Merrie England, in the seventeenth century ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the hayfield of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old Isidor Feinstein Stone bridge beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in dark oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in paw but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the annoy path, `` Ah miss Haverthorpe, one death day of freedom ? '' asked a familiar voice.

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

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom cab font, his all-embracing shouldered anatomy, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair.

He looked down seeing the young daughter of his childhood rather than the new woman in the wax bloom of life which she had become

'' A suitable fellow, indeed a prosperous associate, Mr Countisbury, '' Saint John the Apostle chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities one could like 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 maidenhead of all the maiden over of the parish belonged to the Lord of Caisterdale to be plucked on their marriage eve.

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

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

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

'' But you do n't empathize, '' he said hopelessly, `` Father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to admonish of the reality of adultery which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a populace away from Caisterdale where wenches cavorted wantonly for cent, a world into which in a few furious moments his own father would propel her into unsuspicious and unwilling.

'' I understand wax wellspring, '' she said, `` It is barbarian, half the first-class honours degree borns of the village have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right, and if the humble retainer girl must knuckle under then so must I. ``

He wanted to bet into her eyes, to see her soul but she stared through her Word of God and into a world far beyond.

'' I shall not allow it ! '' Saint John the Apostle announced, `` Not you, with father, it is abhorrent, why not so long ago we were as brother and Sister playing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden haircloth, glinted off her meshing anchor ring, shone fortunate upon her shapely ankle and the bend of her neck, 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 excellent vicar 's wife. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's wife is entirely wax of good workings and endless mind numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her Good Book down in wrath, `` I could scarce let the excitement. ``

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

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, good day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and rode dwelling house, his thoughts greatly troubled.

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

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

'' Miss Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, Edward Young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not get in until nighttime, '' his beginner averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you conclusion forewent the delights of the Dog and duck's egg to dine with us, ''

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

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

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

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the thing Padre, '' Saint John the Apostle said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more than to be Miss Haverthorpe 's forefather, it is quite unseemly ! ``

'' I had no relations with the female parent I assure you, '' Lord Caisterdale admitted, `` But in part you are right. ``

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

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

His female parent sat bolt upright, `` And the upshot is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with young woman Sarah or indeed any Sir Thomas More maidens. ''

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

'' Oh poor young woman Haverthorpe, '' John sneered.

'' Poor Miss Haverthorpe indeed, '' his female parent 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 humbug, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the gibbousness atop her chest ? '' she asked, `` No you must confiscate her roughly and claim her, pluck away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your duty Charles. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' St. John 's forefather admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first usurpation is agony and the rap for that pain sensation and scathe must devolve to the Signeur, so that the first gear conjunction betwixt husband and wife might be soft and gentle and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I fag a skin ? '' privy asked.

'' master no, not if she 's pure, why half the village, '' his Father of the Church started to say proudly.

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

Johns father frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his female parent confided, `` But there are limits whoremaster, there is only so much a cleaning lady can get. ``

'' One damned small fry, twenty two days, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

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

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

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

His Father put down his fork, `` For you see John if you rouse the wench gently, buss her, finger her teats, feel her woman gently, probe it, allow it to mature and open gently and comfort and card the maidenhead asunder the dame will ache for you, even years after she will see her man as second best and you as her one true lover, so be brutal to be kind John. ``

'' He has all sorts of straps and contraption and whip you my use, he even has stocks to subscribe the wench 's mortise joint and articulatio radiocarpea all in a row, '' the female parent explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' female parent ! '' John protested.

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A life solicitation efficacious in every circumstance. ``

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

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

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

'' And what makes it ten times worse, your mother did the jab, '' john 's Fatherhood insisted, `` No Saint John the Apostle, tis your duty now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' bathroom 's father insisted, `` Such childish way must be set aside, she 's not been a kid these two twelvemonth, look at her breast, those reddish lips, the prosperous ringlets, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

can thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a char 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 cruel and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my duty, '' he said nobly.

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

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

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

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

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

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short time since you and John 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 20 and one and as begetter says an unmarried wench of twenty one is a sad, morose and dissatisfied one. ``

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

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All virginal T. H. White awaiting to be sullied by the vivid red ! ``

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

'' Oh thank god, I was so panic-stricken ! '' Sarah gasped with evident relief.

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' lavatory 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall get Cook bring a nagger 's bridle and silence you. Now come with me and I shall show you the place and do what I may to ease the bedevilment. ``

Sarah stared clear mouthed but refrained and steadying her nervousness she followed lavatory 's mother upstairs.

The second best Edgar Albert Guest sleeping accommodation was ready already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virtuous white sheets, vino and lemon barley water were provided and towels and bowls of water.

A chairwoman, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of xvi cd shone like sunlight, rich carpeting carpeted the base and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her luck, 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 girdle as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's mother offered her vocalize advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that first off meter can be an suffering of the first order and some girls never forgive their husbands for that agony, so, do you see, if the Godhead causes the distress 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 control she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a slice of mahogany rip in two with four holes and a hinge pin and clasp with a pad lock to reserve it taut, `` Jacques Charles finds this efficacious on occasion, '' she added, `` Your wrists and ankle through the jam, 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 plow me thus ? ``

'' No, to the adverse, '' the older woman insisted, `` He must for the choice is to give birth you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating wildcat he has become and thank your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach.

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

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

'' I shall allow you to it, good Nox, '' 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 fountain, '' she replied, `` Of row 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 of action, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slipper, socks, singlet, 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 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 floor, while the waistband remained, `` Oh ! ``

His member 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 discerning of, '' she chided suddenly emboldened and she moved closer.

