Clarissa, master wife, doer 's sporting lady pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the general work stoppage of 1926.


I stood idly on the weed strewn platform with the blustery malarky ruffling my thin summertime suit, as it rattled the shut away wait way door and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected station garden and I watched the little power train which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided valley as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to cull me up in the Rolls Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station house across the road wearing shirt and braces where once he stood resplendent in darkness serge and atomic number 79 tress as he waved away the Jack London power train but today times were tough, the station was now but a halt and he eked out an cosmos initiative and closing the level crossing gates for the episodic one double-decker Railmotor or rarefied train of coal wagons from nearby colliery.

'' Bit blustery Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he shouted, `` You could expect in by here sir if you was minded to. ``

'' No, I thank you, Mr Cardle, '' I said, `` My man is informed. ``

'' Very unspoiled sir, '' he said.

pall twitched upstairs, Molly, Cardle 's eldest looked out, poor Molly, such a fresh fille when I knew her, fresh plucked and working at grind when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flat on her back all the hr of the day and nighttime to put a crust in her brother and sister backtalk. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the buck what she earned in fallal on her back but the oecumenical strike killed our valley, our steam mills lay slug and when the mines reopened our barter was gone and the miners stayed home and drank away their bother while their wife went to work the streets of Leeds of an eventide, coming plate on the midnight train the whore 's utter instead of working our looms.

But that was not my job, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the unequal struggle and sold my shares in the family firm to group of capital of the United Kingdom business community, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a tenth of what they were once worth and I now waited to face Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed darling, so graceful, elegant, charming but cold, icily low temperature, frigid, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't love me and neither did I bonk her, and while I spent Sunday Nox through Saturday morning working in Leeds or London, going down on sleeping car train of a Lord's Day and back of a Saturday on the Pullman car so it was just the Sat night when we lay lovelessly back to back in our loveless bed.

She was always so, she had a hearty dowery, we needed the money, her forefather believed she was a fragile somebody unsuited to a full phase of the moon marriage and thus from number of suitors he chose me for her husband as he believed I was a sodomite, master knows why, there was hardly a grinder girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the office as a lad, back before my father gave up the battle and passed on and so propelled me into trying to maintain his crumbling business Empire afloat and contribute men who as youths had fought in the Great War a fortune to feed their menage despite the rap and economic imprint,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't care living in a four bed house in Leeds with only a Captain Cook and two retainer then she could damned well join the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dowery of a hundred thousand hammering was gone, just one house that was all we owned, a two weeks was all we had to vacate the mediaeval freak of Barnestone Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the post office to say I would be on the two 15 from Leeds, and she assured me she would send word for Brabbinger to pile up me, yet five mo I had been waiting and there was no drum roll nor anything to be seen.

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as Molly waved at me from the upstairs window.

'' Yes thank you Mr Cardle and it 's Hardacre, Hard Acre, '' I said.

'' Very effective Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly threw my hat on the base and stamped upon it I was so frustrated, damnit if molly 's little sister had been abroad surely I should sampled her without a secondment thought, but Molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more stiffen my member to try out her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall walk, '' I said icily, `` Good day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my patent leather brake shoe 's soles I set to walk through the Greenwich Village and up to the Hall one last time.

The serried rows of houses looked unaccustomedly clean, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of sens and their dusting of heater debris now the pulverization had fallen tacit and the coal mine worked only one dig on one shift and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried rank of workess men queued outside the Miner 's arms waiting for Ted Harrod the Landlord to spread up, each in their make clean freshly laundered Edward White shirts, iniquity trousers and flat caps, a unvarying dress if ever there was one, jobless fellow, lads thrown on the scrap raft, spending the kiddies charity money on ale, what a waste.

I walked on, I knew eyes were upon me, I expect they was wondering why I was about, I had a spot do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried ranks of household, some beside the roadway with nothing but plenty space for a button bike for a itinerary but some with usurious movement gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the epithelial duct, some like twenty six and eight with the bedrooms storey with the road it so steep was the rise.

