I had not long been resident in my new house in Yorkshire before the Reverend Banwell arrived at my door metaphorical begging bowl in hand. Xxnx “You evil man, you are lusting after me even now,” she snapped, “Well think on, I would not marry you if you were the last man in the world.”
“I think not, you would not marry a Blackmore or a Miner or a Farm worker,” I observed “Perhaps if I were the last Gentleman in the world. “Indeed,” I agreed, “You were most definitely ravished, your chastity is most certainly lost for ever, though I do recall you tearing my breeches open at one stage or have you conveniently forgotten that?”
“No, No, No never, your forced me!” she insisted. Which is why in my dreams that night I awoke from a dream that I was doing exactly that with my member