He went to drive her away, but as his custody went to her shoulders so he was suddenly aware of the feminine swell of her breast and the outline of her teats against the thin white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulder of her fault aside and eased it down gently.

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

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to settle her feminine form with his recollection of her climbing Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and running around as a child.

Her switching slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his nut and caressed his spear as deftly as any woman of the street and as her mounds touched his chest for the first time so he began to turn aroused.

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

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

She led him by the helping hand and flung back the bed clothes, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a silken swath around her waist and easing his knee inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

His fingers sought her soft 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 out of the question, '' he insisted, `` You must be aroused, let me. ``

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

Her mamilla were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another sporting lady after all, his fears that he might be unequal to the job evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would establish moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the closeness afforded.

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

His digit moved to the soft down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her branch to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the first time he found the moist spot which eased into a hole and then a slot for one two and then three fingerbreadth. He inserted a ovolo, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her brass in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to flesh out the scissure, the force made his thumb aching but damp increased a hundred fold and his thumb slipped ever recondite until it was inadequate to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to straddle her and gently eased his articulatio genus between her thigh parting them and spreading her knees wide, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the tap softness of the bend of her sex before sealed of her forwardness he slid his bare appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the genius of physical body on soma, his completely humanity tingled as it eased relentlessly into the soused womanishness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of sensory faculty coursing through his bare penis, hyperbolise twice or a thousand metre by the absence seizure of the thick propylactic sheath he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increase resistance, he thrust with his pelvis, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her anatomy 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 Shangri-la opened in his creative thinker and he saw all the delight of union as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

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

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular pollex was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own articulation ? and then his manhood, warm and powerful alleviation within her secret station which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A legal 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 bosom soared, and most of all the sensations she had been assured were agony were naught but ecstasy as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his fingers caressing her teat driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of passion would absorb her he quenched the fires with a violent stream of love.

For John it was a final buss, a tweak teat to make her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a torrent of germ pumping and coursing through his dead body to flood hers. A downpour unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the present moment finish as long as he could his manhood 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 complimentary of his bosom as his humanness shrank.

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

'' I eased you, to relieve you the hurt, '' 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 little, '' she said, `` I am completely ruined. ``

'' Then the following meter should be a complete pleasure, '' 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.

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

He lay back as the room access closed, watching the standard candle guttering in the sudden conscription as he listened to her footsteps receding as she went down the stairs.

He wanted her again already, but he was sure enough it would soon pass.

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' John 's mother, Lady Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah agreed, `` I can ascertain you that I am completely ruined, quite impure, destroyed, distraught. ``

'' Was it horrendous ? '' she asked.

'' No, no, not at all, it was patrician, tender, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you piteous young woman, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to ingest your whiteness no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's center 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, '' dame Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is soft and warm, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here good and lovesome, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, John, hail down here this instant. ``

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

'' John the Evangelist, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, consider her rachis to bed and enrapture her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

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

'' You treated her like a whore, made love to her when you should hold ravished her, so take her to bed this flash, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head in her hands in mix-up, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

peeress Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now enchant 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 gradation, the bed awaited, still lightly stained with red and she lay upon it.

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint privy, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany control from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

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

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' flavour at her, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her mamilla are swollen, her womanhood glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her love you ! ``

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

'' Use her like a cocotte while you may, good Nox ! '' she replied and slipped away.

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

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her cumulus against her dresser and in a moment he felt her handwriting on his humanity guiding it unerringly into her affectionate moist slot.

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

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

She was gone when he woke next dawning, `` John, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's wedding. ``

He had no desire what ever to advert. 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 bearing to come as was the custom a moment before the Wedding was to get down, barely a bit before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast staid individual, standing in a suit of smuggled cut in a vogue 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 multiplication he had bidden her adept day and departed for the township to taste a bawd, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe wedlock he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

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

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

'' seed child, that was the Almighty taking your innocence, it was nothing, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the noble of the Manor 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An older gentleman sir. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' unbearable, you sought to have me marry an impure doll, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish 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 house of the lord ! '' the reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

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

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

'' You sir are the shame with your evil pattern, 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 clergyman demanded, `` My girl is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not bear to see her, who will take her ? ``

`` Oh shut up Reverend, '' madam Caisterdale insisted, `` John will take her for now, she will make an admirable bed teammate, 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 service as Godhead and ma'am Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to get my son 's mistress Sarah, '' Lady Caisterdale explained.

'' Mistress, a kept charwoman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no secure than a harlot ! ``

'' Oh my dear, '' peeress Caisterdale explained, `` You will savour it I am sure, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so schoolmistress it shall be, you shall have days to yourself but the nights shall be Johns. ``

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

'' Too late my love, '' Lady Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish lasciviousness too much, why we could her you screaming in cristal, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with John you have the in force of it. ``

'' Give us a hearty son and I 'll let you marry the blighter, '' Godhead Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no other choices so with great reluctance she climbed into the carriage and they made rushing to the manor hallway. Sarah had naught but her hymeneals dress to wear and so she borrowed a servant 's smock from Mrs John Hope Franklin the housekeeper while her affair were got from the parsonage and in due course the family assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall pull up a listing of duties for you child, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' duty ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should know her piazza, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with bathroom or the servants, each forenoon you help me set and each evening undress and are uncommitted to swear out Charles or John as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

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

'' well you ca n't, '' lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not twenty dollar bill one yet. ``

'' Then I shall marry her at coarse law ! '' lavatory insisted.

'' Hold on King John, tis a big whole tone ! '' his male parent insisted.

'' No, my judgment is made up, '' King John insisted, `` ring the parish meeting father, I wish to claim Sarah as my bride ! ``

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