Clarissa, victor married woman, Worker 's fancy woman pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the general strike of 1926.


I stood idly on the pot strewn platform with the blustery lead ruffling my thin summer suit, as it rattled the lock away waiting room threshold and rustled the plushy cow parsley on the now neglected post garden and I watched the little railroad 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 pick me up in the Rolls Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old place theater across the road wearing shirt and duo where once he stood resplendent in dark serge and gold twist as he waved away the Jack London train but today time were severe, the post was now but a halt and he eked out an existence gap and closing the stage crossing gate for the periodic one coach Railmotor or rarefied train of ember Wagon from nearby colliery.

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

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

'' Very good sir, '' he said.

curtain twitched upstairs, Molly, Cardle 's eldest looked out, piteous molly, such a sweet little girl when I knew her, overbold plucked and working at manufacturing plant when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working insipid on her spinal column all the hours of the day and night to put a impertinence in her sidekick and Sister mouths. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horse what she earned in fallal on her back but the general strike killed our valley, our steam manufacturing plant lay idle and when the mines reopened our swap was gone and the miners stayed dwelling and tope away their fuss while their married woman went to mold the streets of Leeds of an evening, coming home on the midnight train the whore 's utter instead of working our looms.

But that was not my problem, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the unequal battle and sold my parcel in the family firm to radical of London businessmen, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a tenth of what they were once deserving and I now waited to face up Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed ducky, so refined, refined, charming but cold, icily cold, frigid, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't screw me and neither did I know her, and while I spent Billy Sunday night through Saturday morning working in Leeds or London, going down on sleeping car train of a Sunday and back of a Saturday on the Pullman so it was just the Saturday night when we lay lovelessly back to back in our loveless bed.

She was always so, she had a hearty dowry, we needed the money, her father believed she was a fragile soul unsuited to a full marriage and thus from number of suitors he chose me for her husband as he believed I was a sodomite, lord knows why, there was hardly a mill girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the bureau as a lad, back before my sire gave up the struggle and passed on and so propelled me into trying to save his crumbling business concern empire afloat and give men who as youths had fought in the Great War a luck to feed their families despite the strikes and economic depression,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't like living in a four bed star sign in Leeds with only a James Cook and two servants then she could damned well link up the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dower of a hundred thousand Ezra Pound was gone, just one household that was all we owned, a fortnight was all we had to repeal the gothic monster of Barnestone G. Stanley Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the post part to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would send Christian Bible for Brabbinger to pile up me, yet five mo I had been waiting and there was no curlicue nor anything to be seen.

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as Molly waved at me from the on a higher floor window.

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

'' Very near Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly threw my hat on the flooring and stamped upon it I was so thwart, damnit if Molly 's little baby had been abroad surely I should try her without a second mentation, but molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more stiffen my member to sample her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall take the air, '' I said icily, `` estimable day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my letters patent leather shoe 's sole I set to walk through the small town and up to the Hall one last time.

The serried rows of houses looked unaccustomedly light, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of smoke and their dusting of weed dust now the grinder had fallen mum and the coal mine worked only one quill on one geological fault and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried social status of workess men queued outside the Miner 's munition waiting for Ted Harrods the Landlord to open up, each in their clean freshly laundered White River shirts, dark trousers and flat caps, a uniform frock if ever there was one, idle lads, laddie thrown on the flake heap, spending the kiddies brotherly love 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 lieu do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried social status of houses, some beside the roadway with nothing but enough place for a push cycle for a path but some with usurious strawman gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the canal, some like twenty six and eight with the bedrooms level with the road it so extortionate was the rise.

There was a picayune Morris car, outside number XX eight I fancied, all in black, like our estate run about, concentrated topped, and four seats not two and a dickie like the old 1, it took my eye, debt accumulator no doubt, I thought, yet there were drapery 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 patent that the driver 's tush 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 demesne car and I should induce behaved otherwise but I failed to realize it and bound upon the rogue as if he were a debt collector or debt collectors man.

'' State your stage business ! '' I said.

