Clarissa, Masters wife, doer 's lady of pleasure pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the cosmopolitan tap of 1926.


I stood idly on the dope strewn platform with the blustery farting ruffling my reduce summertime suit, as it rattled the locked wait room door and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected station garden and I watched the little 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 blame me up in the Rolls Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station house across the route wearing shirt and twain where once he stood resplendent in dark serge and gold braiding as he waved away the Greater London train but today times were tough, the place was now but a halt and he eked out an beingness possible action and closing the level crossing gates for the occasional one handler Railmotor or rarefied string of coal wagons from nearby colliery.

'' Bit blustering Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he shouted, `` You could await 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.

Curtains twitched upstairs, mollie, Cardle 's firstborn looked out, poor people molly, such a mellifluous miss when I knew her, fresh plucked and working at pulverisation when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working apartment on her back all the hours of the day and night to put a crust in her sidekick and sisters mouth. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horses what she earned in gewgaw on her back but the oecumenical strike killed our vale, our steam mills lay dead and when the mines reopened our trade wind was gone and the miners stayed home and fuddle away their troubles while their wives went to work the streets of Leeds of an even, coming household on the midnight train the cocotte 's carry 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 struggle and sold my shares in the family firm to group of London businessmen, changeling to a man I believed, sold out for a tenth of what they were once worth and I now waited to look Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed darling, so elegant, elegant, charming but cold, icily dusty, polar, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't love me and neither did I love her, and while I spent Sunday night through Sat morning working in Leeds or Greater London, going down on sleeping car wagon train of a Dominicus and back of a Sat on the Pullman 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 substantial dowry, we needed the money, her father believed she was a fragile soul unsuited to a full moon wedlock and thus from number of suitors he chose me for her husband as he believed I was a sodomite, Godhead knows why, there was hardly a milling machinery little girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the office as a lad, back before my father gave up the struggle and passed on and so propelled me into trying to keep his crumbling business empire afloat and move over men who as youths had fought in the Great War a chance to feed their menage despite the strikes and economic low,

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 cook and two servants then she could anathemize well join the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dower of a hundred thousand pounding was gone, just one sign that was all we owned, a two weeks was all we had to vacate the gothic monstrosity of Barnestone Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the post power to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would ship word of honor for Brabbinger to pile up me, yet five min I had been waiting and there was no pealing 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 Accho, '' I said.

'' Very good Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly have my hat on the floor and stamped upon it I was so frustrated, damnit if molly 's picayune babe had been abroad surely I should sampled her without a second view, but molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more tighten up my member to sample her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall walk, '' I said icily, `` Good day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my patent leather skid 's soles I set to walk through the village and up to the Charles Francis Hall one last time.

The serried rows of houses looked unaccustomedly uninfected, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of fume and their dusting of smoke dust now the pulverization had fallen mute and the coal mine worked only one shaft on one slip and that one-half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried rank of workess men queued outside the Miner 's Arms waiting for Ted Charles Digby Harrod the Landlord to open up, each in their sportsmanlike freshly laundered white shirts, night pant and categorical crown, a uniform dress if ever there was one, jobless blighter, chap thrown on the scrap heap, spending the kiddies Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae 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 position do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried ranks of star sign, some beside the roadway with zilch but enough blank space for a energy bicycle for a course but some with exorbitant front man 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 route it so steep was the rise.

There was a piddling Gouverneur Morris car, outside turn twenty eight I fancied, all in blackness, like our landed estate run about, hard topped, and four nates not two and a dickey like the old ones, it took my eye, debt accumulator no doubt, I thought, yet there were curtains at the window of XX eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was issue 20 eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the driver 's tail 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 acres car and I should have behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and sprang upon the rogue as if he were a debt collector or debt collector man.

'' State your clientele ! '' I said.

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

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

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

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

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

'' So, take me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung unit of ammunition to the other side and squeezed through the door to connect him in the cramp inside, `` movement man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from black to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

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

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

'' Just campaign shucks you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self starter and it just ground uselessly.

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

He honked the French horn, I though it most odd, and he stared anxiously at number 20 eight.

'' What exactly is the problem ? '' I asked, `` What is this ? '' I added as a man buttoning his shirt opened the door 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 weeks more that we owned the row of houses but a bordello !

I threw the gate wide-eyed and I stormed down the cinder way, between neatly tended forage, and banged the room access, `` Open up ! '' I ordered, `` unfold up for your Din Land Lord 's inspection ! ``

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

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

'' It 's Bond ! '' he said, `` jimmy attachment ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' looking, it was a fair price, '' I explained.

