Tuesday, 26 July 2016

Oh, sister 40. (Memoirs of Nerys Jones viii)

Never would I have thought that I’d fancy Siobhan
And the confusion made me wonder what was goin’ on
At first I thought that it might have been a phase
Emotionally I was in a daze
For if I’d ever been approached by one of my own gender
And the chance of me surrenderin’ would have been greatly slender
But the pull was so strong that I couldn’t ignore
That’s why I found myself knockin’ on her door
We had a relentless desire for intimacy
Every mornin’ we’d locked the front door at three
And indulge in our passion fervently
Knowin’ that somehow we were meant to be
That was until the rude interruption from Sally McGhee
Who arrived one mornin’ unexpectedly
Catchin’ Siobhan and me in the act
And havin’ never been one for showin’ tact
Said, “Ooh, I seem to be interruptin’. Siobhan, I take it that it’s you who’s corruptin’. I’ll go away, but when you are done, I have somethin’ to relay.”   
We found her in the sittin’ room with gin in hand
“That little bitch,” she seethed. “She had it all planned.”
“Who?” I asked. “Has somethin’ happened with you and Hugh?”
“Aye,” she replied. “Ye could say that Nancy has taken his fancy.”
“I don’t understand what’s goin’ on,” said Siobhan.
“Oh, I do and believe you me,” said Sally. “She’s managed successfully to fool us three. Robert might be a selfish get, and that same reason led to his affair with Yvette. But thievin’? Maybe that’s what she wanted us believin’.”
“I’m not comin’ to her defence,” I said. “But what you are sayin’ doesn’t make sense.” 
“Robert is her true affection,” Sally explained. “His relationship with Yvette was the ultimate rejection.”
“But how do you know this true?” I asked. “And why would Hugh want her rather than you?”
“Well, you’ve seen his true colours,” she replied. “The man is incapable of havin’ any regard for others. Nancy convinced him to throw me out, and referred to Robert as a thievin’ lout. But she took the money, I have no doubt. It was the look on her face when I mentioned Robert’s name. I’m tellin’ ye now, she’s to blame.”
“Let’s say she’s to blame,” I said. “What’s her game?”
“Probably to get revenge on he who spurns,” Siobhan reacted. “Bitter is the rejected heart that burns.”
“She’s already witnessed Hugh’s humiliation of Yvette,” said Sally. “But now that she’s become Montgomery’s new pet, she’ll want to see it exacerbated. With Robert helpless and utterly deflated, her hope for his love will be inflated.”
“I think the three of us and Robert should meet,” I suggested. “At least let him know about her deceit.”
“After what they did to me?” Siobhan cried. “They deserve all they get for the duplicity.”
“I’m so sorry, Siobhan,” I said. “You are right. They are the ones that should be contrite.”
“I say that we wait and see what transpires,” Sally said. “It shouldn’t be too long before Montgomery tires.”
“Well, she better not show her face at our door,” I said. “I’ll most certainly thump that thievin’ little whore.”
So, Sally was back
And the next day we heard of another Ripper attack
He certainly was brazen, this man called Jack
Even though Whitechapel wasn’t near
Once again we felt the fear
As the murders were happening in the very same town
I certainly missed Robert Brown 

Saturday, 23 July 2016

Oh, sister 39. (Memoirs of Sally McGhee viii)

Apart from a select few
London’s high society never knew the real Hugh
And if they did they’d have probably had a heart attack
As when it came to sex he was a maniac
Gender or class didn’t matter to Hugh
His Lordship just used who he wanted to
He sought degradation and he loved to degrade
He even had me watch while he rogered our maid
Oh, you should have seen that look on her face
Sympathy for me and horror for her own disgrace
But Hugh only saw her as one that he desired
I guess after that he must have tired
And I presume that she must have been fired
For two days after that Nancy had been hired
But I got the cold shoulder whenever I tried to confide
She was more interested in Hugh and was always by his side
My suspicion grew  
Somethin’ wasn’t right and I had to tell the other two
And I was right
Wakin’ once again in the middle o’ the night
In an empty bed with no Hugh in sight
I’d seen so much and assumed I was beyond shock
Since that time I’d seen Hugh in a wig and a frock
With his lips wrapped around the butler’s …
Aye, I know that I’ve mentioned that before
But when I heard Nancy’s voice outside a door
I wanted to clout the deceivin’ wee whore
So I turned the door handle and got ready to confront
But when I saw Hugh’s face in Nancy’s …
Ye know what I mean
I was faced with a scene that was far more obscene
For while Hugh enthusiastically dined
The butler fervently took Hugh from behind
The butler looked at me in shock and Nancy smiled
Hugh lifted his head and I could see that he was riled
No shame or a look of bein’ perturbed
He was merely angry at bein’ disturbed
“Get out now and close the door!” he screamed at me. “I’ve found myself a more willing whore!”
“Hugh, I don’t know what’s got into you!” I cried. “Why on earth would you want me to marry you?”
“I liked you at first, but you became such a bore,” he said. “Now I have a whore that I truly adore. So, go away now and close the door. Pack your bag and leave in the morning, I don’t want to see you anymore.”
I could only stare at him with a feelin’ o’ dread
“Go on, Sally,” Nancy said. “As from now I’ll be sharin’ ‘is bed.”
“Nancy, what’s yer game?” I asked her. “This was to get back at Robert, have you no shame?”
“Sally, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” she replied. “I’d never ‘ave anythin’ to do with that thievin’ lout.”
“Get out now, or I shall have to use force!” Hugh yelled at me. “I shall see that you get something after our divorce.”
“You haven’t heard the end o’ this, Nancy Trollop,” I said, tryin’ hard not run at her and give her a bloody good wallop.
“I ain’t afraid of you,” she said. “I’ve got your man, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do. And I’m goin’ to do whatever ‘e asks me too.”  

