Author: Souvie Title: Lord of the Manor Keywords: MF "Lord of the Manor" copyright January 2006 by Souvie souvie at mindspring dot com Web version at: </~Souvie/manor.html> Edited by John "Sic Semper Tyrannis - Thus Always to Tyrants," thought John the Tyrant as he basked in the afterglow of a particularly vigorous session of sex, "is a motto I could learn to embrace." "Did you say something, m'lord?" He remembered the girl beside him and smacked his lips with renewed anticipation. He hefted his sizeable bulk atop her and buried his face in her ample assets. She giggled and wiggled, eager to play ... again. The door swung open with considerable force. The lovers sprang apart, the girl looking guilty and not a little frightened. "I leave ye alone fer two days, and look wot you've got yerself into?" A woman of many years and twice as many wrinkles stood with hands on hips. "It's a good thing me mum wasn't near as sick as she said she was." She bustled around the room, kicking her way through discarded rabbit bones and moldy pieces of bread, gathering up tossed-aside clothing and overturned wine tankards, and muttering under her breath. Her eyes turned on the girl who huddled on the bed, trying to make herself invisible. "Get out of here!" she ordered, tossing the girl's clothing in the vicinity of the door. The poor serving girl scurried off the bed, grabbing up her clothes to cover her nakedness, and escaped the chamber. She stopped in the corridor, catching her breath and pulling on her clothes with jerky movements. From inside the room came the sound of something shattering against the wall. "Stupid, lousy, good-fer-nothing. I should have listened to me da when he warned me ye'd be nothin' but trouble." "But, lambchop, let me explain...." "I'll hear nothin' of yer excuses!" "Yes, dear, wotever you say." The serving girl giggled quietly as she bounced down the stairs. John the *Tyrant* indeed! THE END