'' Fair, yes funfair, '' 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 lads in Greenwich Village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you hear 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 deal with you presently ! '' I stormed, `` Let me past ! ``

They stood aside and I ascended the mean value, peg down, bare boarded stairway, a lout lounged at the top, `` Two shillings for a fine man such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the encroachment of my right wing fist on his jaw raised his skull a full six inch and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the room access, twisted the thickening left and right but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my entryway was in a shower of splinter, two lads stood beside the bed, their unsmooth workmans overalls undone and hanging about their knees and their appendages rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their booster ploughed a painted whore who lay in her Andrew Dickson White underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an branding iron bed frame.

A thin goody elegant harlot, her graceful legs wrapped around the coarse associate with a hirsute ass that would feature been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his penis slammed into and squelched out of her.

A favourable haired cyprian, her ignition lock expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the bone comb that was my female parent 's and her silver medal ear rings, a birthday present from myself.

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

She jerked her head 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, `` John ? ``

'' You bust jimmy 's room access Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more dolt of the two lout as they stood rampant and defenseless still.

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

'' No beloved, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there is an excellent and completely reasonable explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling demeanor ! '' She looked horrified, `` In your own meter, take your pleasure first my dearest. '' I said patronisingly.

'' We thought, begging your pardon sir, that you would be to a greater extent upset sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his shoulder as he continued to stab her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no percentage and parcel alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rusty fishplate I 'll be certain the blackguard and rats each have just shares of your gizzard ! ``

He leapt from her with alacrity leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her white meat aroused but though perfectly formed sadly deficient in bulk and her cunt as the common workmen have it, gaping the sassing slightly open, well used, glistening with her juice and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

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

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

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

'' And that 's you excuse ? '' I asked, `` That I never come home, then my apologia, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her hand, `` 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 twist painfully double and she had to slide around to get her infantry to the side of the bed or I would have dragged her head first to the floor.

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

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

'' My prophylactic, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a rubber eraser safety off his penis, a genuine heavy obligation reusable prophylactic like the lads would take used in the slap-up war.

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

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under teddy which was heart-to-heart down the strawman revealing her boob and sex she was entirely and deliciously naked, `` whoremonger No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the room and onto the stairs, I almost sent her reeling with a articulatio genus in the small of her backbone but at the last moment I forced her paw 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 au naturel, as befits a whore ! ``

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

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

'' Please my place ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nothing, you 're to be a cyprian, whore '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 plant do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her golden hair cascading to her sick garden pink shoulders and her free arm trying inadequately to hatch her breasts and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the cinder way towards the mineral pitch road.

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

Brabbinger watched us glide path and opened the car door for her, but I pushed her past the little Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of young men filed from the house and were following us at a respectful distance.

'' John No ! '' Clarissa wailed as the harsh route cut her pes but all she achieved was more faces staring from the roadside houses.

Miss Farmington was walking towards us, a spinster of some sixty class, 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 nix to be ashamed of, she is the woman of the street, fornicating with all comers ! ''

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

'' No, I 've seen the light, at lowest ! '' 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 sight of the vale over the allotment gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the shelter the theatre provided the gusting flatus seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the vale side, a few rain drops spattered the route and in the length a string was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the hybridization gates for all to see but we had gone the untimely 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 vertebral column in, '' I said, `` You fiddling whore ! ``

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

Brabbinger was following in the piddling William Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` bring the peal. ``

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 sign began to drop from slew over the smart horizon.

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

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone pit, 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 eatage verge to knead her feet and then the rainfall started.

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

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my blazonry, suddenly cognizant of her gender, for the smell of sex pervaded her and my member stirred as I carried her to the old stone barn. I fiddled with the doorway catch but she knew how the old doorway 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 cocotte, a cent a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, London docks. ``

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

'' Leeds then, I shall publicise your services and convert the basement into a donjon. '' I explained and my quarter round was between her legs probing.

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

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually excited !, all those bally class using jelly and lord knows what so we might conjoin and you 're excited. ''

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

'' Of course you can, show 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 belt ammunition, I should have protested and stopped her but then my trouser were down and she bent her psyche and took the tip of my tool into her mouth.

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

'' No, I do n't have Harry, '' she said, her darned prophylactic.

'' You are my married woman, '' I reminded her, `` So behave like one ! '' and I forced her human knee apart forcefully and pushed her onto her back as she lay on the shuck and guided my manhood within her.

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

'' Whore, '' I chided, `` Milk me, go your muscles 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 tike in tow.

'' Your youngster, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her muscular tissue rippled.