Thursday, 14 July 2016

Oh, sister 38. (Memoirs of Siobhan MacGeary viii)

With Nancy now workin’ for Montogomery
It wasn’t that easy with just Nerys and me
Business took a slump
And Nerys took the hump
After I demanded an equal share
Moanin’ the fact that there was little to spare
Eventually we had to agree
That every tenth customer could have a session for free
That seemed to do the trick
Response to the offer was very quick
And business once more began to accrue
And very demandin’ considerin’ that we were two
Every night there were queues
Some eager to be abused and some eager to abuse
There were times that I wanted to weep
From the extended hours and lack o’ sleep
Sometimes it felt like a chore
And times that I wanted a new life instead o’ a whore
Nerys felt the pressure as well
And our frayed relationship began to tell
Worsened by a punter’s request
That put our friendship to the test
So much different to her customary smother
He wanted to see us have sex with each other
Well, as you know I’ve been there before
But Nerys had never been a woman’s whore
At first she refused to bend
And it made matters worse that I was her friend
The request affected her anxiety
And it had much the same effect on me
But the punter proceeded to throw money on the floor
Smiled at both of us and threw some more
Until the amount that piled up was hard to ignore
I took Nerys aside and whispered in her ear
That I would take control and she had no need to fear
And to her sexual pleasure I would see
There was money to be had and she had to agree
She looked me in the eye and nodded her head
And soon we were naked in my bed
Locked in intimacy
Soon both cryin’ out in ecstacy
Hearin’ the soft deep groans from he who wanted to see
Which soon became a mighty roar
Before he spilled onto the floor
And cried that he’d soon be back for more
Threw us some more money and walked out the door
At that moment I had the need to be inebriated
That easy money had to be celebrated
But Nerys hadn’t felt the same way
She was overcome with shame and had nothin’ to say
For days after that she couldn’t look me in the eye
And that awkwardness made me want to cry
But one mornin’ after our last customer had gone
I heard her outside my door, cryin’, “Siobhan.”
I opened the door to let her in
And shyly she came in holdin’ a bottle o’ gin
After a few we were under the covers
Nerys and I had become unlikely lovers 

Friday, 8 July 2016

Oh, sister 37. (Memoirs of Nancy Trollop viii)

It ‘ad all seemed too good to be true
Bein’ invited to a rich man’s do
We should have known there’d be method to Montgomery’s madness
Sally played her part feignin’ tears and sadness
After all, it was Robert we were out to get
And I really enjoyed the misery on the face of Yvette
Oh, Robert were terribly upset
And got a damn good ‘idin’ tryin’ to protect ‘is posh pet
You know what was really funny?
It weren’t ‘im that stole the bees and ‘oney
It were me that pinched the cash
And got meself a nice little stash
Now, why would Nancy ‘ave stooped to such treachery?
Is what you’re probably askin’ me
Well, because ‘e never noticed me
After we moved in with the other three
I was ‘ead over ‘eels with Robert Brown
But since ‘e started actin’ like a man about town
I was never given a second glance
All me life I’d ‘oped for romance
Never ‘ad I been in love before
And my feelings just got ‘arder to ignore
But to ‘im I was still Nancy the ‘ore  
I fancied ‘im since that first night we’d met
And ‘is love and affection I tried ‘ard to get
But no, ‘e ‘ad to go off with that bitch Yvette
That choice I set out to make ‘im regret
I wasn’t done yet
I felt a little bad about deceivin’ the other three
But Robert Brown belonged to me
And if that took an act of duplicity
That was ‘ow it was goin’ to be
I thought that Sally could ‘elp in bringin’ ‘im down to size
But Lord Montgomery’s actions were a ‘uge surprise
I initially thought that she were in control
But ‘e’d be better ‘elpin’ me achieve my goal
So, soon after that me plans were laid
The first thing I did was get rid of Sally’s maid
That weren’t too difficult to do
We’d engaged in somethin’ that were strictly taboo
And if exposed it’d have caused such a ‘uge ballyhoo
She knew what to do
She ‘ad no doubts in ‘er mind that I’d see it through
That’s ‘ow I became employed
And after a few days I was overjoyed
When ‘is Lordship started showin’ an interest in me
I needed ‘im to get rid of Sally McGhee
Divorce ‘er and marry me
I was extremely zealous
But I ‘ad to do somethin’ to make Robert jealous
Montgomery was enough to make any girl sick
But total obedience to that pompous …
Well, that was the only thing that’d do the trick
I’d spent most me life lyin’ on me back
A little sacrifice to get Robert back.

