“No pay for the damage I did with my thumb,” I offered. “But frst make yourself decent and tell cook that there is one more for Dinner.”
“I am not your servant!” she snapped. “No,” I agreed as I realised I had been played for a fool. “Don’t be silly, I shall freeze when we go out walking,” she said awkwardy. I used my usual charm and wit, “Lady Charringfold what a delight!” I simpered, “How kind of you to drag yourself away from your gardeners potting shed and indeed his prong and grace us with your presence.”
“I thought you should meet my daughter Sabrina,” she said ignoring my barbs. I lofted her skirts and under skirts with my left hand and unerringly pressed my thumb against her womb entry and sought the tender spot with my index finger. A pulsing moment of sheer bliss. “What with all those repressed monks, I bet you would!, they’d ravish you till your insides were red raw in an instant you stupid girl!”
“I meant Nunnery,” she snapped and blushed at her mistake. “Why Mama it is an excellent offer, like being wed but with a guaranteed allowance!” Sabrina laughed.
