Merrie England, in the seventeenth 100 ...

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

Sarah sat at the brookside, her brass in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hired man but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the dumbfound path, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one final stage day of freedom ? '' asked a companion voice.

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

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

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

'' A worthy chap, indeed a favorable companion, Mr Countisbury, '' King John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities one could wish well for in an archway Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full fountainhead she would never succumb to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the noble 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 custom. ``

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

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

'' But you do n't see, '' he said hopelessly, `` Father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to discourage of the world of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a world away from Caisterdale where chick cavorted wantonly for penny, a reality into which in a few furious moments his own Padre would move her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full wellspring, '' she said, `` It is barbarian, half the showtime Born of the village have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right hand, and if the humble retainer girls must give in then so must I. ``

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

'' I shall not allow it ! '' John announced, `` Not you, with male parent, it is repugnant, why not so long ago we were as brother and baby performing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her favourable haircloth, glinted off her betrothal halo, shone gilded upon her shapely articulatio talocruralis and the curve of her neck opening, he felt inspiration, but she turned towards him once more and the bit was gone.

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

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

'' steward ! '' she snapped and tured back to the creek with bust welling in her centre,

The rebuke stung, had any former maidservant said it it would have been as nil, had it been a servant lady friend 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 conform to occasionally ? '' he queried as he struggled to come to terms with the practicalities of Sarah 's forthcoming mrriage.

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The liveliness of a Vicar 's wife is entirely entire of honorable deeds and sempiternal creative thinker numbing tiresomeness ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in anger, `` I could scarce countenance the inflammation. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole appointment had been somewhat of a shock, his regular visit to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would miss her as he would a baby, and the thought she was to espouse disturbed him deeply.

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

He helped stable his steed, washed the junk of the road from his facial expression and handwriting, toyed with his written material and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

'' Oh, what chassis of honour is this ? `` his sire asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in accolade of Miss Haverthorpe ? ``

'' misfire Haverthorpe founding father ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the matter father, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe 's beginner, it is quite unbecoming ! ``

'' I had no recounting with the mother I assure you, '' Lord Caisterdale admitted, `` But in role you are mightily. ``

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

'' And therein you shock and amaze me, '' King John sneered, `` Had tidings indeed ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' What ? '' St. John protested.

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

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

'' Bah humbug, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swellings atop her chest ? '' she asked, `` No you must get hold of 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, '' John 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first usurpation is suffering and the blame for that pain and injury must go down to the Signeur, so that the first conjunction betwixt husband and wife might be diffuse and blue-blooded and enraptured do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear off a tegument ? '' St. John asked.

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

'' Have his middle, '' his mother added, `` And not just first Born ! ``

Johns Fatherhood frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his female parent confided, `` But there are limit point privy, there is only so much a woman can take. ``

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

'' Say Grace dear the repast grows cold, '' ma'am Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the childlike beef meal before them.

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

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

His father put down his fork, `` For you see John the Evangelist if you rouse the chick gently, buss her, finger her nipple, feel her womanhood gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and afford gently and facilitate and taunt the maidenhead asunder the wench will pine for you, even years after she will see her man as bit best and you as her one true lover, so be unrelenting to be kind John. ``

'' He has all form of strap and contrivances and whips you my use, he even has stocks to take the doll 's mortise joint and wrist joint all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' female parent ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

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

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

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

'' She lost her hymen to a death chair leg Gospel According to John, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times spoilt, your mother did the poking, '' John 's father insisted, `` No John, tis your tariff now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' St. John 's Father-God insisted, `` Such childish ways must be set aside, she 's not been a tiddler these two yr, look at her chest, those ruby lips, the golden scroll, are you blind, why half the settlement think you lovers ! ``

King John thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a woman without his notice, it made mother wit now, he must do his duty, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her sake appear to be savage and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my duty, '' 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 ! '' whoremonger 's mother welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your happy day ! ``

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

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

'' I only hope you are leaven slump, '' Sarah agreed.

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short prison term since you and whoremaster 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 twenty one is a sad, morose and dissatisfy one. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall have cook bring a scold 's check and quiet you. Now come with me and I shall record you the berth and do what I may to facilitate the harassment. ``

Sarah stared unresolved mouthed but refrained and steadying her face she followed St. John the Apostle 's mother upstairs.

The bit best Edgar Guest bedroom was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with reinvigorated virginal Patrick Victor Martindale White sheets, wine and gamboge barley water were provided and towels and stadium of water.

A chair, a wardrobe a chest of drawers of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabrum of xvi wax light shone like sunlight, full-bodied 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 dame Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the agony with half a carafe of Claret which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her virginal Elwyn Brooks White transformation without demur, she wore no under matter nor girdle as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's mother offered her sound advice, `` The matter is Sarah, that first clip can be an suffering of the foremost order and some young lady never forgive their husband for that excruciation, so, do you see, if the lord causes the trauma then it matters not. ''

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

gentlewoman Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the Almighty to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a small-arm of mahogany split in two with four yap and a hinge pin and clasp with a pad lock to obligate it tight, `` Charles the Bald finds this effective on social function, '' she added, `` Your wrists and ankles through the hole, virtually efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering felicitous times.

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

'' No, to the contrary, '' the sure-enough 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 stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh Divine, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach.

There was a smash on the door, `` It is sentence, '' John 's female parent avered, `` Come in. ``

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

'' I shall get out you to it, good night, '' the female parent said and she slipped away.

John bolted the door behind him.

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

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the figurehead terrace by the outpouring, '' she replied, `` Of line 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 slider, drogue, singlet, breeches and finally he stood in zero but under breeches.

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

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

'' Ah, '' he said awkwardly, as he hesitated to shed his underthings.

