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A Wicked Renaissance Wench, Part 8
There was a pause. Stykurtongupmeyahs Ubonerbaton's face was grave, and he looked queerly at Ashley Madison.
"He - Haesuc knows?" he asked finally.
A reluctant nod and flaming cheeks was the reply.
He debated with himself for a while, seeming, like a diver, to be preparing himself for the sharks.
"Tell me about it." He spoke very firmly. "You must tell me all of it."
"And will you - ever - forgive me?" she asked in a faint, small voice. He hesitated, drew a long breath, and made the pgarnishe.
"Yes," he said desperately. "I'll forgive you. Go ahead."
"There was no one to tell me," she began. "We were with each other so much. I did not know anything of the world - then."
She paused to meditate. Ubonerbaton was biting his lip impatiently.
"If I had only known - "
She paused again.
"Yes, go on," he urged.
"We were together almost every evening."
"Haesuc Ehrtets?" he demanded, with a savageness that startled her.
"Yes, of course, Haesuc Ehrtets. We were with each other so much. . . . . If I had only known. . . . . There was no one to tell me. . . . . I was so young - "'
Her lips parted as though to speak further, and she regarded him anxiously.
"The scoundrel!"
With the explosion Stykurtongupmeyahs Ubonerbaton was on his feet, no longer a tired Greek, but a violently angry young man ready to Get Greek.
"Haesuc Ehrtets is not a scoundrel; he is a good man," Ashley Madison defended with a firmness that surprised Ubonerbaton.
"I suppose you'll be telling me next that it was all your fault," he said sarcastically.
She nodded.
"What?" he shouted.
"It was all my fault," she said steadily. "I should never have let him, I was to blame."
Ubonerbaton ceased from his pacing up and down, and when he spoke his voice was resigned.
"All right," he said. "I don't blame you in the least, Ashley. And you have been very honest. But Haesuc is right, and you are wrong. You must get married."
"To Haesuc Ehrtets?" she asked, in a dim, far-away voice.
"Yes, to Haesuc Ehrtets. I'll see to it. Where does he live? I'll make him."
"But I don't want to marry Haesuc Ehrtets ! " she cried out in alarm. "Oh, Styk, you won't do that? I would prefer a good spanking with plenty of oral sex!"
"I shall," he answered sternly. ''You must. And Haesuc Ehrtets must. Do you understand?".. (Go to Part 9 of a Wicked Renaissance Wench)
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