She moaned. “Go away Hanson you have done enough,” she chided. “Er, well she does look a little young and vulnerable?” I suggested. The next morning Lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. “Not immediately Madam,” I admitted. She let her underthings fall and stepped decorously out of them, “Pick them up!” she ordered. “A very foolish girl more likely,” Lady H insisted. Lady Margaret was in a playful mood, uncharacteristically charming, especially at dinner. He fornicated with every buxom wench he could lay hands on, but pay. “Madam?” I queried. “Trousers down Hanson,” she ordered, “I need to inspect your equipment.”
“Yes Madam.” I replied again and duly undid my belt and let my trousers slide to the floor. I do confess I am at my wits end over this son and heir business.”
“Then I shall do my duty Madam,” I agreed.
