Keith smiles and laughs at her response. ‘I also prefer to drink out instead of home alone. I’ve gotten myself drunk really bad before when I’m ...lone. When I’m here, I have to watch how much I drink so I can drive home safely.’ Keith then nods his head towards Andy as he walks by to the other end of the bar. ‘It also helps to have my friend be the bartender here. He won’t let me leave drunk because I give him my keys every time I come in and he gives them back when I’m sober enough to drive. Perhaps later, after a nice soothing bath?’ ‘Oh, thank you, sir.’ She smiled at the Earl and said, ‘Yes, milord, I’m sure I’ll be better by this evening. I’m sorry, darling.’ ‘Of, course, Katherine, go back to sleep now.’ Dunrossiter stood and wrapped his dressing gown around himself and left the bedroom. He used the chamberpot in his privy, then stepped into his dressing room. As expected, a servant girl, Jenny, was waiting for him. He stepped in front of her and removed his robe. His manhood. “Thank you, Sir,” I deserved that she sniffled.I just picked her up and carried her to the bedroom in my arms and lay her down across the bedspread. Placing a pillow under her hips, I parted her thighs and looked down at her.“Cock your legs back and keep them spread. Time for me to use that tight little pussy of yours to relieve the tension you have caused my cock.”“Yes, Sir. Please use my pussy it’s yours to use as are all my holes, Master.”I hastily removed my clothes, knelt between those. “Yes, I fear it is, but it’s your tragedy, you found it. You will be her voice, won't you? You’ll tell her story and people will know Isabella Gurnard was not mad, had never been mad. Come to bed.”I shook my head. “I can't leave her, Polly.”“She smiled. “Go on then but, please, drink some wine.” I sipped some wine and started to read again.“Harry asked my father for my hand. Father was delighted. He liked Harry and knew him to be a successful man who would provide for me. In July 1828.