“Every long inch of them.” There were more silly giggles. She had liked it. XXNX “Yes, M’Lady…Denham Mossclean in Willow Wood…”
“Good…return to me after the midday meal. “I’m First Mate of The Prize of Prexus under Cap’n Abella Coranis. She needed to resist temptation. I’ll give you twenty gold and a pint of ale if you can prove your stinking lies are nothing more than the loud fart you vented this morning while you were shittin’ out the cum yer boyfriend put up yer girly arse last night.”
The raconteur was not about to tolerate the insulting old drunk casting aspersions on his manliness. “They were exact twins” Samandra confirmed with a grin. ********************************************
It was four in the morning. There were Households, whispered by Downstairs over after-dinner tea, where the Lord or Lady of such Houses enjoyed firing people daily.
