Merrie England, in the 17th C ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadow of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old Harlan Fiske Stone bridge deck beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in phantom forgetful to the scene, staring unseeing into the length, playscript in bridge player but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the get at path, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one last day of freedom ? '' asked a conversant voice.

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

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

He looked down seeing the Brigham Young missy of his puerility rather than the young woman in the wide efflorescence of life which she had become

'' A worthy fellow, indeed a favourable fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the quality one could wish for in an archway 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 rite of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maiden over of the parish belonged to the Lord of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

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

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 translate, '' he said hopelessly, `` Father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to warn of the world of adultery which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a world away from Caisterdale where skirt cavorted wantonly for cent, a human race into which in a few furious moments his own beginner would prompt her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full well, '' she said, `` It is uncivilised, half the low Born of the village have your beginner 's centre. '' she announced, `` But it is his rightfulness, and if the modest servant lady friend must succumb then so must I. ``

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

'' I shall not allow it ! '' whoremonger announced, `` Not you, with father, it is repulsive, why not so long ago we were as brother and sis playing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

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

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall make an first-class vicar 's wife. ``

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

'' keeper ! '' she snapped and tured back to the creek with crying welling in her eyes,

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

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's wife is entirely full of good works and endless mind numbing ennui ! '' she snapped and she threw her Good Book down in ira, `` I could scarce allow the fervor. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole engagement had been somewhat of a jolt, his even visits to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would overleap her as he would a baby, and the thought she was to marry disturbed him deeply.

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

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

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

'' Miss Haverthorpe beginner ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not get in until dark, '' his father averred, `` Why it must be a calendar 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, monkey business sector ? '' his father chided.

'' Leave the pathetic boy alone Charles, '' 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 father, '' St. John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe 's father, it is quite unbecoming ! ``

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

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

'' And therein you impact and amaze me, '' John sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His female parent sat dash upright, `` And the outcome is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with fille Sarah or indeed any more maiden. ''

'' It 's my tenderness son, '' the overlord said, `` It pains me. ``

'' Oh pathetic Miss Haverthorpe, '' whoremonger sneered.

'' poor people 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 zippo but a shaver ! ``.

'' Bah fraud, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the prominence atop her dresser ? '' she asked, `` No you must seize her roughly and claim her, charge away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your responsibility Charles I. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' Saint John the Apostle 's don admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first intrusion is agony and the rap for that pain in the neck and hurt must accrue to the Signeur, so that the foremost conjunction betwixt husband and married woman might be soft and gentle and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear a hide ? '' John asked.

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

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

whoremonger father frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his female parent confided, `` But there are limits John the Evangelist, there is only so much a fair sex can take. ``

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

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

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

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

His father put down his fork, `` For you see John Lackland if you rouse the wench gently, osculate her, finger her teats, experience her fair sex gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and open gently and ease and razz the hymen asunder the wench will pine for you, even years after she will see her man as 2nd best and you as her one rightful fan, so be unrelenting to be variety Saint John. ``

'' He has all sorts of strap and dodge and whip you my use, he even has stocks to take the wench 's ankles and wrists all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not defy. ``

'' female parent ! '' John protested.

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

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

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

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

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

'' And what makes it ten times defective, your female parent did the poking, '' John 's sire insisted, `` No John, tis your duty now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' John 's Father-God insisted, `` Such infantile elbow room must be set aside, she 's not been a nipper these two geezerhood, look at her chest, those ruby lips, the golden whorl, are you blind, why half the Village think you lovers ! ``

privy thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a womanhood without his notice, it made mother wit now, he must do his responsibility, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's saki and her sake appear to be savage and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my tariff, '' he said nobly.

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

'' Sarah ! '' John 's female parent welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your happy day ! ``

Sarah looked at the story unhappily, `` Indeed it is peeress Caisterdale. ``

John 's mother replied cheerily, `` Cheer up my dearest, tomorrow will dawn with bright cheerfulness and only happiness will look you will see ! ``

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

Charles the Bald stepped forward, `` It seems such a shortstop metre since you and lavatory played together in this very way, 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 dollar bill and one and as father says an single dame of XX one is a sad, morose and dissatisfied one. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall consume cook bring a nag 's bridle and secretiveness you. Now come with me and I shall prove you the position and do what I may to ease the harassment. ``

Sarah stared heart-to-heart mouthed but refrained and steadying her spunk she followed bathroom 's mother upstairs.

The secondment best guest bedroom was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal white sheets, wine and gamboge barleycorn water were provided and towels and bowls of urine.

A chair, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen candela shone like sunlight, rich rug carpeted the story and all was as princely as any fancy woman '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 carafe of claret which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine-coloured she disrobed to her virginal white shift without demurral, she wore no under things nor corsets as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's female parent offered her heavy advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that number 1 time can be an agony of the first order and some girl never forgive their married man for that agony, so, do you see, if the master causes the detriment then it matters not. ''

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

peeress Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the Jehovah to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a opus of reddish brown rip in two with four holes and a hinge pin and clasp with a pad lock to hold it wet, `` Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your articulatio radiocarpea and ankle joint through the cakehole, about effectual, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

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

'' No, to the contrary, '' the quondam 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 wolf he has become and thank your whiz for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh Divine, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footstep approach.

There was a knock on the door, `` It is time, '' Saint John 's mother avered, `` seminal fluid in. ``

'' Ah, father said, '' St. John explained awkwardly.

'' I shall provide you to it, good nighttime, '' the mother 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 front patio by the fountain, '' she replied, `` Of course of study 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, rug slider, drogue, undershirt, breeches and finally he stood in naught 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 disgorge his underthings.

