“Nothing Lord,” Carruthers insisted, “Tis a slang name for her cut.”. My hands explored her breasts, her teats. I nibbled her ear and kissed her neck and I released my seed quite joyously within her. “Now shall you make me an offer?” the Nun asked. “A delicate matter she informs me, my lord.” he explained. “Oh very well, will you marry me?” I asked. “Ravished you, why we have not even been formally introduced!” I insisted, “I never forget a face.”
“When you came to collect on your endowment,” she said, “At the Convent.”
“What is she blethering on about?” I demanded. “What about Pinky Pinkerton’s do last autumn,” Mr Morley suggested, “When Carruthers skewered, ah.” He had said too much. “I say steady on,” I countered, “Do I have no say in any of this?”
“No, not unless you wish to go to jail for ravishment, I have witnesses?” she suggested. “Bloody energetic that son of yours,” Mr Morley chipped in.