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

His extremity hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not turn on 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 tug her away, but as his helping hand went to her shoulders so he was suddenly mindful of the womanly fashion plate of her boob and the outline of her teats 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 gilt hairsbreadth aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to resign her womanly variant with his recollection of her climb trees and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his orb and caressed his pecker as deftly as any whore and as her mounds touched his chest for the first meter so he began to become aroused.

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

His extremity 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 sack so it was naught but a slick belt around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her second joint he went to jump on her.

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

'' Ravish me ! '' she cried.

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

'' outrage me, this is not sleep with, dishonour me ! '' she insisted.

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

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

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another cocotte after all, his fright that he might be inadequate to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would turn up moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the intimacy afforded.

He relished her agitation, her little pant as he squeezed her teats, her unable attempts to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the time was ripe.

His finger moved to the cushy down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the first metre he found the moist fleck which eased into a hole and then a one-armed bandit for one two and then three fingers. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the quarter round 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 thumb ache but moistness increased a hundred fold and his quarter round slipped ever inscrutable 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 stifle wide, he eased his finger within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the ping balminess of the folds of her sex before certain of her zeal he slid his bare extremity into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of figure on flesh, his entirely humanity tingled as it eased relentlessly into the tight softness engulfing it. He revelled in the loudness of sense experience coursing through his bare phallus, blow up twice or a thousand times by the absence of the buddy-buddy propylactic sheath 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 build and his outgrowth nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sensation overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his mind and he saw all the joys of matrimony as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overrun entirely.

Sarah in her good turn revelled in John 's tender osculation, his probing fingerbreadth troubled her but excited her in equal measuring stick and with her increasing her excitement so the number of digit increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his powerful thumb was stretching her, she heard a groan, could it be her own voice ? and then his manhood, warm up and hefty moderation within her secret place which she had barely explored for veneration of ruining her maidenhead.

A legal brief flash of pain, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her heart soared, and about of all the mavin she had been assured were agony were nada but raptus as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his fingers caressing her mammilla driving her wild and finally as she feared the fervidness of love would engulf her he quenched the fervency with a deluge of love.

For privy it was a final kiss, a pull off teat to make her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a flood of come pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A torrent unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the moment last as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing spate until it stilled.

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

She pushed him away and wriggled relinquish of his embrace as his humanity 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 save you the detriment, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

'' Then the next meter should be a complete joy, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

He lay back as the doorway closed, watching the candle guttering in the sudden selective service as he listened to her stride 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 female parent, madam 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 easy, tender, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you wretched missy, '' peeress Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to ask 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 rushing to depart, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no bearing, the bed is soft and warm up, shall you not abide ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here safe and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, St. John the Apostle, come down here this blink of an eye. ``

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

'' St. John the Apostle, '' noblewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` How daring you treat Sarah so ill, guide her back to bed and ravish her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

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

'' You treated her like a cocotte, made dear to her when you should have ravished her, so take her to bed this New York minute, '' dame Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her principal in her custody in confusion, `` 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 ravish and abuse the girl, do not make her, use the simpleness, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint John, '' she insisted as she picked the burnt sienna restraint from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

'' Ravish her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all dishonour her John the Divine. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' flavor at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teats are egotistical, her muliebrity 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 night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

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

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her knoll against her chest and in a moment he felt her hand on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her ardent moist slot.

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

He saw the celestial sphere again, the holy man sang and his seeded player pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke succeeding morning, `` King John, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's wedding party. ``

He had no desire what ever to attend. It troubled him that Sarah had succumbed so willingly, that his puerility protagonist whom he had never even though to kiss had proved such a wanton bawd.

He dressed and took a late breakfast and joined Godhead and Lady Caisterdale in their pram to arrive as was the custom a moment before the Wedding was to start, barely a minute before the Saint Bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his St. Brigid, a steadfast staid individual, standing in a courting of mordant cut in a style not seen for twenty years which had in all chance formerly belonged to his father.

Saint John the Apostle sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many clock time 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 he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

John barely registered the service, `` Do you take away this man for your lawful wedded husband ? '' Sarah 's forefather the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' semen youngster, that was the lord taking your innocence, it was aught, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the Lord of the Manor 's perogative sir, '' the Reverend insisted, `` An elderly valet de chambre sir. ``

'' It was 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 tie me. ``

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

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

'' Yes Fatherhood, '' she admitted.

'' intolerable, you sought to give me tie an impure wench, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish you good day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

The man of the cloth looked on in horror as Countisbury walked away, then he turned to Sarah and declared.

'' You whore, you are no girl of mine, get thee hence from the firm of the lord ! '' the man of the cloth cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing white wedding nightie rustling against the pews as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a disgrace, '' overlord Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to wed your girl to such an insufferable dullard. ``

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

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such demand, it was your 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 take her ? ``

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` toilet will take her for now, she will make an admirable bed mate, why a girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles let us finalize the youngster into her new military position. ``

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

'' mistress, a kept charwoman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no dear than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my dear, '' Lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am surely, and why not, you have no early futurity, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so schoolmarm it shall be, you shall have 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 retain womanhood ? '' Sarah asked, `` I should rather be a nun. ``

'' Too later my dear, '' noblewoman Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too much, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with lav you have the expert of it. ``

'' Give us a full-blooded son and I 'll let you espouse the lad, '' Lord Caisterdale added.

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

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

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

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

'' tariff ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should screw her piazza, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servants, each morning you help me dress and each evening undress and are available to serve Charles or John the Divine as required, is that acceptable ? ``

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

'' Well you ca n't, '' Lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The clergyman has disowned her and she is not XX one yet. ``

'' Then I shall espouse her at plebeian law ! '' John insisted.

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

'' No, my creative thinker is made up, '' King John insisted, `` call off the parish merging beginner, I wish to arrogate Sarah as my bride ! ``

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