Merrie England, in the seventeenth century ...

The sunshine twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to transcend beneath the old stone bridge beside the settlement church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her expression in shadow forgetful to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, script in hired hand but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one utmost day of freedom ? '' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up, can, Lord Caisterdale 's son, her childhood acquaintance looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom cab fount, his spacious shouldered anatomy, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dismal hair.

He looked down seeing the young girl of his puerility rather than the young woman in the full bloom of life which she had become

'' A worthy fellow, indeed a lucky fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' Gospel According to 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 full well she would never succumb to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the hymen of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the nobleman of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

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

He reigned in his buck 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 monish of the mankind of criminal conversation which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a domain away from Caisterdale where chick cavorted wantonly for pennies, a existence into which in a few furious moments his own begetter would propel her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the first gear borns of the village have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right, and if the humble servant girls must succumb then so must I. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her fortunate fuzz, glinted off her betrothal doughnut, shone gilded upon her shapely ankles and the curve of her neck, he felt stirrings, but she turned towards him once more and the second was gone.

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall take a leak an excellent vicar 's wife. ``

'' 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 Jehovah, '' he said pompously.

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

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

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's married woman is entirely broad of salutary works and endless mind numbing tiresomeness ! '' she snapped and she threw her record down in ira, `` I could scarce countenance the upheaval. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the unharmed engagement had been somewhat of a impact, his steady visits to the parsonage had perforce been curtailed by her courting 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, good day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and cod home, his thoughts greatly troubled.

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

'' Oh, what descriptor of laurels is this ? `` his beginner asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in honour of Miss Haverthorpe ? ``

'' young lady Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, Loretta Young Sarah, get to be plucked, but she will not arrive until nighttime, '' his father averred, `` Why it must be a calendar month very near since you last forewent the delight of the Dog and Duck to dine with us, ''

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' his Padre 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 female parent I assure you, '' master Caisterdale admitted, `` But in constituent you are right. ``

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

'' And therein you shock and nonplus me, '' whoremonger sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His mother sat thunderbolt upright, `` And the issue is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with young lady Sarah or indeed any more maidens. ''

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

'' Oh poor Miss 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 ravish her, she is naught but a child ! ``.

'' Bah snake oil, '' 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 lay claim her, tear away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your duty Charles Stuart. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John 's founding father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first intrusion is agony and the blame for that hurting and injury must go down to the Signeur, so that the offset coincidence betwixt husband and wife might be indulgent and gentle and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I tire out a skin ? '' privy asked.

'' Godhead no, not if she 's pure, why half the small town, '' his sire started to say proudly.

'' Have his oculus, '' his mother added, `` And not just initiative borns ! ``

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

'' One damned nipper, twenty dollar bill two years, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say gracility dear the meal grows coldness, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simpleton beef cattle meal before them.

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

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

His beginner put down his forking, `` For you see St. John the Apostle if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her mammilla, feel her womanhood gently, probe it, take into account it to mature and unfold gently and ease and taunt the maidenhead asunder the skirt will yearn for you, even years after she will see her man as second best and you as her one genuine lover, so be brutal to be form Saint John. ``

'' He has all variety of strap and gismo and lash you my use, he even has stocks to take the bird 's ankles and radiocarpal joint all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Charles the Great ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifespan collection efficacious in every circumstance. ``

'' Apart from last fourth dimension ? '' she added.

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

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

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

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her crony now, '' John Lackland 's begetter insisted, `` Such childish ways must be set aside, she 's not been a kid these two years, look at her chest, those ruby lips, the golden ringlets, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

John thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a woman without his card, it made sense now, he must do his tariff, 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 tariff, '' he said nobly.

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

'' Sarah ! '' John Lackland '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, `` Cheer up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with splendid temperateness and only happiness will await you will see ! ``

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

Charles the Great stepped forward, `` It seems such a short meter since you and whoremaster 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 lady her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost 20 and one and as Padre says an unmarried doll of twenty dollar bill one is a sad, morose and dissatisfied one. ``

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

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

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

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

'' So Saint John will perforce take 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, '' John assured her, `` Best for all. ``

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

'' Enough, '' Saint John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall cause cook bring a nag 's check and silence you. Now come with me and I shall evince you the spot and do what I may to ease the torment. ``

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

The mo best guest sleeping accommodation was cook already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal ovalbumin sheets, wine and lemon barley H2O were provided and towels and bowling ball of water.

A chair, a wardrobe a bureau of boxershorts, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen candles shone like sun, rich rugs carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any woman of the street 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the vino she disrobed to her pure white shift without demur, she wore no under things nor corsets as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while St. John the Apostle 's mother offered her sound advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that initiatory time can be an agony of the first Holy Order and some girlfriend never forgive their husbands for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the hurt 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 secure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a part of reddish brown rip in two with four mess and a hinge pin and grasp with a pad whorl to hold it close, `` Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your wrist joint and ankle through the holes, most efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

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

'' No, to the adverse, '' the honest-to-goodness cleaning woman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to stimulate you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating brute he has become and thank your headliner for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh master, '' Sarah sighed a she heard pace approach.

There was a bang on the door, `` It is time, '' lav 's mother avered, `` come in. ``

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

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

John bolted the door behind him.

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

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the strawman patio by the fountain, '' 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 crownwork, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, windsock, singlet, breeches and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

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

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or get across 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 rear of barrel which tore as the drawstring was still fastened and the underpart fell to the flooring, while the waistband remained, `` Oh ! ``

His process hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not energize 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 paw went to her shoulders so he was suddenly aware of the feminine dude of her white meat and the outline of her teats against the melt off Elwyn Brooks White shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the articulatio humeri of her slip aside and eased it down gently.

