manhood shrank.

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

'' I eased you, to relieve you the hurt, '' he insisted.

'' You made love 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 bleed ? ``

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

'' Then the next clip should be a accomplished pleasure, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

He lay back as the door closed, watching the wax light guttering in the sudden tipple as he listened to her step 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 the Evangelist '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, ship's boat, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you piteous girl, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your artlessness no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's middle moistened, `` But it will settle itself this eve when you are alone with your beloved. ''

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

'' But why the hurry to depart, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is easygoing and tender, shall you not stick ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No halt here good and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, Saint John, come down here this instant. ``

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

'' whoremaster, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, acquire her vertebral column to bed and enrapture her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the extreme considerateness ! '' John insisted.

'' You treated her like a whore, made lovemaking to her when you should make ravished her, so take her to bed this wink, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head teacher in her mitt in mental confusion, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

dame Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now enthral and abuse the girl, do not make 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 gradation, the bed awaited, still lightly stained with red and she lay upon it.

lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint Gospel According to John, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany control from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her finger's breadth shook as she removed her cloak and shift and she lay naked upon the counterpaine.

'' Ravish her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` hold back her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all assault her trick. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' feeling at her, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teats are swollen, her womanhood glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her sexual love 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 gumption and with his breech discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her pitcher's mound against her chest and in a present moment he felt her hands on his humanity guiding it unerringly into her warm moist slot.

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

He saw the celestial sphere again, the Angel sang and his seminal fluid pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke next sunup, `` John, you must get dressed, it is mistress 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 buss had proved such a wanton tart.

He dressed and took a recently breakfast and joined Lord and peeress Caisterdale in their Carriage to come as was the custom a minute before the Wedding was to lead off, barely a minute before the Saint Bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast sedate soul, standing in a suit of black cut in a style not seen for twenty age 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 sound day and departed for the town to taste 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.

John barely registered the service, `` Do you carry this man for your rightful wedded husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' seed child, that was the Creator taking your purity, it was cypher, '' the reverend insisted.

'' Gone, your innocence 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 son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was ecstasy sir, I am ruined, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not conjoin you any Thomas More than you can marry me. ``

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

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

'' Yes sire, '' she admitted.

'' unendurable, you sought to cause me marry an impure doll, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not bid you beneficial 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 daughter of mine, get thee hence from the home of the lord ! '' the Reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing whiteness wedding night-robe rustling against the pews as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a disgrace, '' Divine Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to marry your girl to such an unsufferable dolt. ``

'' 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 choice sir ! ``

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

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` John will take her for now, she will make an admirable bed spouse, why a fille more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles let us finalise the child into her new position. ``

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

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

'' Oh my dear, '' 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 need of a governess so schoolmistress it shall be, you shall have days to yourself but the nights shall be Johns. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah had no other option so with peachy reluctance she climbed into the coach and they made haste to the Manor lobby. Sarah had naught but her wedding dress to fall apart and so she borrowed a servant 's smock from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her thing were got from the parsonage and in due class the home assembled in the sitting room.

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

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a bawd should have it away her blank space, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the handmaid, each dayspring you help me crop and each evening undress and are useable to serve Charles or John as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

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

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

'' Then I shall get married her at common law ! '' John insisted.

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

'' No, my mind is made up, '' St. John insisted, `` shout the parish confluence Padre, I wish to take Sarah as my bride ! ``

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