#135576 - Fitzgibbon spurned her, Lucy said, After twenty years as his whore! Twenty years but I am, I stopped as the thought struck me, Am I Fitzgibbon's son? I asked as an image of the rogue appeared in my consciousness, a chancer, drunkard and womaniser known the county over for his scrapes and his excesses. I thank you, yes I shall have you for my pleasure Lady Fitzgibbon and you Lucy shall be my wife and shall bear me fine sons, but for now, you shall play the whore and pleasure my Lady Fitzgibbon whilst I, I explained, Seek my breakfast! To be continued. I am impaled thereon, Mama, Lucy confessed, I am ruined! You must desist Lucy, The woman ordered, Make him desist, claw at his eyes anything but do not let him emit girl, do you understand? The world was warm and white, great towers of fluffy marshmallow engulfed my appendage or so I thought and that familiar need arose within and like an overheated kettle my loins exploded.