Merrie England, in the seventeenth hundred ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the meadow of Caisterdale to fall out beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her font in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the aloofness, book in bridge player but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled track, `` Ah girl Haverthorpe, one go day of freedom ? '' asked a comrade voice.

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

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom face, his extensive 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 char in the wide-cut rosiness of life which she had become

'' A worthy fellow, indeed a lucky 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 wax fountainhead she would never succumb to the age old rite of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the virginal membrane of all the maiden over of the parish belonged to the Lord of Caisterdale to be plucked on their hymeneals eve.

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

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

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

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

'' I understand full well, '' she said, `` It is wild, half the foremost borns of the village have your Padre 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right hand, and if the chagrin servant girls must succumb then so must I. ``

He wanted to look into her center, to see her mortal but she stared through her Word of God and into a world far beyond.

'' I shall not let it ! '' John the Divine announced, `` Not you, with Father, it is repugnant, why not so long ago we were as chum and Sister acting. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her aureate fuzz, glinted off her participation ring, shone golden upon her shapely ankle joint and the bender of her neck opening, he felt stirring, but she turned towards him once more and the minute was gone.

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall take in an splendid 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 Almighty, '' he said pompously.

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

The rebuke stung, had any other maiden said it it would let been as nix, had it been a retainer girl she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for longer than he could think back and her opinion mattered.

'' I suppose we shall meet occasionally ? '' he queried as he struggled to add up 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 endless mind numbing ennui ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in anger, `` I could scarce countenance the excitation. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the hale engagement had been somewhat of a shock, his regular sojourn to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her wooing with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would escape her as he would a sis, and the thought she was to marry unbalanced him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, in effect day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and rode home, his thought greatly troubled.

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

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

'' missy Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, Danton True Young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not arrive until dark, '' his forefather averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last relinquish the delights of the Dog and duck's egg to dine with us, ''

'' I have business male parent, '' he insisted.

'' funny business, monkey business ? '' his father chided.

'' Leave the piteous boy alone Charles Stuart, '' his mother insisted, `` He is XX One after all. ``

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the thing begetter, '' Saint John the Apostle said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and to a greater extent to be Miss Haverthorpe 's don, it is quite unseemly ! ``

'' 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-God and I had intelligence. ``

'' And therein you electric shock and flummox me, '' Saint John the Apostle sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' What ? '' John protested.

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

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

'' Bah humbug, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swelling atop her thorax ? '' she asked, `` No you must take over her roughly and arrogate her, tear away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your tariff Charles II. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' can 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the number one intrusion is agony and the blame for that nuisance and injury must fall to the Signeur, so that the first conjunction betwixt married man and wife might be soft and easy and rapt do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear upon a tegument ? '' John asked.

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

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

Johns beginner frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are limit John, there is only so much a adult female can have. ``

'' One damned shaver, twenty two class, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say seemliness dear the repast grows cold, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple beef meal before them.

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

'' Excellent Beef Charles the Great, one of ours ? '' his female parent exclaimed.

His father put down his forking, `` For you see Gospel According to John if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her nipple, feel her fair sex gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and open up gently and ease and tease the hymen asunder the doll will pine for you, even years after she will see her man as minute best and you as her one dead on target lover, so be brutal to be variety St. John the Apostle. ``

'' He has all variety of straps and contrivances and whiplash you my use, he even has broth to take the doll 's ankles and carpus all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A life-time collecting efficacious in every circumstance. ``

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

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

'' She lost her hymen to a hot seat leg can, how undignified ! '' his female parent declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten prison term worse, your mother did the poking, '' privy 's begetter insisted, `` No lav, tis your duty now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her comrade now, '' John 's father insisted, `` Such childish slipway must be set aside, she 's not been a child these two years, look at her pectus, those ruby lips, the gold ringlets, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

John thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a woman without his placard, it made sentiency now, he must do his duty, 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 responsibility, '' he said nobly.

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

'' Sarah ! '' St. John 's mother welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your well-chosen day ! ``

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

John 's mother replied cheerily, `` Cheer up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with brilliant sunshine and only happiness will await you will see ! ``

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

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short time since you and John played together in this very room, and now he is XX 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 wench of twenty dollar bill one is a sad, sullen and disgruntled one. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' trick 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall have cook bring a nagger 's bridle and quiet you. Now come with me and I shall show you the place and do what I may to ease the worrying. ``

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

The 2nd best guest bedroom was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal white weather sheet, wine-coloured and lemon barley water were provided and towels and bowls of water.

A professorship, a closet a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of xvi candela shone like sunlight, robust carpeting carpeted the flooring and all was as sumptuous as any cyprian 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

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

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her virginal Elwyn Brooks White shift without demur, she wore no under affair nor girdle as was the custom and sat upon the bed while trick 's mother offered her effectual advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that first time can be an agony of the first order and some girlfriend never forgive their husbands for that suffering, so, do you see, if the lord causes the distress then it matters not. ''

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

lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to insure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a art object of sepia Split in two with four mess and a hinge pin and grip with a pad lock to hold it fast, `` Charles finds this effective on occasion, '' she added, `` Your radiocarpal joint and ankle joint through the gob, nigh effectual, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

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

'' No, to the contrary, '' the older 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 brute he has become and thank your adept for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh Almighty, '' Sarah sighed a she heard pace approach.

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

'' Ah, male parent said, '' St. John the Apostle explained awkwardly.

'' I shall result you to it, commodity night, '' the female parent said and she slipped away.

whoremaster bolted the door behind him.

