Hear thee and protect thyself. My name is Governor George Davies. As it is known I’m of Proper English descent however I am given my post by the king to handle the situation here in Saba. The English captured Saba from the Spanish during the Anglo-Spanish war. My charge is to capture pirates and hang them till death. Sadly, I have failed my liege of King Charles II and paid the ultimate price and am laid to final rest near my dearest Katherine Dwyer. Not my wife but the one I loved with all my being.
My spouse was that of noble birth from Anglo-Ireland seeking a rise is stature and position. She had little interest in me or my aspirations. I was able to convince her that an heir was the only way to raise our position in society. She was onboard.
At dinner I pressed the situation. “Dearest wife,” I said across the table. “Shall we attempt again tonight?”
“Aye… My love, tis a messy business. Tis not for the likes of us… at least, not presently. I will have a servant set the room and prepare me for the moment.” Aine O’Dwyer said wiping her hands down her dress. She clapped her hands over her left shoulder.
A man in a fine cyan coat that came to his knees and a single roll wig. Approached her and bowed slightly. “Madam?” He said as he approached. His loafers clicked on the floor as he walked.
“Come with me, I wish to make preparations.” She said as she stood up. Her dress proofed back up. She walked out of the room with her green dress moving rigidly with her. I glanced down at my prepared pheasant. I had already eaten most of it however I could still eat a bit more. The breast still had a bit of meat on the bone. I forced my fork into the breast and began sawing the meat with my knife. I heard what sounded like the servant dragging a large dresser across the floor. The large dresser seemed too heavy as it started moving and then stopped. Over and over. I slammed my flatware against my plate with pheasant still attached to the tines. I pushed out my chair and began for the door. I walked down the hall towards her chambers. I could hear what sounded like whimpers.
“Dearest!” I yelled, “Are you alright?”
“Aye…” she said though slightly winded. “Aye… OH GOD aye… just preparing for what’s to come.” She yelled back. “Just a minute.” I heard the sound of ruffling clothes and the sound of loafers landing on the floor. The door swung open and there before me was the servant sans his coat.
“Sir,” he said as sweat dripped from his brow. The wig was ruffled as well.
“Fix yourself man. I can’t have you being seen in a bad way under my employ.” I said.
“Of course sir,” he said running passed me. He stopped in the hallway to pull up one of his socks. I walked in paying him no mind.
“Love, are you ready?” I asked. She looked at me with appetite and cause. She stood up from the bed for which she was leaning.
“Aye, Sir Davies, tis you that need be ready.” She said. She started toward me pulling a kerchief from her bosom. “Take off your pants.” She said dabbing her brow from sweat. She placed her gentle hand upon my cheek slowly moved it down towards my chin. I could feel her other hand placed on my upper thigh. She moved her lips towards my neck. She reached up with the hand on my thigh towards the shoulder of the inside of my frock. Her left hand moved from my cheek to the other shoulder of my frock. She slowly removed the frock and placed it behind her. Her dress moved up slightly as she bent over and I could see her ankles through her socks.
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