“That’s not your ass Miss,” the hangman informed her with a laugh, “You’re fucked Miss!”
“Nooooo!” she wailed, “May the lord forgive me!” she pleaded. “It is indeed, quickly now,” I ordered and she followed me to my bed chamber. “No, no, I told you,” Mother insisted, “You are the reverend’s child, that’s why you read so eagerly, have such devotion to duty Geoffrey, why you are so unlike my husband.”
“Oh my lord,” I gasped, “Oh god!”
Suddenly a wave of compassion spread over me, twenty and more years of a loveless marriage while her husband fornicated his fill, suddenly mother’s demeanour became plain to me, the frustration of an old maid with no outlet it was at once both clear and sad. That should have been it but she told her parents of what transpired and forthwith the word was out, I was impotent and then that I was a sodomite with no interest in wenches what ever. It took a moment to recover and a cheer arose as I slipped from her and rearranged my breeches.