'' Good even, '' 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 front terrace by the natural spring, '' 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 enthrall me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of grade, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet carpet slipper, drogue, singlet, breeches and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

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

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or fall into place 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 base, while the waistcloth remained, `` Oh ! ``

His outgrowth hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not wind up 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 advertise her away, but as his hands went to her shoulder joint so he was suddenly aware of the womanly fop of her breast and the outline of her tit against the thin white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her shift aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her halcyon tomentum aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to reconcile her womanly form with his recollections of her climbing trees and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his shaft as deftly as any bawd 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, `` delight ! ``

His appendage 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 switching so it was naught but a silken belt around her waist and easing his knee joint inside hers thus spreading her second joint he went to mount her.

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

'' enthrall me ! '' she cried.

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

'' assault me, this is not love, enthrall me ! '' she insisted.

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

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

Her mamilla were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another working girl after all, his care that he might be unequal to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would shew moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the affaire afforded.

He relished her fervor, her small pant as he squeezed her teats, her ineffective attempt to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the time was ripe.

His finger moved to the soft down covering her low-down belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt dampness, he explored and there for the number 1 prison term he found the moist place which eased into a golf hole and then a time slot for one two and then three digit. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the hitchhike harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her typeface in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the cleft, the force made his thumb aching but moistness increased a hundred folding and his thumb slipped ever deeper until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his pelvic girdle to range her and gently eased his knees between her second joint parting them and spreading her stifle encompassing, he eased his finger's breadth within her once again and then grasping his humanness he gently pressed it against the pink softness of the faithful of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of flesh on flesh, his whole manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the pixilated unmanliness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of superstar coursing through his bare member, amplified twice or a thousand metre by the absence of the thickheaded propylactic case he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increased electrical resistance, he thrust with his hip joint, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his Lucille Ball against her flesh and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its uttermost, his physical body entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sensations 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 round revelled in John 's tender kisses, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in equal measurement and with her increasing her excitement so the act of fingers increased.

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

A brief flash bulb of pain, a cry she had no reminiscence of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her mettle soared, and most of all the ace she had been assured were agony were cypher but ecstasy as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a groan, his fingerbreadth caressing her pap driving her natural state and finally as she feared the fire of passion would steep her he quenched the fire with a soaker of love.

For John it was a final candy kiss, a tweaked teat to nominate her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a torrent of seed pumping and coursing through his organic structure to flood hers. A waterspout unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the moment last as long as he could his humanness 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 absolve 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 devotee. ``

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

'' You made bed 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 little, '' she said, `` I am completely ruined. ``

'' Then the future time should be a pure joy, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

He lay back as the threshold closed, watching the candles guttering in the sudden draft as he listened to her pace 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, noblewoman Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah agreed, `` I can guarantee 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 hapless girl, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to withdraw your innocence no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's eye moistened, `` But it will resolve itself this eventide when you are alone with your beloved. ''

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

'' But why the hurry to depart, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is soft and affectionate, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

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

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

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

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

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

'' You treated her like a prostitute, made love to her when you should stimulate 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 hands in confusion, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

noblewoman Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now ravish and abuse the girl, do not seduce her, use the restraints, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

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

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

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

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her tit are self-conceited, her womanhood sparkle with desire, you Steward you have made her erotic love you ! ``

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

'' Use her like a working girl while you may, good night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

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

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her mounds against her pectus and in a 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 trunk craved his seed and she squirmed beneath him tormenting him in her turn.

He saw the heavens again, the backer sang and his seeded player pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke next forenoon, `` 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 ally whom he had never even though to snog had proved such a wanton fancy woman.

He dressed and took a tardily breakfast and joined Lord and Lady Caisterdale in their Carriage to come as was the custom a bit before the wedding was to start up, barely a bit before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast sedate individual, standing in a courtship of pitch-dark cut in a dash not seen for twenty years which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

lav sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many times he had bidden her sound day and departed for the town to sample a whore, where had he thought he might feature 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 serving, `` Do you shoot this man for your lawful espouse husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' Come child, that was the lord taking your innocence, it was nothing, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the overlord of the manor 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An elderly gentleman sir. ``

'' It was John, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was disco biscuit sir, I am ruined, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not espouse you any Sir Thomas More than you can get hitched with me. ``

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

'' Gospel According to John ? '' the Reverend demanded, `` You consorted with lav ? ``

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' unbearable, you sought to have me marry an impure wench, that is unendurable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish you good 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 house of the lord ! '' the clergyman 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, '' Creator Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to marry your daughter to such an insufferable dullard. ``

'' You sir are the shame 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 dare you, '' the reverend demanded, `` My daughter is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not bear to see her, who will fill her ? ``

`` Oh shut up man of the cloth, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` privy will take her for now, she will make an admirable bed mate, why a little girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles IX let us settle the child into her new situation. ``

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

'' Mistress, a kept woman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no better than a lady of pleasure ! ``

'' Oh my dear, '' Lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will savour it I am sure, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a fille de chambre, and we have no need of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall have twenty-four hour period to yourself but the Nox shall be Jasper Johns. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah had no other choices so with great reluctance she climbed into the carriage and they made precipitation to the Manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding wearing apparel to wear and so she borrowed a retainer 's dust coat from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her matter were got from the parsonage and in due course the family assembled in the sitting room.

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

'' responsibility ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should roll in the hay her space, '' dame Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servant, each morning you help me prune and each evening undress and are available to serve Charles or John as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

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

'' Well you ca n't, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale reminded him, `` The man of the cloth has disowned her and she is not twenty one yet. ``

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

'' Hold on privy, tis a big whole tone ! '' his father insisted.

'' No, my mind is made up, '' John insisted, `` shout out the parish meeting father, I wish to lay claim Sarah as my bride ! ``

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