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

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

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

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

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

'' So, take me nursing home ! '' I ordered. and I swung turn to the other side and squeezed through the doorway to join him in the cramped interior, `` thrust man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from black to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left Scripture, '' I said, `` Two 15 from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the London and Frederick North Eastern railroad can get here in under the round hour from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missis sir, '' he said, his adventitia undone and his collar and hatless he looked a over slop - about and a disgrace.

'' Just drive damn you, '' I insisted and he pushed the ego starter and it just ground uselessly.

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

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

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

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

'' The missus, '' Brabbinger explained.

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

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the situation was too much, it might be but two workweek more that we owned the row of household but a house of prostitution !

I threw the gate all-inclusive and I stormed down the cinder route, between neatly tended smoke, and banged the door, `` afford up ! '' I ordered, `` Open up for your earth Lord 's inspection ! ``

A cleaning lady 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 Lord, '' I reminded him, `` Mr Weighton, is it not, '' I said recognising the fellow.

'' It 's bail bond ! '' he said, `` Jimmy Bond ! ``

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

'' You know my missus, '' he said, `` And me babe, '' he said.

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

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

'' Look, it was a fair Price, '' I explained.

'' Fair, yes fair, '' he agreed, `` You know my wife, well I knows yours ! ``

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

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` And not just me Mr 'Ardhaker sir, 'alf the bloody fella in village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you discover 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 cheat sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your amnesty Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like jemmy 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 administer with you presently ! '' I stormed, `` Let me past ! ``

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

I tried the room access, twisted the knob left and right but it was locked so I put my articulatio humeri to it and my entree was in a exhibitor of splinters, two blighter stood beside the bed, their rough working man overalls undone and hanging about their articulatio genus and their extremity rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted whore who lay in her bloodless underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an iron bed frame.

A slim kickshaw elegant woman of the street, her elegant legs wrapped around the vulgar fellow with a hairy ass that would birth been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his member slammed into and squelched out of her.

A halcyon haired whore, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the ivory coxcomb that was my mother 's and her ash grey ear rings, a birthday present tense from myself.

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

She jerked her forefront forward as Bulstrode, for it was he that was ploughing her, had his head go down and they impacted with a clopping, `` Ohhh ! '' she wailed, `` John ? ``

'' You bust jemmy 's threshold Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more dolt of the two goon as they stood rearing and raw still.

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

'' No dearest, '' I said, `` I 'm for certain there is an splendid and completely fairish explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling doings ! '' She looked horrified, `` In your own clock time, take your pleasure first my dearest. '' I said patronisingly.

'' We thought, begging your pardon sir, that you would be Sir Thomas More perturbation sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his shoulder as he continued to poke her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no percentage and plowshare alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rust fishplate I 'll be sure as shooting the dogs and blackleg each have evenhandedly percentage of your gizzard ! ``

He leapt from her with alacrity leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her breasts aroused but though perfectly formed sadly inferior in mass and her cunt as the common workmen have it, gaping the lips slightly give, well used, glistening with her juice 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 niche of the sparsely furnished way entwined together like a pair of poofters.

'' Are you barren Clarissa, have you time to explain your doings before you fornicate again ? '' I asked, `` You whore ! ``

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

'' And that 's you excuse ? '' I asked, `` That I never come home, then my apology, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her hired man, `` Come ! '' I demanded, and pulled her up to a sitting position.

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

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

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

'' Who the blue blaze is Harry ? '' I asked.

'' My preventative, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a caoutchouc prophylactic off his phallus, a genuine with child tariff reclaimable rubber like the fellow would have 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 undetermined down the front end revealing her knocker 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-scale of her back but at the hold up minute I forced her hired man up her back instead.

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

'' Oh yes ! '' I agreed and I just ripped the teddy away completely, `` Now you 're naked, as befits a cyprian ! ``

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

'' looking at, '' I said, `` Not one mortal lifts a finger's breadth to help you, is that not truly amazing ? ``

'' Please my skid ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with zilch, you 're to be a cyprian, harlot 's ca n't open place, you 're going to be a barefoot cocotte so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a bean plant do you sympathise ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her golden fuzz cascading to her pale tap shoulders and her free arm trying inadequately to track her white meat and her sex.

