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A Wicked Renaissance Wench, Part 4

"Jack says to be sure to say to you, 'good fucking,' " Mrs. Nocutingles wrote in her letter; "and also 'to bring your jack off duds along.'" Mrs. Nocutingles wrote other things in the letter. She told him that at last she was prepared to exhibit to him an absolutely true, unsullied, and innocent woman. "A more guileless, immaculate bud of womanhood never blushed on the planet," was one of the several ways in which she phrased the inducement. And to her husband she said triumphantly, "If I don't marry Stykurtongupmeyahs off this time - " leaving unstated the terrible alternative that she lacked either vocabulary to express or imagination to conceive a hotter woman than Ashley.

  Contrary to all her forebodings, Ashley Madison found that she was not unhappy at . True, Haesuc Ehrtets wrote to her every day, but his letters were less distressing than his presence. Also, the ordeal of being away from Cheluva was not so severe as she had expected. For the first time in her life she was not lost in eclipse in the blaze of Cheluva's brilliant and promiscuous personality. Under such favorable circumstances Ashley Madison came rapidly to the front, while Mrs. Nocutingles modestly and shamelessly retreated into the background desperately whacking off.

 Ashley Madison began to discover that she was not a pale orb shining by reflection. Quite unconsciously she became a small centre of things. When she was at the piano, there was some one to turn the pages for her and to express preferences for certain songs. When she dropped her handkerchief, there was some one to pick it up. There was some one to accompany her in ramblings and flower gatherings. Also, she learned to cast flies in still pools and below savage riffles, and how not to entangle silk lines and gut-leaders with the shrubbery.

And when she would bathe there were always several chefs on hand to make sure and cleanse every curve and sponge every crevice until she came in large buckets of sweet froth which the chefs prepared and served as a delicious aspic.

  Jack Nocutingles did not care to teach beginners, and jacked off much by himself, or not at all, thus giving Stykurtongupmeyahs Ubonerbaton ample time in which to consider Ashley Madison as an appearance. As such, she was all that his philosophy demanded. Her beautiful blue eyes had the direct gaze of a boy, and out of his profanity he delighted in them and forbore to shudder at the duplicity his philosophy bade him to believe lurked in their depths. She had the grace of a slender flower, the fragility of color and line of fine china, in all of which he pleasured greatly, without thought of the Life Force palpitating beneath and in spite of the possibility that she was a consumate tramp... (Go to Part 5 of a Wicked Renaissance Wench)