“I’ll count to ten,” he said, “One.”
“Might be a good idea to load a few bullets first?” I suggested. “Bloody cheek,” the father said as he put his gun away, “No bloody good forcing thee, take thee bloody time, you got till dinner.”
We watched him stride away into the distance. Xxx “I cannot, for my fortune would pass to him on marriage and he might cast me aside to be destitute.” she explained. “Bloody fortune I spent on finishing school and the like an she still fucks all comers,” her father opined as he watched us fucking in the sunshine beside the path by the river. “Emily!” the voice bellowed, “I said woo the boody bloke not fuck he’s brain out.”
Her father came in sight, a broad shouldered stout thickset man in a moleskin waistcoat and heavy blue overcoat cut in a style which has never
