Preamble..

Melissa Garforth-Thomas was a very fortunate young woman some twenty and three years of age.. Virtuous, Handsome financially secure She had received a very generous gift of property in her Great Aunt Melissa’s will due to her parent’s foresight in naming her after the old lady and her parent’s subsequent divorce which the old lady abhorred. Hence Melissa was very well set up with a handsome fiancé and a wedding to plan as soon as he returned from the new world.

Scorned.

One morning Melissa was sitting in her parlour reading quietly when her maid Rosie rushed in.

“Miss, Miss the “Majestic’s” in she shouted.

The “Majestic,” with Tom Moore, her intended husband aboard had arrived on the tide and was now moored at the town quay.

“Oh my lord, quickly I must get dressed,” Melissa cried and she rushed around aimlessly as Rosie looked out her best walking out dress.

An hour later and transformed into a vision of loveliness Melissa was able to relax and await her beau’s arrival.

She waited, and waited. Evening came and went and the morning saw her again dress in her best clothes to await him.

By noon her patience was exhausted, she put on her walking shoes, took her parasol and clasp bag and set forth for the harbour.

Majestic was lying battered and bruised against the harbour wall, her sails stained and torn, new timbers inserted where old ones had been swept away and left unpainted and generally tired and wan.

Stevedores struggled to unload her. Melissa watched from a distance before approaching the matelot guarding the aft gangplank.

“Could you pass a communication to Mr Tom Moore please,” she asked politely.

“Cap’n’s busy mam, but if thee has a note I’ll see he has it.” he replied.

Melissa swiftly wrote, “Tom, why have you not called on me?” she put and signed it.

She slowly made her way homeward only too aware of the lustful stares of the sailors who have been deprived of feminine company for weeks if not months.

She had not been home long when a letter arrived, “My dearest Melissa” she read, a few lines of platitudes followed and then “Must unfortunately due to my own indiscretion end our understanding and betrothal,” She stared in utter disbelief.

“Aggghhhh!” she wailed.

Rosie came running, “What ever is it Madam?” Melissa handed her he note. “I can’t read Miss.”

“He has scorned me for another,” Melissa explained angrily.

“What overseas Miss?” Rosie asked, “Maybe he turned queer Miss, all those lovely big manly men.”

“Oh really you fool.” Melissa snapped.

“Well I expect he needed to get his end away like gentlemen needs to,” Rosie suggested.

“What are you wittering on about?” Melissa demanded.

“Gentlemen miss, they balls fills up wi spunk and they has to let fly or they might burst.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous!” Melissa cautioned.

“Me ridiculous?” Rosie gasped, “What do you know, you never fucked no one, well I have, I ‘ent wasting the best years of me life saving me maidenhead is I, I reckon you’re the fool Miss if I may say so no disrespect mind.

“Don’t be impertinent Rosie,” Melissa warned, but she felt angry, an empty feeling spread within her, hope of companionship, children, love and passion drifting away leaving an aching void within her. “What is it like?”

“Well first time it hurt like hell but it were worth it,” Rosie said.

“Worth it?” Melissa asked.

“Well he paid me a guinea for me honour,” Rosie said, “And after why I could stick me fingers up or a rolling pin and pleasure me self.”

“That’s disgusting!” Melissa cried.

“Should have held out for more but I were of age so it weren’t wrong, legal like, and I wanted to see what it were like, like.

“Oh, so no love or passion,” Melissa queried.

“Oh don’t get me wrong miss, when there’s a nice live cock up me and a Gentleman holding me crushing me whatsits against his chest whispering sweet nothings that’s like heaven on earth.”

“Really, and when you get caught with a child?” Melissa enquired haughtily.

“I know’s a gypsy Miss,” Rosie said enigmatically, “You want’s to lose your honour and have some fun miss!”

“Get out you impertinent wretch!” Melissa snapped. “Keep out of my way if you know what’s good for you.

It was not Rosie’s impertinence but the truth she spoke which riled her. Melissa often suffered at the hands of a yearning to fill the void within her. Her teats would become roused and secretions intended to help ease a member within would leak uselessly from her.

Melissa wandered to her bed chamber and angrily began to undress. She was had nowhere to go so she slipped off her jacket and long skirt and shouted for Roise to help her with her tightly buttoned blouse and her tight corsets.

“You said I should keep away,” Rosie reminded her.

“Hold your tongue and help me,” Melissa ordered.

Rosie busied herself placing the jacket and skirt on a hanger before undoing Melisa’s corset lacings.