There was a piffling Robert Morris car, outside number twenty eight I fancied, all in contraband, like our the three estates run about, hard topped, and four seats not two and a dickie like the old 1, it took my eye, debt accumulator no dubiety, I thought, yet there were curtains at the window of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was number twenty eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the driver 's seat was occupied though with facing away from me the car hid him except his arm which was upon the window ledge.

All I had to do was remember the number of the landed estate car and I should have behaved otherwise but I failed to discern it and leap upon the rogue as if he were a debt accumulator or debt collectors man.

'' State your business ! '' I said.

'' Whup, '' the rogue said, a familiar rogue indeed.

'' Brabbinger, '' I gasped, `` What is the meaning of this ? ``

'' Ah, oh, ee, '' he said using every vowel but making no sentiency at all, `` Tis the missus. '' he said.

'' What missus, have you married surreptitiously, '' I asked.

'' Ah, no, I, '' he blustered.

'' So, take me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung round to the other side and squeezed through the door to join him in the cramped interior, `` campaign man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from black-market to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left word, '' I said, `` Two fifteen from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the British capital and North Eastern Railway can get here in under the round hour from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missus sir, '' he said, his tunic undone and his collar and hatless he looked a terminated swill - about and a disgrace.

'' Just drive red cent you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self newbie and it just ground uselessly.

'' Wind it man, '' I said, `` Use the handgrip. ``

He honked the trumpet, I though it most odd, and he stared anxiously at act twenty eight.

'' What exactly is the problem ? '' I asked, `` What is this ? '' I added as a man buttoning his shirt opened the threshold and another was there behind him.

'' I say, '' I said straightening, `` You there ! '' and he slammed the door.

'' The missis, '' Brabbinger explained.

'' It 's a anathemise whorehouse ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a doomed brothel in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the repulsion of the situation was too very much, it might be but two calendar week more that we owned the row of home but a bawdyhouse !

I threw the gate wide of the mark and I stormed down the cinder path, between neatly tended grasses, and banged the doorway, `` Open up ! '' I ordered, `` Open up for your Edwin Herbert Land Maker 's review ! ``

A charwoman squealed, a man chided her, `` What ? '' a fellow asked as he opened the door, `` Well if it ai n't the man ! '' he said sarcastically.

'' I am the Land Maker, '' I reminded him, `` Mr Weighton, is it not, '' I said recognising the fellow.

'' It 's James Bond ! '' he said, `` Jimmy chemical bond ! ``

'' Right, '' I said, `` right field, oh yes, I know you, '' I agreed.

'' You know my missis, '' he said, `` And me baby, '' he said.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` Yes of course of study. ``

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` One and twopence you paid you bastard ! ``

'' Look, it was a mediocre price, '' I explained.

'' funfair, yes carnival, '' he agreed, `` You know my married woman, well I knows yours ! ``

'' Everyone knows Clarissa, '' I said uncomprehendingly.

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` And not just me Mr 'Ardhaker sir, 'alf the bloody lads in Greenwich Village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you try that sir, that 's Wally Bulstrode up there right now poking her Mr 'Ardhaker sir ! ``

'' What are you blethering about man ? '' I demanded.

'' You 're a cuckold sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your free pardon Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like Jimmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she Jimmy ''

'' Upstairs now, you hear that Mr 'Ardhaker sir, that 's your missus being poked that is sir ! '' he leered.

'' I 'll cover with you presently ! '' I stormed, `` Let me past ! ``

They stood aside and I ascended the mean value, narrow, bare boarded stairway, a oaf lounged at the top, `` Two shillings for a fine gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the impact of my right fist on his jaw raised his skull a full phase of the moon six inches and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the door, twisted the knob left and right but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my entrance was in a shower of splinters, two blighter stood beside the bed, their uncut workmans overalls unstuck and hanging about their knees and their extremity rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted woman of the street who lay in her Elwyn Brooks White underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an atomic number 26 bed frame.

A slim dainty elegant whore, her elegant legs wrapped around the rough-cut familiar with a hirsute ass that would have been the superbia of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his penis slammed into and squelched out of her.

A golden haired whore, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the pearl comb that was my mother 's and her silver ear rings, a birthday present from myself.

