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Reverend William Seldon, vicar of a well-to-do church in London, was
having a hard time writing his next sermon. He was in the middle of
wrestling with the topic of the evils of lust when his housekeeper
knocked on his study door and came in bearing a tea tray.
As the plump and comfortable middle-aged woman set it down on his
desk, she said, "Begging your pardon, sir, but I thought you might like a
bite or two."
It is the Regency era, in England. King George the 3rd is mentally
ill and has lost the American colonies through his unstable rule.
Prince George the 4th became the kingdom’s regent and restored calm and
elevated culture, society, and piety. The social classes are clearly
defined, but everyone lives in fear of descending to a lower class
through poverty or lesser associations.
The Belle of Glenwood
Mr. Henry Carter, curate of the Anglican parish of Glenwood, was
having a hard time adjusting to his new role. He had recently obtained
his position several months ago, working under the rector, a stout man
in his 50s, Mr. Niles Brewer.
As I sit in class with the sixty or so other students, the lecture
fades away. There's just Dr. Smith as he lays out the scenario to teach
us about social inequality. He comes closer to my desk and his
passionate blue eyes fall on me. Couldn't he just lean a little closer,
drop that pen he always uses to teach with, that he clicks to make a
point, and then get on his knees right in front of me? I bet the stubble
on his sharp jaw would feel great against my calf. Then he'd just
happen to notice that I don't have anything on under my skirt. He'd have
the class do something, then stroke up my legs, kiss and lick up my
thighs, hold me in place and tell me to be quiet so he can give me a
'private lesson.'
I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to
work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend,
hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a
department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the
evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I
came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking
on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply
mop and buff all others as needed.
“I actually don’t have a gag reflex! Oh, geez, that’s not what- I didn’t mean to say that. I just- ugh, why am I so marshmallow mouthed around you!?”
From the first moment I saw her, I had a major crush. She worked in the mail room on campus. She just had the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I wasn’t alone in my crush though. Basically everyone on campus was in love with her. Her name was Rachel and a few said she looked vaguely like Rachel McAdams.
I later learned she had made herself look more like McAdams on purpose. Starting in high school, a few people told her about her doppelganger and she was flattered by it, so she started doing her hair the same way and wearing the same bright red lipstick. Unfortunately (in her eyes and no one else’s), her body developed to be much bustier than McAdams’s.
The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions
of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained
from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the
Devil's Whore.
The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days
after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found
himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He
retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior
was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return
to their normal form.
Charles was a lowly cordwainer (a cobbler in modern terms).
A religious man whose wife died during the plague outbreak in 1665. He lived in
an isolated community in Essex, of England; with his only daughter, Charity.
Age and failing eyesight meant that he could no longer make
much of a living. He worried about his daughter who, having reached the age of
18 was still unmarried. His concerns were mainly because he had maintained her
sheltered upbringing, deliberately keeping her away from other people,
especially young men. The exception being the Pastor and his wife, who they
usually saw on Sundays at the small building that served as a church for the
local community.
As was customary, the Temple constables came for Diana early on the day that she came of age; for it was ordained that one who had not been sired by a man was holy and consecrated to the service of the gods, if male to become a priest, if female to serve as a vestal servant; and that they should remain celibate all their years. She wore her finest outfit and did herself up for this big occasion. Today she was accepting a celibate vow and a lifetime of religious duties in the temple and the ministries of the priests. She was stunning, and folks stopped and stared along the streets, as her family procession went by.
Diana was named for a great goddess. Her natural beauty was striking. Her inner grace and humility prevented her from any vanity at all.
Peaceably Diana bade farewell to her mother but allowed them to follow behind her, to the Temple stronghold, for even had she so wished, there was no way she could escape her fate. She had long known that it was her destiny to become a vestal, as it had been her brother's to become a priest.
The sign above the store read 'Grey Dragon Games & Comic
Shop'.
This was the place. Claire looked at the junk in the window.
Games, dice, comics, gruesome little figurines, model war machines and space
ships. All the geekiest, nerdiest crap on the planet. Stuff she literally had No
time for. And yet here she was. Why? Sex. At least that was the plan. A
ludicrous plan, to be sure, but a plan nonetheless...
Dumping Jake
Claire was a third-year Nursing student. Two months ago she
had dumped her cheating dirt bag of a boyfriend. Jake had been one of those
overconfident overbearing jocks. Hockey star, swimming champ, tall, svelte,
muscular, and oh so delectable. Such a body! Too bad it was capped off by a
giant ego and a tiny brain. She'd had her share of boyfriends in high school
and now in University. And they'd all been really nice, physically at least.
But once you got past their looks, they were absolute garbage.