Saturday, 2 July 2016

Oh, sister 36. (Memoirs of Robert Brown viii)

“Smile as ye kill,” Montgomery said.
The thrill for him wis when their spirit wis dead
The man wis definitely sick in the head
It riled me tae see her bein’ used and abused
An’ for tryin’ tae interfere ah wis battered an’ bruised
But that physical pain couldnae compare
Wi’ Yvette’s humiliation an’ her deadpan stare
For a while after that she didnae talk
An’ ah kept seein’ her goin’ down oan Montgomery’s…
Sorry, but it wis an image ah couldnae shake
An’ even though ma body continued to ache
Ah had tae be strong for Yvette
Oh, ah wisnae done yet
She jist needed tae enlighten me oan the extent o’ his threat
He needed tae pay
For degradin’ her an’ the other lassies tae
Yvette woke me a few days later wi’ tears in her eyes
“Oh, Robert,” she sobbed. “They really hurt you. I do apologise.”
“Don’t worry aboot me, hen,” ah said tae her. “It’s you ah’m worried aboot. Why did he have tae submit tae that brute?”
“Because the man is evil personified,” she replied. “I tried to refuse him once; believe me, I tried.”   
“Ah don’t understand,” ah said. “What did he dae when ye refused his demand?”
“Oh, Robert, you can never get to Hugh,” she said. “Look what happened to you.”
 “It’s nothin’ compared tae what you were put through,” ah said. “Noo tell me, what did he dae tae you?”
“My mother married him when I was about nine or ten,” she said. “I knew that there was something wrong, even then. It wasn’t much. A disturbing leer or a lingering touch. But when I became of age, he took his lust to another stage. And when I refused, two men held me down while he violently abused. I never refused again, as he threatened to offer me to the other men.”
Ah could understand why she couldnae say no
Oh, ah had tae kill this man an’ make it slow
Tryin’ hard no tae let ma fury show, I asked her, “Did yer mother know?”
“I doubt whether she knew,” she responded. “My mother was besotted with Hugh. She wouldn’t have believed what I’ve told you.”
“What aboot yer real father?” ah asked. “Was he not around?”
“He drowned,” she told me. “Somewhere at sea, but his body was never found.”
Ah saw her wipe a tear
“Ah’m so sorry tae hear,” ah sympathised. “Nae wonder ye had tae live wi’ that fear.”
“Yes, for many a year,” she said. “But when Giles and I were married he hardly came near.”
“Ye mean tae say that he still assaulted ye after ye were wed?” ah asked. “If ah wis Giles the man would be dead.”
“Yes, he still continued having his sordid fun,” she answered. “It didn’t even matter to him that Giles was his son.”
This man wis seriously deranged
“I never loved Giles,” she continued. “It was all arranged.”
“Why him and no other?” I asked her. “His father an’ your mother, but in a sense it must have felt like marryin’ yer brother.”
“Hugh just loves control,” she said. “The man’s soul is as black as coal. Giles was meek and mild, and thank goodness he didn’t press for a child. I don’t suppose it would have mattered if it was a girl or a boy, a child of mine would have been Montgomery’s toy.”
“The man’s a beast,” ah said. “Ye’ll find many oot there, even a priest. Yvette, let me take care o’ this man. Jist gie me a while tae devise a plan.”
She gave me a look o’ utter dread, and said, “Do that and you’ll wind up dead.”
“Or possibly goin’ down,” ah said. “But ah’ll make him regret ever meetin’ Robert Brown.”