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

His appendage hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not excite 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 campaign her away, but as his manpower went to her shoulders so he was suddenly cognizant of the womanly swell of her breast and the lineation of her mamilla against the thin lily-white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her fault aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her gilded fuzz aside he kissed her neck.

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

Her slip slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his Lucille Ball and caressed his shaft as deftly as any whore and as her mounds touched his chest of drawers for the first sentence so he began to become aroused.

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

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

She led him by the mitt and flung back the bed wearing apparel, he pulled up her teddy so it was naught but a silken whack around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

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

'' Ravish me ! '' she cried.

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

'' Ravish me, this is not love, ravish 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 mamilla, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his sassing were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her dentition, `` Oh. ``

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

He relished her excitement, her niggling gasps as he squeezed her teat, her ineffective attempts to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the sentence was ripe.

His finger's breadth moved to the mild down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the get-go prison term he found the moist spot which eased into a hole and then a expansion slot for one two and then three finger. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the leaf harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the fissure, the force made his finger ache but damp increased a C fold and his thumb slipped ever deeper until it was unequal to the task.

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

He revelled in the sense datum of flesh on flesh, his whole manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the tight gentleness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of sensations coursing through his bare member, overstate twice or a thousand times by the absence of the thick propylactic sheath he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increased resistor, he thrust with his rose hip, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his musket ball against her flesh and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sensations overwhelmed him.

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

Sarah in her bend revelled in John 's ship's boat candy kiss, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in equal measurement and with her increasing her upheaval 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 easing within her secret place which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief flash of pain, a cry she had no reminiscence of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her tenderness soared, and most of all the sensations she had been assured were torment were naught but X as he filled her to excess, a pant, a groan, his finger caressing her tit driving her state of nature and finally as she feared the fervour of rage would plunge her he quenched the ardour with a waterspout of love.

For lavatory it was a terminal buss, a pluck teat to make up her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a soaker of come pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A soaker unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the moment 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 breathe lying upon her.

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

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

'' I eased you, to save you the injury, '' 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 phlebotomize ? ``

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

'' Then the next metre should be a complete pleasure, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely birth it, '' she said and she rearranged her transformation, pulled on her cloak and skid and went to leave him.

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

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

He lay back as the doorway closed, watching the candle 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, '' privy 's mother, Lady Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah agreed, `` I can reassure 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 poor fille, '' noblewoman Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your innocence no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's eyes moistened, `` But it will conclude itself this evening when you are alone with your beloved. ''

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

'' But why the rushing to deviate, '' peeress Caisterdale asked, `` There is no baby buggy, the bed is soft and warm, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

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

'' No ! '' she gasped, but can was upon them, struggling with his rear of barrel as he ran.

'' John, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How daring you treat Sarah so ill, take her rear to bed and violate her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the farthest consideration ! '' King John insisted.

'' You treated her like a cyprian, made love to her when you should take ravished her, so admit her to bed this instant, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her straits in her script 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 simplicity, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

Sarah turned and turned again but there was no escape so she retraced her tone, 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 mahogany restraint from the storey, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

'' Ravish her then, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` trammel her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all ravish her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teat are swollen-headed, her womanhood glitter with desire, you Steward you have made her love you ! ``

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

'' Use her like a harlot while you may, adept night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

Sarah went to protest but St. 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 breast and in a here and now he felt her bridge player on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her tender moist slot.

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

He saw the welkin again, the angels sang and his seed pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke side by side morning, `` John, you must get dressed, it is kept woman 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 snog had proved such a wanton fancy woman.

He dressed and took a of late breakfast and joined Lord and Lady Caisterdale in their baby buggy to come as was the customs duty a minute before the Wedding was to commence, barely a minute before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast staid individual, standing in a cause of black cut in a style not seen for twenty years which had in all chance formerly belonged to his father.

John sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many times he had bidden her honest day and departed for the town to taste a woman of the street, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe married couple he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

John barely registered the serve, `` Do you take this man for your rule-governed get hitched with hubby ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' Come youngster, that was the lord taking your innocence, it was null, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the Lord of the manor 's perogative sir, '' the man of the cloth insisted, `` An senior gentleman sir. ``

'' It was toilet, 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 get married 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.

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

'' Yes male parent, '' she admitted.

'' Intolerable, you sought to have me marry an impure wench, that is unbearable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not care you good 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 Maker ! '' the clergyman cried, `` Go ! ``

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

'' You sir are a disgrace, '' Lord Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to get married your daughter to such an insufferable dullard. ``

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

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such demand, it was your alternative sir ! ``

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

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` John will look at her for now, she will make an admirable bed mate, why a daughter more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` cum Prince Charles let us make up the fry into her new position. ``

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

'' schoolmarm, a kept charwoman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no in force than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my beloved, '' Lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will enjoy it I am sure, and why not, you have no former future tense, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so schoolma'am it shall be, you shall receive days to yourself but the nights shall be Johns. ``

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

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

'' Give us a lusty son and I 'll let you wed the gent, '' Lord Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no early pick so with bang-up reluctance she climbed into the carriage and they made rush to the Manor Charles Martin Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding apparel to wear and so she borrowed a servant 's gaberdine from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the parsonage and in due course the class assembled in the sitting room.

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

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should know her post, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servants, each sunrise you help me prune and each eventide undress and are uncommitted to help Charles or King John as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

'' No, '' St. John the Apostle 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 common law ! '' John insisted.

'' Hold on John, tis a big stone's throw ! '' his beginner insisted.

'' No, my psyche is made up, '' John insisted, `` Call the parish meeting father, I wish to arrogate Sarah as my bride ! ``

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