“Oh Miss
Paine, what have you done?” moaned Maude. “It was only supposed to be a little
bit of fun.”
“Because he
was an irritating sod, Madame Maude. I’m sorry that he’s dead, but he fillied
me with ire. I’ve never known anyone with such an insatiable desire.”
“There’s
something in the cart I can use to dig a hole,” said Claude. “At least I can
bury the poor soul.”
“Why not
leave him above the ground?” suggested Paine. “I’m sure he’ll be a feast for a
hungry hound.”
“Miss Paine,
I know that you are in a hurry to reach Blaine, but what you are suggesting is
quite inhumane,” said Maude. “Not only that, but utterly insane. If we were
suspected, how would we explain?”
“Maude is
right,” said Claude. “I’ll bury him tonight and we’ll leave at first light.”
So Claude
buried Arthur and they went down for the night
All wrapped
up on the cold wintry night
Maude to the
left of Claude and Paine to the right
Maude
reached out and gently rubbed Claude’s thighs
Moved a
little higher and he began to rise
Paine lay
still and listened to their sighs
And then
turned to look when she heard Maude’s cries
Maude caught
her eye and she expected to be berated
But what
happened next was not what she anticipated
As soon as the
couple had copulated
Maude tried
again to get him inflated
But Claude
just sighed and told her he was sated
Leaving poor
Maude feeling highly frustrated
Leaving her
to vociferously complain
With the
certainty that he wouldn’t rise again
She moved
away and moved beside Paine
What started
as a solitary kiss
Turned to
passionate carnal bliss
And so they
carried on
Until
weariness took over just before dawn
When night
became day
Claude took
the reins and they were on their way
Maude and
Paine knew it would be a very long day
As none of
them knew what to say
While
wrapped under covers in the cart they lay
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