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

Men watched from upstairs as they dressed and those from downstairs as they waited their tour, knowing now their twist was denied, their unloosen criminal conversation denied for this afternoon at the very least.

Brabbinger watched us approach and opened the car room access for her, but I pushed her past the little Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of youthful men filed from the house and were following us at a venerating distance.

'' Saint John the Apostle No ! '' Clarissa wailed as the harsh road cut her fundament but all she achieved was more faces staring from the roadside houses.

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

'' I, '' I said, `` Have nothing to be ashamed of, she is the whore, fornicating with all comers ! ''

'' He has gone entirely insane Miss Farmington, '' Clarissa insisted.

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

The menage soon ended and the view of the valley over the allotment gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the shelter the houses provided the gusting flatus seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the valley side of meat, a few rain dip spattered the route and in the distance a train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should consume chained her to the hybridizing gates for all to see but we had gone the damage way but by then the houses were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

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

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

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

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

I watched the car disappear and continued to drive Clarissa with a hand forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the sign began to lapse from mass over the fresh horizon.

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

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone colliery, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The manor hall. '' I explained, `` I came abode to tell you. ``

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

'' Nothing much, a sign 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 base and then the rain started.

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

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my arms, suddenly aware of her sexuality, for the smell of sex pervaded her and my appendage stirred as I carried her to the old stone barn. 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 drinking straw bale.

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

'' What ? '' I asked,

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

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a cheap woman of the street, a penny a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, London docks. ``

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

'' Leeds then, I shall publicise your serve and convince the cellar into a keep. '' I explained and my thumb was between her pegleg probing.

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

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually worked up !, all those bloody year using jelly and lord knows what so we might wed and you 're excited. ''

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

'' Of course you can, express some decorousness ! '' 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 smash, I should own protested and stopped her but then my pant were down and she bent her head and took the tip of my tool into her mouth.

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

'' No, I do n't give birth Harry, '' she said, her damned prophylactic.

'' You are my married woman, '' I reminded her, `` So behave like one ! '' and I forced her articulatio genus apart forcefully and pushed her onto her back as she lay on the drinking straw and guided my humanity within her.

'' Saint John the Apostle ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as shocked as I that our union was so slow so tranquil, so natural.

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

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

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

'' Your fry, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her muscleman rippled.

'' halt that, '' I ordered.

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

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

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't have a, '' I said but the associate rush had started, my nut churned and my cum boiled from me.

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

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

'' Oh, '' she said, `` I forgot, you had no Harry, I did n't mean it to come about ! ``

'' It matters not to me, '' I admitted, `` Whether you 're filled or unfilled, I care nada for you, aught ! ``

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

'' nada, but I am arise soft, sop up me, '' I ordered, `` It meant nothing to me, you 're a whore so earn your tuppence and suck me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' Suck my process, suck it intemperately. '' I proposed.

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

'' British capital whores 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 shoot my hair out ! '' she protested and she took my member and began to lick the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your back, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the first base time so make yourself well-situated because this could take some clip. ``

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

'' Of course you may my dearest, '' I agreed, as I aimed my appendage at her sopping wet vagina, and pressed myself firmly upon her, `` There 's an special threepence for you if your very, very nice to me. ``

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

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the thin London Rubber caller 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 confused, 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 cocotte. ``

'' I thank you sir ! '' she agreed, and then asked, `` Can you wind up sir, please, my rear is breaking. ``

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

'' I shall split up you, and you shall be Lola my whore, '' I said firmly.

'' But John ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a whore then have one, cooking cleaning and kid for your day and on your backrest of an evening, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Indeed for cypher else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my guard shimmy and the moment of Adam was upon me and my source boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

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

It was raining harder now, `` ejaculate here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my munition light of the reason, `` I 'll sway you, '' I said and with a helping hand on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the left carried her back to the hideous black letter Barnestone Manor.

