'That I did, m'am, but there was objections, see? I mean like, the gentry-shocked as they might be with their fancy ways, pardoning the term, m'am-are best kept away from such sights, so 'tis said, lest there be interferences. Some of the young lads, though-and a few older ones, too- they sometimes expresses a sad desire to tup a couple of well-bred young ladies'.

'Are you referring to Ethel and to Bella?' asked Letitia in such a tone of voice as was intended to indicate that his reply would be of little interest to her. A faded print of The Stag at Bay met her eyes from the wall behind the footman.

'Naming no names, m'am, and there's yourself would be welcome, but the fieldgirls would be jealous, that I knows. Putting their bottoms up, as they must, kneeling in the stubble or by the side of a rick, they wouldn't get their seconds, as they do, if a lady with your loveliness were there', said Johnson with some gallantry. He edged closer, stopped with his well outlined penis thrusting up a foot away from Letitia's nose. It was always difficult at the first, she thought. How strange that it was. Easton, too, had difficulties, despite his bluff and strong manner. She had not seen such, but she sensed them.

'Strange relationships must occur, under the harvest moon', Letitia said dreamily.

“They does, m'am, much cider being drunk and much rumblings and feelings. Dancings we 'ave and the females lifts their skirt and frolics all about'.

“The men-They expose themselves?' Letitia asked.

The seesaw, she thought, was not yet rocking. In a moment it would.

'All ready and willing, m'am. It's all lustiness and pleasure, you see, and no female can refuse, no matter who comes upon her. Some squeals, some laughs, but there ain't no fighting, for they know they has to do', Johnson replied, putting in the final aspirate as firmly as he hammered nails.