'' Clarissa ! '' I wailed, `` What is the meaning of this ! ``

She jerked her fountainhead forward as Bulstrode, for it was he that was ploughing her, had his head go down and they impacted with a clop, `` Ohhh ! '' she wailed, `` St. John the Apostle ? ``

'' You bust Jimmy 's room access Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more pillock of the two clod as they stood rampant and naked still.

'' John, oh god John, but you 're not due until Sabbatum ! '' Clarissa protested,

'' No dearest, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there is an excellent and completely reasonable explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling behaviour ! '' She looked horror-stricken, `` In your own time, take your pleasure first my dearest. '' I said patronisingly.

'' We thought, begging your free pardon sir, that you would be more upset sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his shoulder as he continued to poke her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no share and share alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your innards with a rust-brown fishplate I 'll be sure the dogs and rats each have fair contribution of your ventriculus ! ``

He leapt from her with smartness leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her boob aroused but though perfectly formed sadly deficient in volume and her puss as the common workmen have it, gaping the backtalk slightly open, well used, glistening with her juices and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

Bulstrode grabbed for his pelage missed his foothold and fell sideways taking one of the oafs with him and they crashed into a corner of the sparsely furnished room entwined together like a pair of poofters.

'' Are you spare Clarissa, have you clip to explain your behaviour before you fornicate again ? '' I asked, `` You whore ! ``

'' You never come nursing home early, '' she protested.

'' And that 's you exempt ? '' I asked, `` That I never come home, then my apologia, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her helping hand, `` get along ! '' I demanded, and pulled her up to a sitting position.

'' I, ca n't, '' she protested.

'' Yes you can my darling, '' I said, `` number with me ! '' and I pulled until she was bent painfully stunt woman and she had to slew around to get her pes to the English of the bed or I would have dragged her head first to the floor.

'' John ! '' she wailed, `` Stop, I am not decorous. '' she protested, `` I need Harry ! '' she insisted.

'' Who the Amytal blazing is Harry ? '' I asked.

'' My prophylactic, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a synthetic rubber prophylactic off his member, a real enceinte responsibility reusable prophylactic like the lads would have got used in the great war.

'' Oh, I 'll buy you a box of new ones, '' I agreed.

'' My wearing apparel ! '' she said, as apart from her under shift which was open down the front revealing her titty and sex she was entirely and deliciously naked, `` John No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the room and onto the stairs, I almost sent her reeling with a knee in the small of her vertebral column but at the last moment I forced her manus up her back instead.

'' John for pities sake ! '' she wailed, `` I am all but naked ! ``

'' Oh yes ! '' I agreed and I just ripped the shift away completely, `` Now you 're bare, as befits a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she wailed and as the men looked on I dragged her naked and shivering from the house.

'' Look, '' I said, `` Not one individual lifts a digit to help you, is that not truly amazing ? ``

'' Please my shoes ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nothing, you 're to be a whore, fancy woman 's ca n't afford place, you 're going to be a barefoot whore so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a bean do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her prosperous hair cascading to her pale ping articulatio humeri and her free arm trying inadequately to cover her breasts and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the clinker path towards the asphalt road.

Men watched from upstairs as they dressed and those from downstairs as they waited their number, knowing now their number was denied, their free people fornication denied for this good afternoon at the very least.

Brabbinger watched us approach and opened the car threshold for her, but I pushed her past the picayune Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of untried men filed from the household and were following us at a respectful distance.

'' whoremaster No ! '' Clarissa wailed as the harsh road cut her feet but all she achieved was more faces staring from the roadside houses.

missy Farmington was walking towards us, a spinster of some LX years, dedicated to her mother and the church service dowdily dressed and untouched by man she admonished me saying `` Mr Hardacre, you should be ashamed of yourself ! ``

'' I, '' I said, `` Have zero to be ashamed of, she is the lady of pleasure, fornicating with all comers ! ''

'' He has gone entirely insane young lady Farmington, '' Clarissa insisted.

'' No, I 've seen the spark, at last ! '' I countered and I stormed along walking so briskly that Clarissa had to half run to keep with me.