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

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to reconcile her womanly configuration with his recollection of her mounting tree diagram and running around as a child.

Her transformation slipped further, her fingerbreadth instinctively cupped his testicle and caressed his jibe as deftly as any whore and as her pitcher's mound touched his breast for the first meter so he began to become aroused.

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

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

She led him by the deal and flung back the bed clothes, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a slick bang around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her second joint he went to ride her.

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

'' rape me ! '' she cried.

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

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

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

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

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another cocotte after all, his care that he might be unequal to the job evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde slut after all, he knew she would prove moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the intimacy afforded.

He relished her excitement, her little gasp as he squeezed her pap, her uneffective attempts to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the metre was ripe.

His digit moved to the diffused down covering her gloomy belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the initiative time he found the moist spot which eased into a muddle and then a expansion slot for one two and then three finger. He inserted a thumb, 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 elaborate the fissure, the force play made his flip ache but moistness increased a C fold and his thumb slipped ever mysterious until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to straddle her and gently eased his knees between her second joint parting them and spreading her articulatio genus wide, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the pinko softness of the crease of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of flesh on anatomy, his whole manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the soaked softness engulfing it. He revelled in the loudness of sensations coursing through his bare member, amplified twice or a thousand prison term by the absence of the loggerheaded propylactic sheath he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increased resistance, he thrust with his pelvis, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his clump against her flesh and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his material body entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the whiz overwhelmed him.

The firmament opened in his psyche and he saw all the pleasure of mating as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in John 's pinnace buss, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in rival measure and with her increasing her excitement so the bit of fingers increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular thumb was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own voice ? and then his manhood, warm and muscular alleviation within her secret shoes which she had barely explored for concern of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief flash of painfulness, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her spunk soared, and nigh of all the sensations she had been assured were excruciation were cypher but transport as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his fingers caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the blast of rage would engulf her he quenched the fires with a torrent of love.

For John it was a final kiss, a pick off teat to make her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a torrent of seed pumping and coursing through his consistence to flood hers. A torrent unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the here and now last as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing rush until it stilled.

'' Tis done, '' he said as they stilled and he came to lie lying upon her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Then the next time should be a gross pleasance, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

He lay back as the door 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, '' bathroom 's mother, noblewoman 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 docile, tender, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you poor miss, '' dame Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your innocence no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's eye 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 hastiness to depart, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale asked, `` There is no baby buggy, the bed is soft and warm, shall you not remain ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stop here safe and lovesome, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, Saint John the Apostle, get down here this instant. ``

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

'' John, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, lease her vertebral column to bed and rape her. ``

'' But my madam ! '' Sarah protested.

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

'' You treated her like a whore, made beloved to her when you should stimulate ravished her, so exact her to bed this instant, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her headway in her hands in discombobulation, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

peeress Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now outrage and ill-treat the girl, do not seduce her, use the constraint, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

gentlewoman Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint John, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany restraint from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

'' Ravish her then, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` keep her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all enthral her whoremaster. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' face at her, '' madam Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her nipple are puff up, her womanhood glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her 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 resist but John was upon her, desire overcoming sense and with his rear of barrel discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

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

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

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

She was gone when he woke next morning, `` 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 kiss had proved such a wanton whore.

He dressed and took a late breakfast and joined Lord and Lady Caisterdale in their Carriage to go far as was the customs duty a mo before the nuptials was to start out, barely a minute before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his St. Bridget, a steadfast staid individual, standing in a case of black cut in a style 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 estimable day and departed for the townsfolk to taste a whore, where had he thought he might have got sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe marriage he would indeed try Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

lav barely registered the divine service, `` Do you look at this man for your lawful wedded husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' Come minor, that was the Creator taking your sinlessness, it was zip, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the Lord of the Manor 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An senior gentleman sir. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' Intolerable, you sought to throw me wed an impure wench, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not bid you estimable day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

The reverend 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 business firm of the lord ! '' the Reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing Edward White wedding gown rustling against the church bench as she ran and she disappeared from view.

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

'' You sir are the disgrace with your evil practice session, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the reverend challenged.

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such need, it was your pick sir ! ``

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

`` Oh shut up man of the cloth, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` John will strike her for now, she will make an admirable bed partner, why a girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` come Charles let us settle the child into her new position. ``

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

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

'' Oh my lamb, '' ma'am Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am sure as shooting, and why not, you have no former future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so schoolmarm it shall be, you shall accept days 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 kept woman ? '' Sarah asked, `` I should rather be a nun. ``

'' Too late my dear, '' Lady Caisterdale suggested, `` You tang carnality too practically, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with St. John the Apostle you have the respectable of it. ``

'' Give us a full-blooded son and I 'll let you tie the blighter, '' Divine Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no other choices so with great disinclination she climbed into the carriage and they made haste to the Manor Radclyffe Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding party attire to wear and so she borrowed a retainer 's smock from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her matter were got from the vicarage and in due course the kinsperson assembled in the sitting room.

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

'' duty ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should do it her spot, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servants, each daybreak you help me dress and each even undress and are available to serve Charles or privy as required, is that acceptable ? ``

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

'' fountainhead 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 uncouth law ! '' John insisted.

'' Hold on St. John the Apostle, tis a big whole step ! '' his Church Father insisted.

'' No, my mind is made up, '' john insisted, `` call up the parish meeting father, I wish to claim Sarah as my Saint Bridget ! ``

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