“Worse than fitting piston rings in steam washing engine,” he observed but he stuck his thumb deep in poor Miss Rochester’s parts making her squeal. “He tried to ravish me and for my sins I did not resist,” Lady Rochester admitted. That was the attraction. “Well she’s lying, it’s not mine,” he shouted back. “So why didn’t thee dress like one,” I asked, “My Sandy used to dress like a Princess sometimes when I were tired and her fancied a portion.”
“Sandy?” she queried. “Summat blocked the bloody sluice gate,” He said, “Bloody lake’s overflowing again.”
“Well leave it there’s a wench here want’s to marry thee,” I insisted. “No there is plenty of life left in him, I can attest to that.” Lady Rochester admitted. Her looked daft as the smock only came just below her knees and the underskirts came to her ankles. “In that case you may,” she agreed, “Does the forgoing mean we are to be engaged to be married?”
“Bugger engaged I reckon we should just tell folk we’re wed, like common folk do,” I
