I needed relief and as chance would have it almost at once I found a serving wench loitering and looking wistfully at the dancers through a partly opened door leading from the kitchen passage way to ball room. “I am in need of relief, I will pay,” I explained, “Handsomly.”
“I do not fuck,” she said awkwardly. “Go rouse him or we will be here all night,” the Princess ordered the maid. I struggled to avoid disgracing myself in my breeches and as soon as the waltz ended I made my excuses and left the ballroom as rapidly as decorum and a woody like a tent pole allowed. Read 18039 times |
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No great beauty, but comely enough for my purposes.