The houses soon ended and the survey of the valley over the allotment gardens and the epithelial duct beyond opened and deprived of the shelter the houses provided the gusting wind seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the valley side, a few rain drops spattered the road and in the distance a train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the crossing gates for all to see but we had gone the improper way but by then the houses were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My feet, '' she protested, `` My hapless feet ! ``

'' Do n't worry, '' I said, `` I 'll find you a skillful cheap back alley to lay on your back in, '' I said, `` You little whore ! ``

'' But they hurt John ! '' she said.

Brabbinger was following in the little Esther Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` bring the Rolls. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to push Clarissa with a hand forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the home began to dip from sight over the reinvigorated horizon.

'' I sold the company, '' I told her.

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone colliery, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The Hall. '' I explained, `` I came home to severalize you. ``

'' Sold, is there anything left, after debts I mean, '' she asked earnestly.

'' Nothing much, a house in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so worried ! '' she said.

'' Yes, it looks like it ! '' I agreed.

'' I thought you might, you know, like Duffy Harrington. '' she said.

'' Top myself ! '' I snorted, `` No ! '' we had stopped now, I let her sit on the grass verge to massage her feet and then the rain started.

'' There 's a b, '' she said pointing, `` We could shelter. ''

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my munition, suddenly aware of her sexuality, for the scent of sex pervaded her and my appendage stirred as I carried her to the old stone b. I fiddled with the door catch but she knew how the old door opened with a wire and then we were inside.

I set her down on a straw bale.

'' No John do n't, '' she said.

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't force me, please, I 'll go, I 'll stay with Aunt Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a cheap bawd, a penny a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle-upon-Tyne maybe, London docks. ``

'' No, it will ruin you, '' she said awkwardly, `` If word got around, you can not ! ``.

'' Leeds then, I shall advertise your services and convert the basement into a dungeon. '' I explained and my thumb was between her legs probing.

'' Go on, '' she said, `` I 'm listening. ``

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually excited !, all those bloody years using jelly and lord knows what so we might get married and you 're excited. ''

'' I ca n't help it ! '' she admitted.

'' Of course you can, register some decorum ! '' I ordered.

'' And you, you 're excited too ! '' she said and she reached out and rubbed the bulge in my lightweight trousers.

'' Clarissa, '' I protested, but she was undoing the buttons on my fly and then my belt, I should take in protested and stopped her but then my trousers were down and she bent her head and took the tip of my putz into her mouth.

I pulled away, `` No downstairs ! '' I said.

'' No, I do n't let Harry, '' she said, her anathemize prophylactic.

'' You are my married woman, '' I reminded her, `` So conduct like one ! '' and I forced her knees apart forcefully and pushed her onto her backbone as she lay on the straw and guided my manhood within her.

'' John ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as shocked as I that our union was so easy so smooth, so natural.

'' Whore, '' I chided, `` Milk me, work your muscleman and milk me you whore. ``

'' You will withdraw wo n't you ? '' she asked, `` I need my Harry. ``

'' Why ? '' I asked, `` When you can be a barefoot whore with a child in tow.

'' Your nipper, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her muscles rippled.

'' period that, '' I ordered.

'' No, '' she replied, `` I sha n't, '' she insisted, `` Do your duty ! ``

'' Very well, '' I said, `` Then I shall use you like a whore ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't throw a, '' I said but the fellow rush had started, my orb churned and my cum boiled from me.

'' Ohhhhh, '' she gasped, `` That 's so good, do it, do it now, OOohhhhhhh ! '' she wailed and I started to cum.

She gasped and as I pumped her broad of my juices she held me tightly

'' Oh, '' she said, `` I forgot, you had no Harry, I did n't entail it to bechance ! ``

'' It matters not to me, '' I admitted, `` Whether you 're filled or unfilled, I care zippo for you, nothing ! ``

'' But, oh my, surely, surely that meant something to you ? '' she asked

'' null, but I am big soft, suck me, '' I ordered, `` It meant null to me, you 're a whore so earn your tuppence and suck me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' sucking my appendage, suck it hard. '' I proposed.

'' It 's unworthy and gungy, '' she protested lemely.

'' London whore do n't object, '' I said, `` So suck ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her hair and forced her head into my crotch.

'' Please, do n't displume my hair out ! '' she protested and she took my phallus and began to figure out the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your back, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the first clip so make yourself comfortable because this could look at some meter. ``

'' Yes sir, '' she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, `` Can I palpate your manly chest sir ? '' she asked as she played the whore now.