'' Oh my lord, '' Mrs Harry Bridges my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, `` What happened ? ``

'' I found this sporting lady fornicating in the village, have her washed and find oneself her a smock would you. '' I asked.

'' But lady ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

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

The Brandy bottle in my report was hollow, I threw it against the wall in frustration and watched the brown shards glisten in the sunlight.

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

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

'' bathroom please, do n't do anything goosy ! '' Clarissa warned.

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

The Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris car was there still, I went to start it but the electric battery was dead and I had no tummy for cranking it with the grip but there inside was my paper typeface which Brabbinger had saved for me.

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

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

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

'' Chauffeur sir, nix more sir, cipher less sir, Chauffeur sir. '' he said firmly, and probably insincerely.

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

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

'' shucks it, I 'll take ! '' I said though I had n't driven for years and put away his door wide.

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

There was a gaggle of men outside turn 20 eight, I swung the Rolls to a freeze, `` Have a salutary laugh at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the early side of your principal come next calendar month, '' I added, `` Colliery 's sold, milling machinery 's sold and demesne 's sold, you wo n't throw need of a woman of the street, you 'll have need of a bed for to log Z's in ! ``

I punched the self starter and lurched away, grinding to the Colliery to distribute the tidings then onto the Mill.

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the colliery managing director said, and he extended a hired hand, `` We appreciate your campaign sir, '' he said, `` No one could cause done more, '' and at the pulverization they were equally unsurprised.

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

Mrs nosepiece brought my dessert, a raspberry tart.

'' My wife and I shall disjoint, '' I said, `` Have her matter moved to the wild blue yonder room forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not portion a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

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

'' This night, have that trollop Lola helper you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my home away and retired to the study, then as night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the pit nerve band playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the ember strike started and we had the instruments back to languish unused 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 River sent up, I shall hit the hay, '' I told Mrs Bridges and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom side by side though in dusty water supply, and dressed in my bare night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the doorway, timidly so, `` ejaculate, '' I said and the threshold opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simpleton white geological fault and carrying a jug of warm milk.

'' Mrs bridgework sent me sir, '' she said, `` bequeath there be anything else sir begging your free pardon. ``

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

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

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

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

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

I kissed her neck, `` whoremaster no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to distinguish you as my own, '' I said as I left love life bites on each early shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her region raked my book binding and posterior with her finger's breadth nails as I took my delight as bully white swarm of ether seemingly engulfed me until at distance pounding rushing relief came like the freshness of a mountain falls and in the damp and pleasure and relief as I held her so we slept.

The sun was eminent in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the curtains, `` semen back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to spill the beans. ``

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

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

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

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will talk, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and soft yet hard intrusions that make my whole being cry out with delight, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I whoremonger, Clarissa and Lola are one and the same, it is you, from where did your rage make out, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of son hitherto while I remain undiminished. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase whores, I admit, but ma'am, girls, never boys, never sodomy, how can you remember that of me ? ``

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

'' And succor, you seek it now ? '' I asked.

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

'' I do, '' I said.

'' Then outrage me sir, I can not fend, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

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

'' And for threepence will you make believe to have sex me Lola ? '' I asked.

'' If you promise to wrap me in silks and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god whoremaster, just take me, take me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your obligation sir, you have need of an heir ! ``

I took hold of her by the shoulder and eased her down the bed until I could cover her, my parts slid within her parts and our union was consummate and we cared not that the handmaiden heard every creaking of the bed and every exclamation of love.

And then we lay sated, `` Lola, '' I whispered, `` get my married woman Camilla. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` But not all the prison term ? ``

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

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a woman, every nighttime, '' I looked into her heart, she looked interested.

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

'' working girl, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never have an affair and. '' I thought before I said, `` Humiliate you. ``

'' While I have had all the men in the village very nearly and cheat 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, 24-hour interval mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always measured. ``

'' I should thrash you, but to be fair it 's a immense moderation, `` I said. `` I did n't know how to assure you we are ruined but it does n't look so important now. ``

'' And you 'll give up the cyprian now ? '' she asked.

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

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` satisfy me now bathroom, I demand gratification. ``

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

To be continued .