'' occlusive 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 sporting lady ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

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

'' Ohhhhh, '' she gasped, `` That 's so practiced, 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 happen ! ``

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

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

'' Nothing, but I am farm indulgent, suck me, '' I ordered, `` It meant nothing to me, you 're a whore so earn your tuppence and suck me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Greater London fancy woman do n't object, '' I said, `` So soak up ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her whisker and forced her head into my crotch.

'' Please, do n't tear my hairsbreadth out ! '' she protested and she took my penis and began to work out the tip.

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

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

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

'' Oh, give thanks you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulders and then with her hands upon my cover she held me to her.

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the cut London synthetic rubber society 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 whore. ``

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

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

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

'' But John the Divine ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a prostitute then bear one, cooking cleaning and small fry for your day and on your back 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 naught else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my safeguard slip and the import of disco biscuit 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 jacket and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a hankey I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear rings and was looking for the comb, `` get out it ! '' I ordered, `` Come ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my arms unmortgaged of the primer coat, `` I 'll gestate you, '' I said and with a bridge player on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the leftfield carried her back to the horrid gothic Barnestone Manor.

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

'' I found this sporting lady fornicating in the hamlet, have her washed and line up her a gabardine would you. '' I asked.

'' But Madam ! '' Mrs bridge circuit protested.

'' Enough, '' I said, `` Do as say we can not have naked woman of the street upstairs. '' and I left them.

The Brandy bottle in my study was empty, I threw it against the wall in thwarting 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 curl, I realised I had left my remaining my newspaper publisher case at the brothel household, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bathing tub before the kitchen scope as Mrs Bridges bathed her.

'' I have job in the small town, '' I explained.

'' John please, do n't do anything jerky ! '' 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 tummy for cranking it with the grip but there inside was my report case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

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

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

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

'' Chauffeur sir, nothing 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.

'' red cent it, I 'll ride ! '' I said though I had n't driven for years and flung 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 serial publication of bone jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the throttle and the clutch pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside number twenty eight, I swung the roster to a halt, `` Have a good jape at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the other side of your read/write head come next calendar month, '' I added, `` Colliery 's sold, Mill 's sold and estate 's sold, you wo n't have pauperization of a prostitute, you 'll have want of a bed for to kip in ! ``

I punched the self starter and lurched away, grinding to the colliery to broadcast the news then onto the Mill.

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the pit manager said, and he extended a paw, `` We appreciate your efforts sir, '' he said, `` No one could have done more than, '' and at the pulverisation they were equally unsurprised.

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

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a raspberry tart.

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

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

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

I pushed my plate away and retired to the subject field, then as Night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery brass set playing but it was an magic trick, they had played their last when the coal work stoppage started and we had the tool back to languish fresh 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 retire, '' I told Mrs Bridges and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom adjacent though in moth-eaten H2O, and dressed in my childlike dark shirt.

There was a swoon tap upon the door, timidly so, `` Come, '' I said and the doorway opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simple white switching and carrying a jug of strong 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 hussy I sampled earlier ? ``

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

'' Indeed, but my bed is stale, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled open air the blanket and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, warm 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 extremity released was swelling and, `` Yes, do it ! '' she said her eyes aflame, `` eff me ! ``

I held her and swung onto the bed, slipping my fundament beneath the cover charge before pulling the blanket over us and covering her even as she guided me inside her.

I kissed her neck opening, `` Saint John no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to mark you as my own, '' I said as I left dear bites on each early shoulder where they became her cervix and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her part raked my spine and buttocks with her digit nails as I took my pleasure as great blanched clouds of ether seemingly steep me until at length pounding rushing relief came like the freshness of a mountain waterfall and in the moistness and pleasure and easing 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 curtains, `` Come back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to speak. ``

'' 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 talk, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and mild yet hard intrusions that make my whole being cry out with delight, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I John, Clarissa and Lola are one and the Lapplander, it is you, from where did your passion fall, you have barely touched me before, preferring the anal sex of boys hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase whores, I admit, but ladies, girl, never boys, never sodomy, how can you think that of me ? ``

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

'' And rest period, 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 balk, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' If you promise to wrap me in silk and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god John the Divine, just remove me, convey me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your obligation sir, you have need of an heir ! ``

I took hold of her by the shoulders and eased her down the bed until I could continue her, my parts slid within her parts and our wedlock was perfect 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, `` get my married woman Camilla. ``

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

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

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

'' dick ? '' 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 charwoman, every night, '' I looked into her oculus, she looked interested.

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

'' fancy woman, 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 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 heedful. ``

'' I should thrash you, but to be fairly it 's a huge relief, `` I said. `` I did n't know how to tell you we are ruined but it does n't seem so authoritative now. ``

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

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

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` Satisfy me now John, I demand satisfaction. ``

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

To be continued .