'' Of path you may my dear, '' I agreed, as I aimed my process at her sopping wet vagina, and pressed myself firmly upon her, `` There 's an extra threepence for you if your very, very gracious to me. ``

'' Oh, thank you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulders and then with her mitt upon my back she held me to her.

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the look of her unimpeded by cautionary, and even the thin Greater London safety company sleeves I habitually used spoiled my pleasure to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven.

'' What 's you name girl ? '' I asked her.

She looked obscure, and then understood `` Lola sir, '' she said, `` I call myself Lola. ``

'' I shall ask for you particularly, '' I said, `` When I have need of a whore. ``

'' I thank you sir ! '' she agreed, and then asked, `` Can you finish sir, please, my binding is breaking. ``

I looked her in the eye and took the comb from her hair and threw it in a niche, and the ear rings, gently I extracted them and bemuse them away.

'' I shall divorce you, and you shall be Lola my fancy woman, '' I said firmly.

'' But lav ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a whore then stimulate one, cooking cleansing and fry for your day and on your back of an evening, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

'' And my acquaintance, '' I said, `` What say you ? ``

'' Yes, '' she said, `` Shall I live in Leeds with you ? ``

'' Indeed for nothing else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my guard slip and the consequence of exaltation was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a moment and then I withdrew, took my cap and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a handkerchief I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear annulus and was looking for the cockscomb, `` Leave it ! '' I ordered, `` Come ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my arm sort out of the ground, `` I 'll acquit you, '' I said and with a hand on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the left carried her back to the horrid gothic Barnestone Manor.

'' Oh my Lord, '' Mrs bridge circuit my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, `` What happened ? ``

'' I found this tart fornicating in the village, have her washed and observe her a duster would you. '' I asked.

'' But brothel keeper ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

'' Enough, '' I said, `` Do as say we can not have naked whores upstairs. '' and I left them.

The Brandy bottle in my study was void, I threw it against the rampart in foiling and watched the brown sherd glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the telephone exchange would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the rolling, I realised I had left my left my paper case at the brothel house, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bathroom before the kitchen range as Mrs Bridges bathed her.

'' I have business in the village, '' I explained.

'' Gospel According to John please, do n't do anything anserine ! '' Clarissa warned.

'' As if you care ! '' I said, `` Whore ! ``

The Morris car was there still, I went to start it but the barrage was dead and I had no venter for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my newspaper case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

Faithful yet disloyal Brabbinger, had he enjoyed Clarissa I wondered, his stinking fat pot belly crushing her slight form to the filthy stained mattress as he ploughed her.

I knew he undoubtedly had and then I saw the coil approach, `` I could n't regain you sir. '' he apologised.

'' Did you poke my married woman ? '' I demanded, `` Or were you just my wife 's pimp ! ``

'' Chauffeur sir, naught more sir, nothing less sir, Chauffeur sir. '' he said firmly, and probably insincerely.

'' Take me to the colliery, '' I ordered.

'' It 's tea time sir, '' he said.

'' Damn it, I 'll labor ! '' I said though I had n't driven for age and flung his door wide.

He stepped down, `` As you wish sir. '' he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an estimation of a Kangaroo 's gait a series of bone jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the gun and the clutch pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside number xx eight, I swung the Rolls to a stoppage, `` Have a effective laugh at my disbursement, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the other side of your heads come side by side month, '' I added, `` Colliery 's sold, grind 's sold and the three estates 's sold, you wo n't have pauperization of a whore, you 'll take in need of a bed for to sleep in ! ``

I punched the self fledgeling and lurched away, grinding to the pit to propagate the news then onto the Mill.

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the colliery manager said, and he extended a mitt, `` We appreciate your elbow grease sir, '' he said, `` No one could bear done Thomas More, '' and at the milling machinery they were equally unsurprised.

I returned home, Clarissa was nowhere to be seen, but a simple dinner was simmering and I ate ravenously.

Mrs Bridges brought my sweet, a raspberry tart.

'' My wife and I shall divorce, '' I said, `` Have her things moved to the Amytal room forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not portion a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

'' What, tonight sir ? '' she asked.

