“What?” I asked. XXX you a sodomite, is it true?”
“No!” I said firmly. “You cannot!” she railed. “Yes,” she agreed, “We must practice until perfect,” and she leaned across and kissed my chest, and in a moment my lips were upon hers and she was mine, willingly wantonly, welcomingly mine with no coercion at all. “Yes ‘Lordship,” she said. “Is an indolent fool,” I added, “No send them hence, in Egypt their hands should be cleaved here we are more lenient.”
“You’re not your father’s son!” the rogue said, “I’ll not forget you!”
“Flog him first fifty lashes,” I added, “Next.”
The next was more subdued, though little good it did him, until his wife piped up and pleaded for leniency, “Pray have mercy sir!” she said her great bosom heaving.




