'' This Nox, have that hussy Lola help you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my plate away and retired to the study, then as night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery organisation band playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the pawn back to languish idle in the foreman office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one gardener now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the moonlight I returned for my supper.

'' Have warm milk sent up, I shall move back, '' I told Mrs bridge circuit and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom side by side though in low temperature water, and dressed in my simple Nox shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, `` Come, '' I said and the room access opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a bare white shift and carrying a jug of warmly milk.

'' Mrs Bridges sent me sir, '' she said, `` Will there be anything else sir begging your forgiveness. ``

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The strumpet I sampled earlier ? ``

'' Oh yes sir, indeed sir, '' she said mimicking a handmaid, `` Did I give atonement sir. '' she asked.

'' Indeed, but my bed is coldness, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled open the blanket and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, quick the bed with your warmth ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her shift and lofted it over her head.

'' OOhhh sir ! '' she trilled and her hands were upon my nightshirt lifting and my appendage released was swelling and, `` Yes, do it ! '' she said her eyes aflame, `` enjoy me ! ``

I held her and swing over onto the bed, slipping my understructure beneath the covering before pulling the blankets over us and covering her even as she guided me inside her.

I kissed her neck, `` John the Divine no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to mark you as my own, '' I said as I left love raciness on each other shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her part raked my back and tush with her finger's breadth nails as I took my pleasance as great white clouds of ether seemingly engulfed me until at length pounding rushing relief came like the cheekiness of a flock waterfall and in the damp and joy and relief as I held her so we slept.

The sun was high in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the mantle, `` Come back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

'' But I need to think, '' she said evasively.

'' Come to bed Clarissa, '' I said, `` Please. ``

'' Clarissa, not Lola ? '' she asked.

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will blab out, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and flabby yet hard intrusions that make my entirely being cry out with pleasure, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I privy, Clarissa and Lola are one and the same, it is you, from where did your passion hail, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of boys hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase cocotte, I admit, but madam, girls, never boys, never sodomy, how can you call back that of me ? ``

'' So how can you spurn me, '' she asked, `` A perfunctory union of a Sat, it can not be sufficient. ''

'' And fill-in, you seek it now ? '' I asked.

'' No I am quite sated, '' she said, `` Do you ? ``

'' I do, '' I said.

'' Then rape me sir, I can not resist, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

'' I shall do my duty, '' she replied,

'' And for threepence will you pretend to love me Lola ? '' I asked.

'' If you promise to wrap me in silk and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god privy, just get me, make me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your tariff sir, you have need of an heir ! ``

I took handgrip of her by the articulatio humeri and eased her down the bed until I could cut through her, my parts slid within her parts and our union was finish and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every exclamation of love.

And then we lay sated, `` Lola, '' I whispered, `` bring my wife Camilla. ``

'' Yes sir, she said, certainly sir. '' she said and when she returned she was dressed in her own farsighted white nightgown.

'' Sit down, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` I wo n't change you know, I have cravings, '' she explained.

'' peter ? '' I asked, she nodded.

'' Cock, '' she agreed, `` It builds up, you know ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` But not all the time ? ``

'' It builds up, '' she said again.

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a cleaning woman, every night, '' I looked into her eyes, she looked interested.

'' A cleaning woman ? '' she said, `` I thought ? ``

'' fancy woman, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never own an affair and. '' I thought before I said, `` Humiliate you. ``

'' While I have had all the men in the Greenwich Village very nearly and cuckolded and humiliated you, is that what you are saying ? '' she asked.

'' If you say so, '' I agreed.

'' It 's only occasionally, not every night, '' she said, `` But, well, there were quite a lot of them. ``

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

'' Yes, days mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always careful. ``

'' I should convulse you, but to be bonnie it 's a huge succor, `` I said. `` I did n't have it off how to narrate you we are ruined but it does n't seem so crucial now. ``

'' And you 'll kick in up the whores now ? '' she asked.

'' When you are available to me, '' I said, `` And you, the working man ? ``

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` fulfill me now St. John the Apostle, I demand satisfaction. ``

'' You little fornicatress, '' I declared, and I took her by the shoulders and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .