The Clerk and the Baker (Sure & ambrosial)
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				Title: <strong>The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 01:10:24</strong>
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				Jetue Faban was having a bad day. It started out well enough. He had gotten up and stoked the fire somewhat, curled up with a blanket and some hot water to drink. Then the telephone had gone off and he was obliged to answer it. By the time he had been done with the pleasantries he had been saddled with an unpleasant task. So he had gone down to the Hall of Governance where he had been put through the embarrassment of explaining, no, he didn’t need public housing, he just had an errand to run. The task, which had taken a bit longer than it should have, was completed soon and he departed again.<br><br>Luckily, it was only the first week or so of winter and snow had failed to completely cover the ground, though it was starting to form in banks. He knew by the end of the season those small banks would be mighty mountains of ice. He pulled his cloak around him more tightly. It wasn’t as cold as it would get, but it was certainly colder than a blanket next to a fire with water to sip. So he hurried along his way.<br><br>As he did so, he saw a husk of a building. That was not an unknown sight to him, though it wasn’t something he saw every day, and he stopped for a moment on the end of the street to look it over. Then he saw something, or rather someone, and paused for a moment. That was unusual, people were not out and about. The Hall of Governance was only occupied because it was necessary to keep it open at all times, and even then, it had a section built on so that those who stayed there could live in it.<br><br>He paused for a moment, uncertain of what to do. He was debating with himself whether he should approach her, he was able to tell it was a woman now. A couple of thoughts flitted through her head, whether she needed help, whether this was a trap set up by bandits, who this woman was, and quite a few more intangible emotions which played a part in his decision as well. <br><br>Regardless, he eventually came to the decision to approach her and walked up to her boldly and with purpose, as if trying to make up for his indecision on the street corner before. By the time he had reached her, he had ended up feeling slightly silly about the whole affair. He thought for a moment about walking by as if he didn't see her, or pretending to just have happened by and noticed her. But in the end he steeled himself against such acts, calling them cowardly in his mind.<br><br>He approached her directly and said in a voice perhaps slightly too loud, and slightly too clear, “Excuse me, madam, it is not safe to be out and about. Is everything quite fine?” There was a note of concern in his voice but he tried to keep it a bit reserved. He stood a bit farther away than he would have otherwise, both wary of her and hoping not to alarm her. After all, he could be mistaken for an untrustworthy character if he walking the streets in a winter month.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 01:57:18</strong>
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				The fire was out now, but it was little comfort to Enya Fallon.&nbsp; The damn ovens had gone up, taking not only her home and her bakery but also her dreams with them. The trip to Hiber hadn't been cheap - getting the ovens there, for one, had soaked up valuable time and money - and then it took most of her savings just to purchase the building and more time than she cared to wade her way through all the paperwork.&nbsp; She'd wanted to <em>be someone</em>, and bringing bread to this wheatless country had been her way of reaching that goal, but now....<br><br>The end result was that she was left standing in the snow, left penniless and without a single belonging to her name in a foreign country save her second-best dress, the one with the patches and slightly soiled apron.<br><br>She muffled a sob. How foolish that she should be brought to tears over her <em>vanity</em>! Enya mentally scolded herself.&nbsp; She knew she ought to do something, ought to act - she'd been standing watching the snow tumble into the ashes of her home too long already - but she felt numb, drained of motivation.<br><br>Besides, what <em>could</em> she do? She was a stranger here but knew enough to realize that few but brigands would be about in Hiber in the winter. She was utterly alone in the cold streets, but....perhaps if she begged? Maybe the police?<br><br>Enya was pondering these grim options in a state of absolute shock and despair when she heard the voice.&nbsp; It startled her out of her quandary, and she instinctively stiffened. What if it was a bandit?<br><br>In the span of a second, the baker both dismissed this thought and berated herself for her cowardice.&nbsp; Everything she'd ever had was already gone; she had nothing else to lose. What was there to be afraid of now?&nbsp; She summoned her courage and turned to face the stranger, her slightly freckled cheeks flushed bright pink with the cold, arms crossed under her bosom.<br><br>"'Fraid not, mistah." She gestured to the shell of the building as if by way of explanation. "Was me 'ome."&nbsp; The movement of her arm reminded her of how frigid she was, and she rapidly pulled it back, hugging herself.&nbsp; Enya quirked a brow, studying the man, and decided to be bold.<br><br>"I do thank ya fer askin', but I can't 'elp but wonder wot a gent like you is doin' out 'n' about in this weather."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:37:41</strong>
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				Seeing her up close and realizing she was just wearing a dress, he took off his own cloak and held it out to her, offering it. He was cold and shivered for a moment when he took it off, but he imagined she was much colder. Particularly because it was apparent she was a foreigner, both from her looks and more so from her accent. He did this wordlessly as he listened to what she said, trying to decipher what she said through the accent. It wasn’t too hard, but took a bit of trying.<br><br>He looked at the building and said, “Well, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t do much about her burned down home. But he was quiet in respect for a moment. He paused for a moment to decipher her question, then realized w hat she had asked. “Oh. I have a friend abroad. He’s lucky enough to afford to go south for the winter each year. He asked me to take care of some paperwork regarding his property and his absence from it, which needed to be done immediately. I’m on my way back from the Hall of Governance right now.” He felt he overexplained it a bit, but also felt the need to protest his innocence through explanation.<br><br>He paused for a moment thinking. There was public housing for the poor who could not afford their own homes, or who were rendered temporarily homeless for whatever reason, but none of those services were open to foreigners. The fear was that they would come and take advantage of free services and welfare. He paused for a moment, hesitating to offer, but decided to continue, “Do you have a place to go? That is to say, if it’s not too forward, I can offer you a place to stay for the winter. Take you in and all that.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:02:55</strong>
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				She hesitated a moment at his offer, seeming perhaps a bit surprised by the generosity from a stranger.&nbsp; A brief second's consideration, and she stepped forward to accept the cloak, granting him a warm smile in return. "Thank ya, sir." She quickly wrapped the cloak around her shoulders,&nbsp; studying him in silence as he explains his presence on the cold streets.&nbsp; Now that she had stepped closer, her green eyes became more noticeable, complimenting her pale complexion and auburn hair.<br><br>Those emerald eyes widened in surprise when he offers her shelter; she's stupefied for a long while and glances back over her shoulder at the remnants of her home and bakery.&nbsp; She didn't even know this man's name; why would he make her such an offer? And why should she trust him? Inspired by some inner source of bravado she didn't know she had - likely partially fueled by desperation -&nbsp; she choose to accept the offer. After all, she reminded herself, she had nothing to lose, and it was the best option she had.&nbsp; She spoke quickly, as if afraid the offer would disappear if she didn't snatch it up right away.<br><br>"You're a fine gent, you is, t' make such a generous offer t' one so put out like meself. I most certainly 'ave t' accept, though....I'd like t' pay ya back somehow." She frowned briefly, remembering she has no money left, but then, realizing it probably looks a bit rude to frown when accepting generous offers from mysterious benefactors, she rapidly changes the expression into a charming smile.<br><br>"Me name's Enya Fallon, by the bye, mistah."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:24:26</strong>
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				Jetue was a bit uncomfortable about his offer, in fact. The idea of inviting a strange woman into his home didn’t appeal to him. But he hadn’t said it would be permanent, and at the moment he could think of no other way to get her shelter. The idea she needed shelter was paramount in his mind as anyone who was homeless in winter would die, and he was not going to condemn her to that fate. The cloak, meanwhile, he gave up freely. He had more and she looked desperately cold.<br><br>“Well, I’ve got extra stores and I couldn’t live with your death on my conscious. Even if you only died through my inaction.” He dismissed his own generosity as a sort of modesty. When she offered to pay him back he said, “I’m sure I can find something to set you about at home.” He assured her, not wanting her to feel embarrassed at being a charity case. Though, he reflected, that job ought not be tending the fire.<br><br>“I would bow but I’m afraid of falling.” He explained the lack of formal greeting, as the roads were a bit slippery. “They call me Jetue Faban. It is a great pleasure and honor I assure you, but if you please, I’m beginning to have a bit of trouble feeling my toes and my hearth is terribly warm. So, if you don’t mind.” He picked her up, holding her in both arms. It was mostly a practical measure, in his mind, because he assumed he could move faster in snow than she could. And indeed, he could move very fast.<br><br>He walked quickly, carrying her, back to where he had turned when he saw her and then two blocks further. He opened the front door to a tall building which lead to a stairwell with two doors and a large mat for absorbing snow. He put her down and began to pat himself off and stomp his feet to get rid of the remnants of cold. “Now we climb. Top floor, I’m afraid.” As was usual with gentlemen, he owned the whole building but only inhabited a few of the floors. The rest were rented out. He made an ‘after you’ gesture.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:43:20</strong>
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				Enya chuckled, almost despite herself, at his formality. He was so polite and charming! She couldn't imagine a better fate than this, after the loss of all her assets, home, and business. Of course, it would have been better had she still had all those things and he'd just wandered into her shop, looking for a sweet bun, but there was nothing for it really. She couldn't change what had happened, and she might as well make the best of a bad situation.&nbsp; He wasn't a bandit, at least, nor was she going to freeze to death, and naught five minutes before she wasn't sure about that much.<br><br>"Mistah Faban." She smiled and did her best to offer him a polite curtsy in response to the introduction - she felt someone of his status certainly deserved a curtsy - but she was a little clumsy in the snow, so the whole gesture turned out a little awkward.&nbsp; But she lifted her head with another dazzling smile, as if to apologize for the unfortunate attempt at a curtsy.<br><br>Enya let out a gasp of surprise when she was picked up.&nbsp; It was definitely a novel experience for her; she hadn't been carried since she was an infant, and, of course, she had no recollections of those happenings, though she felt certain it hadn't set off quite the same nervous flutter of butterflies in her stomach as <em>this</em> particular instance.<br><br>The foreign baker wasn't sure what one should say in cases such as this, so she remained silent and tried not to stare at him as he carried her - that would probably be rude.<br><br>She felt a rush of mingled relief and regret when she was once again returned to her own feet, but she quickly dismissed the feelings and concentrated on removing her clothes and shoes of any snow.<br><br>"Oh, I ain't bothered with any climbin'." Enya smiled to reassure him; she had a secret fear he'd realize how insane this was and kick her out should she show any hesitation. So, she promptly set to climbing the stairs.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:59:13</strong>
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				Jetue merely smiled at her curtsey, appreciating the effort even if she didn’t quite get the gesture right. He noticed she avoided looking at him as they walked but was more concerned with getting home before he lost feeling in his toes completely. He wondered whether he had embarrassed her in some way.<br><br>Jetue was actually talking himself in the other direction, convincing himself that it was simply too far fetched for a woman to burn down a building then wait outside hoping a gentleman would rescue her and thus steal from him. And if she was, well, she was obviously such a genius she could break in anyway and he would have a story to tell his friends next time he saw them.<br><br>After climbing a large number of stairs, enough it had been more strenuous exercise than walking here, they arrived at the top floor of the house, he took out the keys. There were a lot of them, since he was the landlord after all. As he looked through them he said, “Each floor is divided into two identical rooms on each side of this staircase. One large room with a bathroom, two closets, and a fireplace. There’s also boiler heating to the whole building. To your left is my bedroom, to your right is my Receiving Room.” A room for receiving guests, as the name implied. “I also occupy the two floors below this one. A study with library, a kitchen and pantry, and two sundry rooms used for any number of things.” He found the key as he said this and opened the door to the Receiving Room, sounding a bit proud as he described the building. “Everything below that is rented out.”<br><br>He made another ‘after you’ gesture. The room inside was covered in laid down carpets with tapestries covering the walls. There were various chairs and items of fine crafted furniture, clocks on the wall, a few tables out for games or coffee with books tastefully placed, a few nick-nacks here and there, a large lit fireplace with a few scattered metal vents for heat. Jetue’s cup of water and pot of hot water, plus his blanket, were still in one of the chairs facing the fire.<br><br>After they entered he closed the door. “Only one bed I’m afraid. I’m sure I’ll find arrangements.” He paused, expecting her to comment.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:29:00</strong>
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				Enya seemed suitably impressed with both the quantity and apparent quality of Jetue's rooms (she did secretly wonder what purpose one might have for "sundry rooms;" she decided her benefactor must be a wealthy man to have extra rooms with no particular purpose). Her immediate attention, however, was drawn to the fireplace.&nbsp; Once given permission to enter, she made brisk progress to the fire and began warming her hands before its warmth.<br><br>"Ya 'ave a lovely place, tha's fer sure, mistah Faban." She idly glanced around admiring the room's furnishings as she warms her hands.&nbsp; She chuckled at the sight of one of the knickknacks, a porcelain milkmaid and her cow. "Me mum used t' 'ave one just like that."<br><br>She quirked a brow in surprise at the pronouncement that there was only one bed, but she quickly forced herself to be rational. Of course he only had a single bed; it wasn't like he went around expecting to take in random homeless women.<br><br>Still, when she turned to face him, there was a distinctive flush to her cheeks - perhaps from the warmth of the fire. "I'm sure wotever arrangements ya 'ave will be perfectly fittin', mistah Faban. I do thank ya fer takin' me in like this."<br><br>A pause, then she volunteered an explanation for her homelessness. "It was the ovens, ya see, in me bakery. They weren't meant fer the buildings 'ere, or, more like, the buildings weren't meant fer them. Either way...." She shrugs, almost hopelessly, and then waits him for him speak once more, making eye contact with him for the first time since entering his abode.
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				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:46:49</strong>
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				He closed the door after they had both entered and locked it, as was normal. After all, people had access to the staircase he didn’t necessarily want to have access to this room. He followed her to the fire and took off his shoes and socks, hanging the later from the fireplace to dry. He then assumed his place under the blanket again and drank down the water as quickly as its heat would allow. It was already cold, which was more hydrating but not quite what he wanted. Only then did he respond, “Thank you, Miss Fallon.” He presumed her unmarried, since her husband was not about.<br><br>He looked over at the milkmaid and her cow, “Yes, my friend brought that back from abroad. Said it was an idol the rich kept to make them seem in touch with the poorer classes who actually kept the cows, without actually having to meet one in person.” Hiber was different than many nations in that, while classes were as divided as anywhere, interaction between the classes was common place. It was a necessary result of cramped and close living quarters.<br><br>When she turned, he gestured to a seat. He silently reprimanded himself for thinking that she didn’t look too dirty to sit in it. “I could not have your death on my conscious.” He dismissed her praise again, again a modest instinct. He debated letting her have his bed. He didn’t mind sleeping on a couch but he was worried about her taking things. He still didn’t quite fully trust her. Anything in here he could afford to lose, but the same was not true of everything in his room.<br><br>“I see…” He supposed she had brought strange, foreign ovens here for some purpose or another. “There’s an oven down in the kitchen, though it’s a Hiberian oven. I might be able to let you use it.” He didn’t want to tell her directly he was afraid she might burn his house down, that would be rude. “Come the Melting you might be able to sue the builders. Generally Judges tend to side with citizens, but incidents like this are taken very seriously. If truly it was the way the ovens were built, and you can prove it, the Judge should see that the builders need to be admonished due to their shoddy workmanship. Fires are dangerous.” He took another sip.<br><br>“But no use thinking of it until then.” He stretched his toes out towards the fire, still under the blanket, trying to get them warm. “So, what brings you to our little patch of ice cold paradise?” Hiber was still Jetue’s home, and he still loved it for all its faults.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 15:55:46</strong>
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				Enya did not correct him when he addressed her as "Miss Fallon," so one can only presume his guess to her unmarried status was accurate.<br><br>She took a seat when prompted, clasping her hands together and placing them in her lap.&nbsp; Her posture was rigid, and she didn't lean back at all, almost as if she herself were afraid of dirtying the fine furniture.&nbsp; She was short enough (one would guess about five feet, four inches or so), though, that had she sat all the way back in the chair, her feet likely would not have touched the floor.<br><br>"I can cook most anythin', sir, if ya'd want me to." she offered when the subject of the kitchens downstairs was brought up. She fell quiet again, nodding along as Jetue talked of Judges and the Melting.&nbsp; She glanced to his bare feet, then to her wet shoes and apparently decided to follow his example. She removed her shoes and stockings, placing them near the fire to drip their water on the hearth, rather than on the flooring.<br><br>She began to talk all the while of her homeland and bakery. "I'm from Birne, mistah Faban." It had probably been obvious enough she was from that eastern country by her accent and appearance alone. "We grow wheat and such there, ya know, an' me parents was bakers. I 'ad an idea, then, o' bringin' bread an' cakes an' such like to Hiber - a new business." She frowns slightly, sitting back in her chair. "Only, as ya seen, it ain't been workin' out fer me all that well."
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				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 16:44:42</strong>
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				“Relax a bit.” He noticed her rigid posture. He was aware she was short but not that she was short enough that the chair was too big, if so he could have offered her a smaller chair. Regardless, he was leaning further back in his. He was still warming himself and the conversation had replaced what had been before lazy reading of a truly mediocre romance novel.<br><br>“I’m sure that would come in handy, but most of the supplies we’ll have are preserved rather than fresh.” Preserving and canning was something the Hiberians had perfected, and had needed to, to help survive the winters. With each advance food quality got better, but it still wasn’t as good as fresh food according to foreign food critics. “If you still wish to, I shall see what I can do.” There was also rationing to take into account, he thought, for if they ate too much they might not have enough come winter’s end.<br><br>He watched her take off her stockings with mild interest. “We have cakes.” It was a semantic difference: they had <em>rice</em> cakes, which were different entirely.&nbsp; “I’m not sure how you would pound wheat down or mold it into a shape like you can with rice… I’ve heard of wheat but never had it. And what is a baker?” He knew of Birne, of course, but foreign cuisine was not his forte.&nbsp; <br><br>“Fires are just a fact of life.” He didn’t continue on to say that the reason she had been in dire straits is that she had had no friends to take refuge with. “I would retry again when the weather is better.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 18:36:30</strong>
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				Enya chuckled a little at her own rigid posture at Jetue's admonishment and forced herself to relax, leaning back in the chair, her toes barely grazing the carpet.<br><br>"Preserved, o' course." She nodded knowingly then offered him a slight smile. "I might still surprise ya wif wot I can do, all the same, mistah Faban."&nbsp; Slowing kicking her legs back and forth, she absentmindedly dug her toes into the plush carpet; her smile grew into a grin as she spoke. <br><br>"Aye, so ya do 'ave cakes, mistah Faban, but Hiberian ones ain't the same as ones we got in Birne. Wot ya do 'ere is pack rice into cake-shapes, but wif wheat, ya can grind it into flour, add milk, sugar an' eggs, an' then ya got <em>real</em> cake. An' bread wifout the sugar, o' course."<br><br>The red-haired woman's spirits seemed improved both by discussing her own passion and by the gentleman's reassurance that fires aren't the end of the world.<br><br>"Jus' you wait, mistah Faban, once I get me supplies again, I'll make ya some breads an' cakes, an' then you'll see. It's 'ard t' describe the taste o' somethin', but once ya try it yerself, you'll see."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:14:18</strong>
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				“Well, I hope you can. It would bring a bit of variety to what is otherwise a very monotonous diet.” Extremely monotonous after they got past the point where various foods would start to go bad and they’d be left with things that were more for nutrition than taste. “Sounds odd.” He declared of cake. Of course, you could add things to rice cakes as well, as they did, but the process sounded completely alien.<br><br>“I’m sure I will enjoy that.” He smiled over at her after she offered to make him some cake, bread, or whatever strange mixture she was talking about. It was a nicety, to be honest it sounded a bit disgusting to him. He just hoped they removed the egg shells, at the least.<br><br>He paused for a moment, hoping to flee the topic of foreign dishes for a bit, “Pardon the questions and change in topic, but I have a few, if you would not mind. First and foremost, can you read?” It was a stereotype that foreign countries had low literacy rates. Not one without merit for large swathes of the world, but certainly not true everywhere. “Also, what do you intend to do while here? To put it plainly, there is not overmuch to do during the winter. Even if I were to set you to make every meal, keep this place clean, and care for the boilers and fires, that would not take up more than a few hours. Do you have any idea what you might during that time?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:44:13</strong>
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				Enya nodded happily, convinced that she had persuaded Jetue of the superiority of cakes, breads, and other wheat-based baked goods, when, suddenly, a thought occurred to her.&nbsp; "Oh, I forgot t' mention in me babblin' on, but a 'baker' is someone who bakes - cooks - all those things I was jus' talkin' about. It's wot I do. Though," she chuckled lightly, "ya probably gathered that by now."<br><br>She waited in content silence in the pause that followed, happy to let him lead the conversation, then, she quirked a brow at the change of topic.<br><br>"I can read, aye. Didn't 'ave no grand education, but I did 'ave basic schoolin'." She glanced around the room, studying the books placed here and there. "I was admirin' yer books, mistah Faban. They look very fine ones. An' ya said ya 'ave a library?"<br><br>"As fer wot I intend t' do wif me time...Hm." Enya bit her lower lip in thought a moment. "I did think I could 'elp wif the cleanin' an' such t' earn my keep, but if there's not enough t' do t' occupy a whole day...." She shrugged, at a loss. "I honestly don't know. I never 'ad so much free time before." Winters were milder in Birne, it was known, giving the residents there the leisure of <em>not</em> being snowed in, and her former employment as a baker had probably consumed most of her time otherwise.<br><br>"I 'ope ya 'ave a suggestion, mistah Faban, 'cus I've used up all o' me own."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 23:36:19</strong>
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				Jetue nodded at her description of what a baker was. So it was just a specialized form of preparing food. Well, nothing wrong with a bit of foreign culture coming into what was otherwise a very closed city. <br><br>“Indeed.” The books on his tables at the moment were not particularly heavy reading, mostly the sort of thing that could be cracked open at a party for amusement or for interesting facts or something one might occupy oneself with while waiting. But his point had been more to find out whether it was possible she might occupy herself with such things. “I do have a library. A good deal of the books are reference for my profession, but there’s also many books for pleasure reading, which might be of interest.”<br><br>“Six rooms about this size, one room about three times this size.” The basement. “Plus the stairs. That’s the most I can set you to cleaning without intruding on my tenant’s rental properties. It might take a day to clean it all at once, but cleaning all day every day something that was cleaned the day before seems terribly wasteful.” Jetue had no interest in eating off his floors, they only needed to be reasonably clean.<br><br>At her comment on free time, Jetue said, “Yes, Hiber is the best educated society in the world with many great works of art, literature, and innovation ascribed to it. This is because we all have to sit indoors for nine months out of the year and do nothing and we need to find some way to alleviate the boredom.” There was some nationalist pride in his statements, but they weren’t incorrect either. That pride was definitely why he failed to mention the fact that Hiber also produced prodigious amounts of pornography and sex toys, though.<br><br>“I’m afraid I don’t know you well enough to give you much in the way of suggestions. Some people read, some people pray, some people cleave to their spouse. Others establish grand projects and try to accomplish them. A few like me actually have work we can do in this state.” He spoke with some amusement at his last prospect, "And, of course, a greater number than should just lay around inert."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 03:17:40</strong>
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				Truth be told, Enya was more impressed with the fine leather bindings of the books than any of their subject matter; she hadn't even read their titles yet. Her interest, however, was piqued about his profession.<br><br>"Yer profession, sir? Mind me askin' wot that might be? I don't mean t' pry, but it does seem a thing t' spark the curiosity."<br><br>She chuckled agreeably when he described cleaning each day as overdoing it. "Aye, I s'pose there's some truf in that. I can start wif cleanin' an' cookin', an' we'll see where it gets me. Useless t' try t' plan too much now anyhow - me mind's a bit froze still."<br><br>A pleasant smile brightened her features as Jetue discussed the education the citizens of Hiber enjoyed.&nbsp; Ignorant (blissfully or otherwise might be a topic for debate, depending on one's opinions) of Hiberians' more erotic past times, Enya did not detect that the gentleman seated across from her had left something unsaid about his countrymen and their free time.&nbsp; Birne was industrialized in cities, yes, but it was also still much of an agricultural state whose citizens' education hardly encompassed subjects like foreign affairs.&nbsp; The daughter of two bakers had knowledge enough to know something of Hiber and its culture, but "scandalous" rumors of that nature would hardly reach <em>her</em> ears.<br><br>Enya nodded at the mention of long projects. "Would ya 'appen t' 'ave a piano, mistah Faban? Me mum always wanted me t' learn, an' I s'pose now's as good a time as any, if ya 'ad one t' give me the use of. An' if ya wouldn't mind, that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 03:57:42</strong>
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				“I am a legal clerk. I advise a judge, specifically the High Judge of the Court of Transgressions. Basically I deal with contentious cases that have to do with crimes that do not involve violence but violate the Criminal Code. Thefts, libel, slander, threats, that sort of thing.” He stretched under his blanket, then cracked his neck, getting a bit more comfortable. “But I am free to draw up contracts without violating legal or ethical standards, so I do that on the side over winter. There’s a lot of contracts drawn up over the winter about what’s to be done as soon as the snow melts.”<br><br>When she said her mind was frozen a bit he took an extra cup and a bottle of clear liquid out from where his water was being kept warm. He poured it into the cup, “This is called Sweet and Clear Fire. It is clear, as you can see, sweet I promise you, and warm.” It was also alcoholic, but he presumed she knew that. If for no other reason than the bottle shape was customary for alcohol. He offered it to her. Getting drunk when they were going out was dangerous, but it could certainly help with a frozen mind.<br><br>“I’ll have to check. I don’t, but my sister may have left one with me. She plays, you see. I don’t.” He played the viola, one instrument being the minimum requirement for a proper education. “I doubt she’ll mind. She teaches people who can’t afford lessons in her free time, after all. But I won’t be able to teach you, since I don’t know too much myself.” He wondered if he could get a book for it. There were occasional trades or meetings so people could make up for shortfalls but they were rare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 04:13:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A clerk fer a High Judge?" Enya leaned forward slightly in her seat, studying him. "It sounds like an important job, mistah Faban, though I 'ope it doesn't get too dull, starin' at them papers an' such all day." She grinned slightly, a bit of a playful, teasing tone sneaking into her voice. She hoped she wasn't breaching any sort of protocol, but he <em>was</em> the one who told her to relax a bit, so the humor in her naturally surfaced.<br><br>"So ya 'ave a sister, then? I don't 'ave any siblin's meself, though I suspect me mum wishes otherwise."<br><br>She accepted the proffered cup with a grateful smile - her smiles seemed to highlight the dimples in her cheeks. "Thank ya, sir. Here," she gestured to his cup with her own. "We ought t' 'ave a toast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 04:48:35</strong>
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				“It’s in the top twenty or so courts in the nation. The truth is that clerking is a job for recent legal graduates, though. Before this winter’s over I should be asked to resign based on tradition to make way for new graduates. Of course, the High Judge will put in a good word for me where I want to go.” When she joked about it being boring staring at all those papers all day he rolled his eyes, then assumed a slightly stiff pose and said in an overly aristocratic voice, “I assure you that pushing pencils is a respectable job that has a <em>grand</em> and <em>noble</em> history, young lady.” Before collapsing into a chuckle.<br><br>“I do. She decided to stay at a university for the winter to advance her education. When it’s warm, though, she likes to come here and berate me because I don’t have a room for her so she has to stay in my parent’s house which is farther from the center of town.” His tone held the usual mixture of affection and annoyedness that many held for their siblings, summarized in his next sentence, “I love her but she will drive me insane, I swear.”<br><br>“I also have a half sister, but she’s staying with her husband. He is the Royal Chief of Edifices, basically it’s his job to see that buildings the government owns are kept in good shape. And my father is this Burgtreasurer, basically the City’s Treasurer.” Jetue’s family was not noble, but it was genteel and could expect to rise high if they worked hard.<br><br>He raised up his own cup, though his was just filled with water, and said, “Very well, to fire in our hearts, fire in our hearths, from the fire in our stomachs.” It was a traditional drinking toast, and he drank the whole thing down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:24:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"At university? Wot is she studyin'? Not the 'grand' an' 'noble' occupation o' pencil pushin', I 'ope?" Enya's grinned never disappeared. "An' o' course she's goin' t' drive ya insane. Tha's a sister's job, so my understandin' goes."<br><br>"A 'alf sist-?" She began to ask but abruptly interrupted herself. "Ah, but 'ere I go pryin'." She admonished herself with a gentle "tsk" and a shake of her head. "Ya've roused me curiosity, mistah Faban, which is trouble fer certain.&nbsp; It'll be nothin' but questionin' an' pryin' from 'ere on out, 'less I manage t' control me womanly instincts." She brought a hand up to her mouth, hiding her forthcoming words from invisible onlookers, and stage-whispered in his direction conspiratorially, as if letting him in on a well-kept secret. "We're terrible busybodies, us ladies."<br><br>She laughed then returned the toast with a grin. "Cheers." She downed much of her own drink at once and curled up into a more comfortable position in her chair, tucking one leg underneath her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:51:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Indeed. This year, I believe, she is studying the Age of Reckoning. Or was it the Troubled Times…” He tried to remember but he shrugged, “Some kind of history, at any rate. And no, she’s not one to pursue a career through her education. But then again, as a woman she doesn’t have to.” Women could find employment in Hiber, possibly in higher positions than anywhere else, but it was not demanded of them. Staying at home as a woman was perfectly respectable. It was, however, demanded of men<br><br>“My mother is my father’s second wife. The first one died two years before the marriage from the complications of pneumonia or some such disease.” He stated plainly, as if merely wishes to get that out of the way. His half sister had only been one at the time of death, but it hadn’t really been a clear division in the family. At least, Jetue didn’t think it was. His two sisters did have a rivalry going on, but that was normal, wasn’t it? “When my half sister visits, it tends to be more along the lines of,” He imitated an overly concerned voice, “Oh, my you’re thin. You haven’t been staying up late again have you? Are you eating enough? Dearest, look at what that Judge is doing to my brother!”<br><br>Jetue chuckled, “You don’t say? A troublesome busybody… I assure you I know no one like that.” He said in a mildly sarcastic voice. “But I’m sure we’ll come to know each other in time. In the mean time,” He offered the bottle to her again in case she wanted more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 23:39:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm." Enya just nodded idly, sipping the rest of her drink. "Yer 'alf sister's the oldest, then, I assume? Wot's that make you - middle or youngest child? An', if it makes ya feel better," she grinned, "ya could feel free t' pry 'bout <em>me</em> family, if ya like."<br><br>She curled up comfortably in her chair, the alcohol warming her veins already making her feel lazy and more relaxed.&nbsp; She chuckled at his imitation of his sister. "Ah, I know exactly wot ya mean. Me great aunt was like that."<br><br>She eyed the bottle as it was offered and then extended her arm, leaning forward in her chair to reach it without standing up. She was finally feeling warm and cozy and certainly didn't feel like moving now. The movement made her dress slip slightly from her shoulder, but she felt too relaxed at the moment to care and made no move to correct it.<br><br>"I do feel a bit guilty bein' the only one drinkin', mistah Faban. You was out in the cold, too." She smirked playfully at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Middle.” He replied. When she invited him to pry about her family he was curious about her intentions. Commoners tended to introduce and speak of families as a prelude to marriage, though for gentle families such as his family was something to be displayed openly. “Very well, tell me about your family. I imagine they weren’t thrilled about you coming here.”<br><br>“They’re dear, though.” That was all he could say on people such as his sister. Of course, he loved his half-sister as well, but her visits generally ended with him having eaten enough sweet rice to spoil his appetite for the day. He idly took a small stone from the table next to his chair from a series of bowls. He looked at it then threw it into the fire. There was a small burst of smoke and the fire near the rock started to burn green, slowly getting less and less green as the rock burned away. He smiled at the small show.<br><br>“I don’t…” He replied, then paused for a moment. “I was about to say I don’t drink alone, it depresses me. I feel like someone else ought to be there. Then again, I am no longer alone, am I?” He drank the last of the water out of his cup and then held it out for her to fill, since she was now in possession of the bottle of Fire. It was then he noticed her dress had slipped off slightly. He wondered if she was a bit of lightweight, but decided to mention it. Not out of a desire for it to go further, of course, it was a perfectly respectable reason. He just had to invent it first.<br><br>He paused, for a moment, to reflect on the strange series of events that had lead the two of them to sit near the fire here.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:29:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya's motivations might have seemed difficult to discern from an outside perspective, though in truth she hadn't had that many interactions with the upper classes but somehow felt that her barrage of questions might have been a bit rude, that she was stepping out of bounds by asking them. Of course, nothing about this current arrangement was ordinary, at least not for her, so perhaps the normal rules no longer applied.&nbsp; Regardless, some part of the former baker thought she could make amends for her inquisitiveness by offering Jetue the chance to ask <em>her</em> the same sorts of inquiries.<br><br>She poured more Fire into her cup as she talked. "Well, me poor parents, bless their souls, 'ave gone on. Still got all my extended family, o' course, but it's not quite the same.&nbsp; Me Great Aunt Nettie let 'er voice be 'eard 'about my goin' t' Hiber, but it weren't 'er place t' say."<br><br>Her eyes were drawn to the fireplace, and she smiled slightly at the sight, extending that smile to Jetue as well. "No, I s'pose you ain't alone now, eh?" Enya leaned up once more to fill his own cup, the action doing nothing to improve the status of her bare shoulder.<br><br>Once she poured Jetue some of the alcohol, she placed the bottle carefully on the closest table within reach and then sat back in her chair, halfheartedly adjusting her dress. Her absent efforts only partially cover her bare shoulder.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:44:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“My apologies.” Was his only response to learning her parents were deceased. He nodded when she spoke of a great aunt who had objected to her going. He expected as much. Hiber must have looked unimaginably miserable and cold to anyone in warmer climates, in his opinion.<br><br>“No indeed, perhaps I ought to make this a habit.” That would be an oddity, picking random foreign commoners and inviting them to stay with him for the winter. He doubted he’d get many acceptances, but the thought itself was amusing. As her dress rode a bit lower he discretely tried to see whether it was baring anything resembling a breast but was thwarted by his own efforts to remain inconspicuous about it. That said, he didn’t think he had given off any sign he was looking.<br><br>When she adjusted her dress, that put an end to that. Though he hatched another scheme. “If you’re cold, I don’t have another blanket but I’m willing to share.” He shifted somewhat under his blanket. It was awfully snug, but he suspected her presence under it would only improve the feeling. Meanwhile, he sipped from his glass, despite the relatively high proof, and hoped she remembered to bring the bottle.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 01:05:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A habit?" She giggled, her cheeks flushing. "<em>That'd</em> be somethin' t' see, now wouldn't it?" She clutched her cup fondly, though she hadn't drunk too much from it since her refill. "Mighty fine liquor ya 'ave 'ere, mistah Faban. S'pose you in Hiber would definitely know 'ow t' make one t' warm yer bones."<br><br>If Enya had spied Jetue trying to sneak a peek at her, she gave no indication of it, though his proposal of sharing the blanket certainly caused a change in her expression. One eyebrow quirked slightly, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.&nbsp; She wasn't really cold, though she acknowledged that was most likely due to the Fire that had left a burning in her veins and throat. She <em>might</em> get cold in a few minutes, she reasoned, and, besides, if she was to be sharing a home with this man for the next nine months, she shouldn't treat him like a stranger. It was kind of him to open his house to her - and offer her his liquor and blanket besides - so she rationalized that it would only be polite of her to accept his generosity.<br><br>"Was terrible cold out there, tha's fer sure, mistah Faban." She stood slowly, curling one leg out from under the other and stretching before walking closer to his chair, bringing her cup but leaving the bottle forgotten on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:49:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh yes, many methods have been passed down to us. Have to find some way to stay warm, after all.” He replied about the quality of the liquor. Of course, he also could afford the better quality stuff. He was increasingly thinking of a very specific method of keeping warm, or perhaps hot, by using a bed. Still, he suppressed such thoughts for the moment.<br><br>“Now you’re in the warmth.” He replied when she said it was awful cold. When she didn’t bring the bottle, he supposed he would just have to use a bottle of something else. There were quite a few in a heating device under the table. He opened the blanket for her, the sudden exposure of part of him to cold sent a bit of a complaint up his spine but he was more than glad to let her under. The chair was large, and though they would be closely packed together, they could both fit undoubtedly.<br><br>After she had sat down he reached over her and tucked the blanket in on the other side, resealing them both under the blanket and bringing the warmth back that he had been accustomed to. Only now his side was pressed up against Enya, an entirely different kind of warmth. He leaned a bit against her, figuring he might as well push his luck and bring them to something approaching snuggling. If she rejected him, that was that, but in the mean time he figured he ought to try…<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:05:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Staying warm, mm. " Enya nodded happily and almost absentmindedly in agreement, relishing the feel of the plush carpet under her feet and between her toes as she watched Jetue lift the blanket.&nbsp; She was in a warm, pleasant daze, but still felt a little embarrassed about so eagerly jumping to share a blanket and chair with a man she'd only met that very day.&nbsp; A small part of her protested about the potential proximity to him, insisting it wasn't right, but that voice was weak and easily ignored.&nbsp; All the same, she didn't quite make eye contact or look at him while setting into place, and all the movement gave brief glimpses of ample cleavage to anyone who noticed.<br><br>It felt very warm and pleasant when Jetue moved closer to her, Enya decided.&nbsp; The little voice in her mind protested the situation once more, but it was quickly drowned out by an all-together different sensation - the feeling of something more than alcohol and nerves pounding in her veins.&nbsp; She felt unsure what to do, so took another sip of her drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:58:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue watched her as she seemed to become absentminded and out of sorts. All the same, she crawled under the blanket as Jetue was treated to glimpses of her bust. He was only now beginning to notice she was actually quite beautiful. He didn’t think it was the liquor affecting him, at least. Since she had come under the blanket with him and let him snuggle up against her, he took that as invitation to go further. He leaned in a bit further first.<br><br>After waiting a moment, he slung his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him as well. He then used his leverage on her to pull her head back in such a way it was open to his kiss, which he planted on her lips. It was long, slow, and he broke it slowly with a tinge of regret. “This too is a way to stay warm.” He shifted under the blanket, his other arm coming to fondle her breast through her dress as he continued to kiss her.<br><br>He had the vaguest afterthought he might come to regret this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 04:12:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That persistent part of Enya's conscience was screeching protests at her, fervently urging her to excuse herself and escape before things got out of hand as Jetue's arm wrapped around her shoulder.<br><br>And then he kissed her.&nbsp; <br><br>At first, she was too shocked to react.&nbsp; Her mind had been numbed by spirits and the events of the day, slowing her reactions.&nbsp; She'd had a few kisses before, of course, but those were awkward fumblings in the dark with pock-faced boys and one now-embarrassing incident in her teenaged years with her dear friend Jana that she tried not to think about since it had passed.&nbsp; They were nothing like <em>this.</em><br><br>And then he touched her, and she gasped.<br><br>She had no experiences comparable to this, and a part of her still insisted it was wrong, but she reasoned the guilt away with excuses and began to return the kiss, instinctively wrapping one free hand behind his neck.&nbsp; It was just a kiss.&nbsp; Nothing really wrong with a kiss, and they were very pleasant kisses, she reassured herself. She would interfere and stop it if things progressed too far, Enya told herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 04:34:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue continued to kiss, breaking away for a moment to tug on her lower lip with his teeth before returning with his tongue, invading her mouth. Meanwhile, his hand invaded her bosom going under her dress to fondle her breasts directly and then moved onto the nipples. He shifted both of them, so that she was in the center of the chair and he was over her under the blanket.<br><br>His free hand was being used to balance himself against the chair. He managed to bring it up to her hair and stroke it before running down her arm, then her hip, then her thigh, and finally getting under her dress. It snaked up, both exploring to find out what she had on under there and so that he could pull it up when the time was right. Meanwhile, he had moved away from her lips again and moved to her neck, kissing and even biting it with experienced lips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 04:50:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A light, breathy moan was all Enya was capable of producing, despite her sensible part's weak wishes that she <em>say</em> something intelligible, <em>do</em> something and resist, push him away, or anything.&nbsp; She instinctively pushed back against him, pressing her breasts into his hand.&nbsp; They were more than a handful, and her peaks started to harden in reaction to his touch.<br><br>She closed her eyes and willingly let him ravish her neck with his lips and teeth.&nbsp; His questing hand, making its way up her skirt, first encountered her garters, the clasps obviously no longer fashioned to the stockings that now hung up to dry before the fire, and, if it ventured farther, what was clearly a simple pair of undergarments - those of a working woman who had no aims at potential intimacy when she'd dressed that morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 23:34:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue had guessed correctly, in his mind, based on the way she reacted. Obviously she wanted this, perhaps even more than he did. He continued to fondle her, using his hand to expose her breasts rather than just keep it under her dress. His other hand slipped into her underwear and began to play with her lips down there, not actually inserting anything yet. He paid special attention to the top of the lips, more for a teasing effect than to try and drive her further towards release. That would come later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 00:46:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mistah Faban....I...." Enya's voice trailed off pathetically.&nbsp; She'd really had no clue of what she'd meant to say, nor could she recall how all this had started.&nbsp; She kept her eyes closed, though, unwilling to meet Jetue in the eye; that would make it all too real, and right now, it was better just to <em>feel</em>, much better.<br><br>The skin of her breasts was pale and flushed slightly with her growing arousal.&nbsp; They felt heavy and full to her, but it was the burning desire pooling between her thighs that had all her attention.&nbsp; Jetue's teasing was having the desired effect on her, her lips themselves beginning to flush and grow puffy in response to his ministrations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 00:53:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue pulled off her for a moment and planted a kiss, "Shh, you don't need to say anything. I'll make you feel warmer than you thought was possible." He promised. He stopped fondling her and began to undress her. Her dress opened up and slid off, as did her underwear and any other things that he missed. It occurred rather quickly, for Jetue was rather skilled at this. He pushed himself against her, though he was still clothed for the moment, just to feel her naked body, as his hand began to enter her gently pushing in and out. He didn't know how lubricated she was, or how ready she was to receive his fingers, so he was careful at first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:09:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya's breathing quickened as she let Jetue undress her; she watched her patchy working dress and simple garters and panties fall to the floor with a small measure of relief.&nbsp; She'd been a little embarrassed of them, and ironically, she thought, she felt less ashamed now that she was bare.&nbsp; She wished she'd worn some of her nicer things, or at least a corset - clothes much more suitable for being with a gentleman - but she'd just intended to work in the bakery this morning and hadn't expected anyone else to actually <em>see</em> her, certainly not like this.<br><br>There was nothing for it now, and all such thoughts quickly fled her mind as Jetue's fingers found her entrance.&nbsp; Her knees went weak, and she instinctively reached for his shoulders to steady herself.&nbsp; She was wetter than even she thought - a realization that flushed her cheeks an even deeper shade of pink - and his fingers found their way easily enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue smiled and said in a low, breathy voice, "That's it. Just let yourself go." He began to work harder, pumping in and out of her, as his other hand went to stimulate the area right above her wetness and tried to search out her delicate numb which he knew often held the key to orgasm. He found it and teased it, attempting to make her cum by roughly pumping in and out of her while his other hand gently played with her clitoris. He didn't intend to penetrate her, at least not yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:35:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya began to clutch his shoulders harder, slightly digging in her nails.<br><br>"Jetue..." She hadn't meant to say his first name, especially in that needy, wanting tone.&nbsp; If she thought about it later, she might be further embarrassed by her breach of protocol, but as it was, she was barely thinking anything intelligible at the moment.&nbsp; She just wanted him to keep going.<br><br>Her body communicated what she couldn't voice herself.&nbsp; Her slick passage clung tighter to his invading fingers, and she moaned wantonly, urging him on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue obliged her unspoken request, her moans, her tightening passage. He began to thrust in and out of her faster, adding an extra finger for girth, then another just for good measure all the time speeding up. His mouth returned to her neck, resuming its attentions there, and he began to rock back and forth with his hands just to give each thrust a bit more force. And to make it seem more like he was fucking her, even if it was only with his fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 02:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya <em>had</em> been wanting this, even if she wouldn't want to admit it to herself later.<br><br>The extra fingers, stretching her in unexpected and almost unbearable ways, were enough to drive her over the edge.&nbsp; She came with a gasp and a shudder, her pussy walls clamping down tightly against his penetrating fingers, a gush of feminine fluids coating them.<br><br>She clung weakly to his shoulders for support, overwhelmed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 17:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue let her cling, loving the look of her flushed and overwhelmed face. He shifted back so he was sitting next to her, rather than over her, and brought his arm around her, using the other to stroke her head gently. "Are you warm now, Miss Fallon?" He asked in a kind voice as if he had just brought her a blanket. All the same, he kept her pressed against him, nude under the blanket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:55:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya took a few deep breaths to calm herself before responding. "Yes, Mistah Faban, I would think that I am."<br><br>She grinned and ran a hand down his arm, tugging at his sleeve playfully. "Though, it seems ya got the advantage over me, sir."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 21:17:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue grinned back at her and let her tug at his sleeve, "And how," He queried, "do you intend to correct that disadvantage? Unless you wish me to give back what I've taken, which I don't think would solve the problem." He held up his hand, coated somewhat with her juices, while reaching off to the side for a handkerchief. He took it and began to clean his hand, before offering it to her. "Or is it merely you'd like another go, this time with better preparation?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 21:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got no intentions at all, sir, though it do seem t' me that we ain't in the same state o' undress, an' I agree that puttin' back on wot I done took off won't 'elp much." She idly followed his hand with her eyes.<br><br>"Better preparation, eh?" Enya quirked a brow inquisitively. "Seems t' me, Mistah Faban, that you've already given the matter some thought, even t' pose such a question as that. I'd be curious, then, t' 'ear wot you've thought up." She smirked, pushing a few stray strands of auburn hair from her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 23:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That would seem to imply that you want to see me naked, Miss Fallon. Quite a shocking sentiment, though if you truly wish I am sure I could be convinced to let you strip me down." He chuckled when she talked about him already having an idea and smirked, "I had given it some small thought. But I think that will come with time, starting, perhaps, when you have to dress next." After all, her clothes were old and unwashed. "But at the first, I think we've solved the problem of there being only one bed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 01:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya stroked her chin for dramatic effect, the playful smirk still on her face, as she considered Jetue's words. All traces of her earlier awkwardness or shyness were gone, for now, and in their place was a sense of flirty confidence. "I think tha's exactly wot I'd like, Mistah Faban." She ran her hand up and down his arm now. "Wot could I do t' ya t' oblige me, hm?"<br><br>"There is that, yes." She chuckled in response to the bed comment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 07:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue smiled as she rubbed his arm, "Well, now, what have I invited into my house, I wonder?" He was obviously teasing rather than seriously objecting. "Perhaps reciprocation in a similar manner to what I have just done to you will convince me to shed my garments, my lady. Or, if you prefer, we could abscond to my bed later tonight and you may see me fully there." He used his other hand to reach across and fondle her breasts, figuring it a similar gesture to her stroking his arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 17:19:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya giggled, seeming to take no offense at the joking remark. "Wot indeed, Mistah Faban?" She returned the jest with one of her own. "You're a cruel man, sir, makin' a poor girl choose between them two options. Torturous decision, that."<br><br>All the same, she grinned and leaned in closer for a kiss. It was less skillfully initiated than Jetue's, but not without desire fueling it. Enya knew that should she take the option of waiting, she might back out and lose her nerve. Surely there'd be consequences enough for all of this - embarrassment and a conscience plagued with regret or guilt prime among them - but she <em>had</em> consented to this. No use backing out now, and she <em>was</em> curious...<br><br>So, Enya kissed him and let her body lead her movements, her hand moving from his arm to trail down his chest towards his groin, her fingers toying with a few buttons along the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 19:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I never said it would be easy. Indeed, I thought it would be best to make it quite hard for you." He let slip a bit of innuendo. He kissed her in return, Jetue continued to kiss her as her hand wandered further south, waiting for her to do whatever it was she intended. He was curious to see what she chose, she didn't seem overly experienced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 21:45:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A flush brightened Enya's cheeks at the innuendo and at the embarrassing thought that she had no idea what she was doing; this was unexplored territory for her in more ways than one.<br><br>All the same, she persisted; it would only be more embarrassing to back out now. Her hand continued its questing, her heart beating a little nervously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 22:40:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue smiled at her blush, but was getting slightly annoyed. She didn't seem to know what she was doing, and she seemed reluctant to actually begin. This was what annoyed him about inexperienced women and virgins. Still, he could have her trained and ready by the end of nine months. His let her hand explore for a bit more, making allowances for inexperience, but looked at her and said, "Would you like me to teach you how to pleasure men? Generally, from here on out?" No reason to dance around the issue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, now <em>that</em> was awkward, Enya thought. Best to just acknowledge her inexperience and have done with it. <br><br>So, she lowered her gaze and stammered out a response. "Y-yes, sir."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:48:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue paused for a moment, "Tell me, Miss Fallon, are you a virgin? Have you ever seen a man's tool?" He wanted to know just how inexperienced she was. Pushing her out of her comfort zone helped as well, but regardless he was thinking up all sorts of things he could do to her. She had just given him a blank check to do as he wished, something he could hold over her for the rest of the time. Suddenly his plans for her outfits became more revealing...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 03:42:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya swallowed at the question. She knew her inexperience had been obvious - how could it not have been? - but, regardless, it shamed her to have to face it so directly.<br><br>"I am, Mistah Faban, so I...." She hesitated, seeming unsure how to continue. "So I never seen a man, as such, no." She finished lamely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:04:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue nodded. That explained a lot, he had heard foreigners obsessed about women's chastity and virginity. Of course, his own culture didn't consider it unimportant either but sexual ignorance like Enya was showing was considered an oddity. "I see..." He paused for a moment himself. "Do me a favor, stand over there by the fire a moment, would you?" He gestured over to the fire, asking her to exit from under the blanket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya couldn't help but wonder two things: the first of these was what the gentleman who'd so kindly taken her in could possibly be thinking of her now that she'd bared herself before him in such a wanton display and revealed her own ignorance and inexperience sexually - all in the span of an hour; the second of these things was a simpler quandary. What purpose could Jetue have in asking her to stand before the fire?<br><br>Curious as to her benefactor's motives, Enya did as she was bid and crept out from under the blanket, making her way to stand in front of the fireplace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:17:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue watched her move, enjoying her as she went, then set to work slipping off his own clothes quietly. He opened the blanket and came out after her, as she looked towards the fire, then put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to the left slightly. There was a mirror there were she could see herself. He came up to her side, putting his hand over her bare hip. "Lesson one, the male and female form. Though there's a good deal of variation, the basics of the anatomy don't change too much." He waited until he thought she had looked enough. "What do you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:36:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya covered a grin with her hand, Jetue's informative, matter-of-fact tone striking her as oddly humorous at that moment.&nbsp; Her mirth diminished when she surveyed her own form in the mirror; she'd never been too fond of her own shape, always critical, and didn't much care for seeing herself like this.<br><br>It embarrassed her to do it, but she forced herself to look at Jetue, and she played at studying him with a critical, appraising eye (though of course she had nothing to compare him to) to hide her awkwardness at the whole affair.&nbsp; She wasn't completely ignorant, of course, so she knew what she was going to see, but seeing a nude man first hand was still a bit shocking.<br><br>"Ya look a fine sort t' me, Mistah Faban," she managed to say, hoping that answer would suffice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you. Now, lesson two." Jetue was actually a bit annoyed, not quite with her since she couldn't help it, but he certainly would have preferred to not go through all of this. "I am sure you are familiar with yourself, as you've been living in your own body your whole life. Similarly, I'm sure you've seen men's chests, arms, legs, faces, and so on. However, men hide their phalli the same way women hide their breasts or vaginas." He was again speaking in a matter of fact tone, "So." He turned her to face him and gently pushed her down to her knees, facing him, "A closer view of a dick. Be gentle with it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:46:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya rapidly jumped to defend what sexual knowledge she did have, not wanting him to think she was completely daft. "Now, Mistah Faban, I'm knowin' <em>that</em>, but there's a difference between knowin' a thing an' 'avin' done it, an' I...."<br><br>She cut her protest off abruptly, realizing that it really mattered little. She thought about voicing another complaint when she was guided to her knees but kept quiet, instead focusing on the penis before her.<br><br>Enya bit her lower lip in contemplation and slowly reached out a hand to grasp his shaft.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:57:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue simply rolled his eyes at her comments an waited for her to go down. She grasped his manhood, still limp for the moment, and said, "Note the smell in particular, which many women find arousing, and the feel. The tip and the area around the tip are among the most sensitive. Lesson three, there are two primary ways a woman pleasures a man, the first is with her hands and the second is with her mouth. In the former case she pumps up and down the shaft, often bringing some kind of lubrication though some women have soft enough hands that is unnecessary, with one hand, while the other gently fondles the balls. With the mouth, the woman licks and sucks before moving her head up and down the shaft. In either case, there are much more advanced techniques but those are the basics." He instructed her. He was flaccid when she grasped it, and flaccid as he spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya felt pricks of resentment at Jetue's instructions.&nbsp; He was lecturing her as if she were a child! He clearly hadn't been listening when she'd told him - clear as day too, she thought - that she knew <em>of</em> these things (these particulars, at least. She was willing to admit there were more exotic practices she probably knew nothing about) but that she just hadn't <em>done</em> them.<br><br>As she listened to him, she felt the urge to be less cooperative, just to spite him for lecturing her. Granted, there were some details she hadn't known until he'd said them, but she didn't feel like forgiving him.<br><br>When he'd paused, she looked up at him and spoke in a voice that sounded a little cattier than she had intended. "An' which o' them two is wot you're askin' me t' do then, Mistah Faban?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue was equally annoyed, so&nbsp; her tone just made him a bit further. "Neither, both require experience, and skill." He stated plainly. Those were things she had just admitted to not having. "If you are eager to please, I can give you something to practice with. But inexperience can be quite... painful." That was true enough. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:21:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmph."&nbsp; Enya felt a flash of stubbornness and took back her hand, crossing her arms under her breasts. She didn't move to stand - she wasn't feeling <em>that</em> rebellious yet - though she was beginning to question what the point of all this was in the first place.&nbsp; Why position her on her knees like this - not the most flattering of postures, she thought - when he didn't even want her?<br><br>Anger started to mix with the resentment burning under her skin. "Wot, then, <em>do</em> ya want me for?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:24:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want you for you." He had fundamentally misunderstood the question. "Now then, please get onto your back." There was a carpet underneath her, the soft sort that would not chafe if moved upon. "I promise it will be more romantic from this point on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue's reply took her by surprise. She'd expected, wanted something more literal, concrete, and he delivered an abstraction.&nbsp; It was...touching, she supposed, though it did put her off her guard.<br><br>Romantic, he said?&nbsp; Enya's spiteful, angry side urged her to tell him what he could do with his romance, storm off, and have done with it, though she knew that was an impractical response at the very least.&nbsp; Still, his words had softened her mood, so she followed his request and lay down.&nbsp; Her tossed her hair above her head so that she wasn't lying on it, and the locks made an unintentional auburn fan around her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:31:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue smiled, then descended after her. "The next lesson," He said in a more lusty tone, "Requires some student participation." He began to kiss her again, his tongue invading her mouth, as one hand went down to her pussy and began to play with the lips and slowly explore inside, making sure it was wet enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:38:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya giggled at the thought of "student participation; something in the way Jetue had said it struck her as very naughty indeed, and the idea secretly delighted her.<br><br>She instinctively opened her mouth and legs to him, and though her arousal had mostly faded, the feel of his hand on her lips began to make her pussy wet once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved over her, legs on each side continuing to kiss her. He pulled away for a moment, "This will hurt, but it only hurts once." He kissed her again and then in one smooth motion pushed into her. He pushed as far as he could go, feeling her hymen shatter, and then waited, slowly pulling out. "Are you good?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Afterward, Enya would blame the alcoholic Fire for her slow reactions, though in truth it was her own inexperience that led to her shock and surprise when Jetue entered.&nbsp; She'd given him permission, asked for it, nearly begged for it, more or less, and still, she somehow felt violated, like he'd betrayed her.<br><br>She closed her eyes tight and grimaced at the pain; she'd felt far, far worse hurts, but this one was...disarming.&nbsp; She waited a moment, exhaled, and then opened her eyes again, nodding to Jetue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 03:49:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue didn't notice anything wrong, and began to pump in and out of her, starting slow and trying to be as gentle as possible. His hands held her hips, guiding her and making sure she didn't do anything wrong, while leaving her free to writhe as she wished to. He slowly sped up, going faster and faster but waiting for her own cues. He wanted to make this something she would want to do again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 04:03:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya felt the sensation of Jetue pumping in and out of her was too strange to even contemplate; it was too novel, so she concentrated on the feeling of his fingers on her hips.&nbsp; She was naturally very tight and warm around him, but, slowly, it started to feel more pleasant, even pleasurable, and her body reacted of its own accord, her pussy clenching around his shaft.&nbsp; She gasped, partly in surprise at the sensation, and reached her arms around his shoulders, feeling the need to be closer to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 20:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue smiled as she began to respond and sped up. One of his hands left his thigh to pleasure her further, playing with the part of her pussy above where he thrust and trying to stimulate her clitoris. His other hand, however, remained there to steady her as he focused more and more on pumping in and out and began to feel a pressure building up inside him which would end with predictable results, he knew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 20:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya had brought herself to orgasm in the past with her own fingers - and Jetue's, minutes earlier - but she'd never been penetrated like this.&nbsp; The feel of his cock thrusting inside her was maddening, and when he started to caress her clit it was almost more than she could stand.&nbsp; She felt like such a whore, moaning like this, but she couldn't help herself and started to move back against him, though it took her a bit to catch on to his rhythm and match it with her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 20:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue smiled as she moaned. She was beginning to like it, which was good, both for her pleasure and the prospect of this becoming a more regular entertainment. As she caught his rhythm he sped up, going faster and faster, so as to try and bring her to orgasm. As to himself, he felt a familiar pressure welling up in his cock, waiting to burst forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 20:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He certainly seemed to know what he was doing, Enya thought dimly in a distant part of her mind.&nbsp; At least she assumed he did; what he was doing felt undeniably <em>good</em>, and she heard herself voice a high-pitched, distinctly feminine cry of pleasure.&nbsp; A few moments more, and her pussy squeezed tighter than before as she came, the muscles of her stomach and thighs spas ing as she clung to Jetue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 23:08:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue clung to her as she clung to him, her spasms driving him over the edge to come as he thrust deep inside of her and waited to fully discharge. For him, it was more of a gasp and a low moan than a cry of pleasure, but still, he ended up on top of her, holding her tightly. "So, what do you think?" He wasn't so concerned with what she thought of his performance, but with her take on sex in general. She had, after all, been a virgin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 23:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya squirmed a little when she felt his seed fill her tight sheathe.&nbsp; Something about it was so....stimulating, fulfilling.<br><br>She looked up at Jetue with a half-smile, panting for breath, her cheeks flushed pink.&nbsp; She giggled. "Not wot I expected, Mistah Faban, but...I'm not complainin'."<br><br>She hadn't anticipated him asking her such a question, and, truth be told, she was unsure how she felt or what she thought, so it was the best answer she could give.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue exhaled, he stood up and reached into his back pocket to produce a handkerchief. He used it to clean himself and was about to do the same to her, when he decided the feeling of her own juices dripping down her leg was something he ought not deprive her of. So he offered her a hand to help her up, and waited to see how she would react to this whole situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:46:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya felt a pang of anxiety at Jetue's sigh and started to question herself, self-doubt welling up from a hidden source.&nbsp; Had she done something wrong? Was she misguided to let him touch her?&nbsp; The emotion quickly changed, the resentment from minutes before returning.&nbsp; <em>He</em> was the one who started this; if he was dissatisfied with her, she could hardly be to blame.<br><br>She let him help her up, keeping her expression neutral.&nbsp; Her thighs and sex did feel messy, but she didn't linger on it.<br><br>"So, wot now, Mistah Faban?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Normally you take a shower or a bath or otherwise clean yourself. Otherwise we might go to sleep, or just..." He shrugged, "The truth is this time is always a bit awkward." That was true enough, it felt like they had just ended something... yet they were still there. "What would you like to do?" He returned, posing the question to her instead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:56:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya'd meant her question more abstractly, but Jetue's mention of a bath sounded like a wonderful suggestion.<br><br>"Awkward, yes." She chuckled; she certainly couldn't disagree with that assessment of the situation.&nbsp; Feeling suddenly self-conscious, she wanted to hide herself from his gaze.&nbsp; She held one elbow with the opposite hand, hugging herself.<br><br>"Bathin' sounds nice." She wanted to wash this awkward, uncomfortable feeling away.&nbsp; "An' I'll be needin' t' wash me dress, unless you've got somethin' fer me t' wear." This last comment she added with a small smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:00:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As a matter of fact, I do. Whether you'll want to be wearing it is a different matter." He had various fetish outfits he kept for women to 'dress up' when they came. Of course, some brought their own, but others refused to risk going out in public with them, which necessitated him keeping them in his home. "Best baths are in the basement, second best are in my bedroom, most people bathe just by heating up some water next to the fire. You're welcome to any of them, but if you go in my room I'll be there as well." He didn't specify if he meant to in the bath, or the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:07:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya laughed in surprise. "Whether you'll want to be wearing it": she had absolutely no idea what he was implying, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the shock of such a comment.<br><br>She moved to collect her dress, bundling it up and holding it to her chest. "Those communal baths fer the tenants in the basement?" Enya didn't particularly feel like bathing with anyone else around; she wanted to be alone, to process what had just happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They are." He replied. He was beginning to get dressed again, finally getting fully dressed. He began to go through his pockets to find his keys. When he took them out and went to unlock the door, he said, "I would recommend using my bath. It's premade and relatively private. I would see you... but I already see you now." He looked her over again and smiled before going into the hall and unlocking the door on the other side, opening it so she could move with minimal exposure but waiting outside to close them again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya paused, considering her options with pursed lips.&nbsp; She didn't want to admit it, but Jetue had persuaded her.<br><br>"Your bath it is, then." She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her nude form, unwilling to head into the hallway unclothed.&nbsp; She took her dress and panties in hand again and followed him from the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 04:51:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue closed and locked both doors, as per normal, and lead her into his room. She was quickly shuffled behind a small partition, meant more to keep water from spilling into the rest of the room than provide any sense of privacy. Indeed, her head and possibly her breasts would be visible even at a normal soaking level in the tub. There were two spigots, one was black and had the word 'hot' on it, the other white and had the world 'cold'. Jetue presumed how to use them was self evident and left her there, taking her dress and panties and throwing them into a laundry bin.<br><br>In the mean time, he fetched some rather silky underthings and a sheer nightgown. He figured they were fairly decent. He had brought out several sizes so that she could choose the best fitting, and he would note what her dimensions were.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:08:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya promptly set to filling the tub, very glad that she didn't have to go to the trouble of heating the water herself.&nbsp; She was determined to enjoy herself and to not let Jetue's presence bother her, so she simply paid him no mind.&nbsp; She suddenly realized that she looked a complete mess and sank into the hot water with a sigh of pleasure, eager to rinse away her awkwardness with the grim.<br><br>She scrubbed her body and her hair and leaned back, propping her head on the back of the tub and growing quite relaxed in the hot water.&nbsp; She'd only meant to close her eyes for a moment, but soon enough she was drowsy, half-dozing in the tub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:13:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue looked up at the clock. Resources, including coal and the like to heat things, were limited, so as she began to doze he looked over. Seeing that she was dozing, he quietly came over and playfully dunked her head under water, just pushing it down and letting her come back up the moment she pushed back. "Sorry, Miss Fallon. There's a limited amount of heat for the winter. Fuel supplies and all that. Can't let you just soak in it." He moved to the other side and turned the spigots off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:29:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya was startled out of her doze and came out of the water with a comical sputter.&nbsp; She pushed wet hair from her face and eyes and glared at Jetue. "Mistah Faban!" <br><br>Her ire turned to amusement, and she laughed. "O' course. Sorry 'bout that."&nbsp; She wrung out her hair one final time and stood, glancing about for the nearest towel.&nbsp; Wet, her auburn hair clung to her back, reaching almost to the cleft of her buttocks, and water droplets beaded on her skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue chuckled slightly at the comical display. "Good. Next time I'll string you up by your toes and throw warm water at you." He said in a jesting tone. The punishment was a joke, an ironic echo of the very real, but no longer practiced, punishment of throwing someone out the snow and dousing them with icewater. Of course, no one was strung up by their toes and warm water was more of a pleasant sensation. He picked up a towel and came over, bending down and rapping it around her, linger slightly around her ass and coming up to lick her lips before kissing them. "You taste good. A pity you have to wear clothes." He looked at her hair. He would have to do something with that. He was sure he could come up with something creative for it if he just thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled and let him towel her dry, seeming not to mind where his hands lingered.&nbsp; She returned his kiss and grinned. "I suppose I don't 'ave t' wear them <em>all</em> the time. An' much could be said the same o' you."<br><br>Enya glanced down at her mostly nude form, partially covered by the towel. "Speaking of, 'ave ya got somethin' I can wear till I can wash my own dress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope to always be dressed. Sometimes I may not where clothes, but I fully expect you'll be draping yourself on me when I'm not." He gestured over where he had put the clothes. "I'm afraid it's not much, but most of the women's clothing I have is made with the purpose of... liaisons, in mind. Silky and lacy panties, matching tops, corsets, and a few sheer night gowns, all in varying sizes, were what was laid out. He had other outfits, too, but none of them were quite sleep wear. All of the underwear was tight and easily removable, the nightgowns near clear or fully clear, often times coming daringly close with plunging necklines or ways to access her front or rear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled, amused that he continued the innuendo with no apparent shame and secretly a little shocked at the ease with which he spoke of his...liaisons.&nbsp; She peered over his shoulder to the selection of clothes, blushing at the sight of such a collection of scanty garments, the likes of which <em>she</em> had certainly never seen before.<br><br>Enya gently freed herself from Jetue's grasp and stepped from the tub, drying her feet with the towel before viewing the underthings more closely.&nbsp; She chastises herself for blushing so; minutes ago, she'd been spreading her legs for him like a wanton whore, so she certainly shouldn't be embarrassed to put on lingerie before him.<br><br>All the same, she chose what she felt was the most covering: a white, lacy camisole and panty set and a translucent robe to where over it all. Granted, this ensemble didn't cover much and left practically nothing to the imagination, but she decided it was better than going nude, if only <em>just</em>, and Jetue had picked them for her, so she could hardly refuse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:19:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue didn't feel the need to be ashamed at his liaisons. The fact he had had past partners, he thought, shouldn't disturbed someone who he wasn't even in a committed relationship with, at least not yet. Or at least, he didn't consider their relationship to be committed yet. He watched her dress, wondering why she hesitated before realizing she must be embarrassed, so he put on a wide smile when she turned around. Nothing helped like making a woman feel attractive, in his experience. He walked up to her and put his hands on her hips, through the translucent material, "Well, you look rather radiant, but I think I'll keep this particular side of you for myself." He ran one hand up her side for a slight fondle before turning to retrace his steps.<br><br>"I will be going to sleep in two hours. The blankets seal up, basically, so I think you'll want to be there with me. In the mean time I have a truly mediocre novel to finish, unless you have something you'd prefer to do?" He asked as he picked up the book and thumbed through it to find his page, before marking the page and closing it, his eyes returning to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 17:27:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya smiled, pleased with the attention.&nbsp; Jetue's reaction did quite a lot to soothe her nerves and boost her confidence.&nbsp; If he was happy with her wearing these things, then...she couldn't look <em>that</em> bad.<br><br>"Wouldn't want to be left out o' the covers, no." She tilted her head in thought, considering what, exactly, she was going to do with herself. "Don't suppose ya got any clothes needin' mendin'? I can sew, an' I'd like t' feel o' some practical use." She chuckled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 05:08:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue chuckled, "Well, it would certainly leave those lovelies standing erect." He was referring to her nipples, of course. He chuckled again at her offer to mend clothes, and the way it was incongruous with her outfit. He said, "They are stored away, you can start in on them tomorrow. Relax for today. Do something you want to. I'll even read to you, if that's your wish." That was offered only half seriously, he hadn't ever read to anyone who was literate. It was popular in some countries, but not here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 06:22:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya quirked a brow. "Read t' me, hm?" It was a pastime she'd engaged in on occasion.&nbsp; Her father in particular was fond of reading the latest installments of various stories printed in the papers out loud to the family.<br><br>"Wot's this 'mediocre' novel o' yours about, then? An' why're you finishin' it, if it's so terrible as all that?" She smirked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 21:20:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue was a bit surprised she had accepted the offer. "Because I like to finish what I start." He replied simply as to why he was finishing the book. "The book is an account of Hiber from an explorer who came here a while back. It's quite mediocre, but hilarious to see everything he gets wrong."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 22:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see." Enya brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a playful smirk.&nbsp; "If it's so hilarious then, I want t' hear it. Maybe you could vent yer complaints about wot he gets wrong t' me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 23:18:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well, but on one condition. Since you want me to read to you, you'll have to sit on my lap." The idea of her sitting on his lap in that outfit was certainly appealing, but that was also how one standardly read to children. The idea was they could follow along with the words in the book. "And I'll be certain to tell you what he gets wrong."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 23:27:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya giggled at the idea of sitting in Jetue's lap while he read to her, but it would at least be a novel experience.&nbsp; At home, it wasn't abnormal for her father to read to the entire family of an evening while they did other chores.&nbsp; It was an economical and social approach.&nbsp; They couldn't afford to have that many books and had too much to do besides to spare the time reading, but one person reading aloud was entertainment for all.<br><br>"If ya like, sir."&nbsp; This would certainly prove interesting, she thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 23:39:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue sought out his chair and then patted his lap for her to come and sit on it. When she had, she was significantly bigger than what he was used to, he had to shift her to the side so he could look straight ahead at the book. He opened it and fanned through it. First he found a chapter, 'Hiberian Domestic Life' then went forward to 'Sexual Practices and Reproduction'.<br><br>Jetue's voice was scholarly and certain, giving off an aura of knowledge, "Though I must apologize for the vulgarity of this next chapter, and recommend that women, children, and men prone to weak constitutions read no further, I have told you I will tell all. The first thing one must understand is Hiberians do not understand sex is related to reproduction. They believe that babies are delivered to women in the night by a creature which translates as the Great Sea Cucumber which visits women and through special contact causes her to spontaneously become pregnant."<br><br>Jetue paused here, letting that sink in, "And that is what happens when you show up in Hiber and ask the first person on the street, 'Excuse me, where do babies come from?'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 23:52:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya followed dutifully and sat in Jetue's lap, trying to adjust her weight so that it wasn't uncomfortable for him (and so that she wasn't uncomfortably perched on a knee).&nbsp; A small smile came to her lips as he read, his officious, scholarly tone seeming strangely adorable to her, and she did her best not to giggle.&nbsp; It proved impossible, however, when he mentioned the Great Sea Cucumber.&nbsp; Enya wasn't really sure what a sea cucumber <em>was</em>, but the idea was so ridiculous she had to laugh out loud.<br><br>Of course, she'd heard similar tales herself in Birne.&nbsp; Baby-bringing birds or fairies were one thing, but an underwater vegetable that summoned children was quite another.<br><br>"Great Sea Cucumber? There can't be any such thing!" She craned her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the author's name.&nbsp; "Who's this man fool enough to believe <em>that</em>?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 00:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue turned the book slightly. The title was 'An Account of Hiber: That Mysterious Nation of Snow'. The author was one 'Ludjow van Buren'. On the picture was a painting of a rather officious looking man boldly stepping down off of a boat with a crowd of stunned looking natives stared. The natives, it might be observed, were darker skinned than Hiberians and were all black haired, and brown eyed, as well as having the men wear something suspiciously like a parka and the women conspicuously were missing their shirts.<br><br>"Come now, imagine I were to go to Birne and start asking people I met on the street questions like, "Where do babies come from?" or "And how do you usually court a female?" What kind of answers do you think I would get?" He didn't think that sarcasm, or just screwing with people, was a national trait so much as a Human one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 00:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya chuckled. "Interestin' drawin'.&nbsp; Who'd honestly think women walk about in the cold 'alf-naked?" She didn't seem to apply the assessment to her current state of undress, though, admittedly, she was indoors and not walking about in the snow. "An' besides, them people don't look nothin' like most in Hiber."<br><br>She studied his profile while he spoke and was distracted by the urge to kiss his cheek.&nbsp; And so, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before further responding. "Well, Mistah Faban, I would first say that <em>you</em> would do no such thing, 'cos you seem very sensible, but if ya did go 'round Birne askin' such things, I s'pose you'd most likely get no answer at all an' a round o' strange looks.&nbsp; Bit rude t' ask such things o' folk, don'tcha think?&nbsp; Uppity fellow, this Ludjow van Buren."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 01:07:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you see, I rather suspect that a culture that asks women to cover their breasts would find the prospect of any culture that didn't utterly fascinating." Hiberians didn't ask anyone to cover anything: the cold demanded everyone cover everything. Indoors was another matter, of course, but even then, most people didn't get beyond the threshold and immediately start stripping down as much as possible.<br><br>Jetue chuckled obligingly when she gave him a peck on the cheek. "A historian once said the meeting was between a race that, through its geographical isolation, had come to think itself superior to all other races, and a man that, through his delusions of grandeur, had come to think himself superior to all other men. It's now widely known that he simultaneously believed everyone in Hiber was incapable of telling him anything but the absolute and objective truth, except when he thought he knew better than they did on the subject."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 02:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Grates on the nerves, don't it? Arrogant people like that."&nbsp; Enya secretly reflected back to earlier in the evening, when she'd thought similar things about Jetue himself, but she certainly wasn't going to voice them.&nbsp; Things were...much more pleasant now.&nbsp; So, instead, she rested her head on his shoulder.<br><br>"I can see why you're callin' it 'mediocre.' But I'm interruptin', aren't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 03:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed. Everyone has faults, but letting them consume you makes you distinctly unpleasant." He shifted the book to one hand and shifted the now free hand to her head, stroking her hair gently and lovingly. "You are, but I certainly don't mind. In fact, you might just be the best interruption I'll have all winter." He chuckled.<br><br>He resumed the tone before, scholarly and authoritative, "Because of this particular belief, they eschew the reproductive function of sex in favor of the most lurid deeds imaginable. Women are known to train their hands, mouths, bums, and even have special methods of the cunt which are unknown and shameful to all other women. Men, in turn, are expected to be experienced beyond what is the norm, and similarly know how to use their hands and mouths to pleasure a woman. It appears that in a frigid world, warm beds are most valuable. Indeed, both men and women are known to be so lascivious they do not even understand the concept of prostitution, as sex is so readily available."<br><br>His tone returned to normal, "Not quite as negative, but still not true. We may have a wide... variety here, but it is not as if we throw ourselves at each other. Many a timid boy has been turned down by a girl asking them out to dinner, I promise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 05:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya smiled at his hand on her hair, at the affectionate gesture, and when she spoke, her tone was teasing, playful.&nbsp; "Good, then I won't be concerned with interruptin' ya further, Mistah Faban.&nbsp; In fact, I'll assume you'll welcome it from now on."<br><br>She promptly grew silent once he continued reading, like any studious pupil, until, at least, he'd resumed his normal speaking voice.&nbsp; "Warm beds <em>are</em> valuable 'ere, that I'll agree with, but seems t' me this fellow just a bit jealous, criticizin' wot 'e 'imself ain't got."<br><br>She paused a moment in thought, as if considering her proposition, and then nodded, apparently having decided that her assessment was indeed correct.&nbsp; "Bet 'is wife was a frigid prude."&nbsp; Enya did not spare any thoughts on the fact that she wasn't exactly an experienced seductress herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 05:49:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue simply smiled, "I can see you are getting more and more experienced with understanding how this works." He continued to play with her hair. "Yes, luckily I don't have that problem. His hand ran down to give her a fondle before moving up to caress&nbsp; her face and then return to her hair. "As good a reason as any. Luckily I've found a woman who likes my warmth." He complimented her again.<br><br>He continued along in his tone, "Although the women are most lewd and lustful, beyond anything I have ever encountered, the men are yet worse. The cisterns of their lust are so deep as to be unquenchable, and it is not at all unusual that they should take as many as ten lovers in addition to their wives, for they practice polygamy. Further, among them it is not unusual that the man should please as many as five women a day, occasionally at once. The trouble in this system, however, is that many men are left without women due to the number of lovers and wives among the most capable. Thus, there is a great dearth of women which drives the men to even greater feats in the sexual arts."<br><br>His tone returned, "We don't practice polygamy, and... well, let us just say foreign women will sometimes come here and end up rather disappointed. The Bureau of Tourism loves it, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 21:58:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Making a face, Enya seemed a bit put off by the author's wording.&nbsp; "'Cisterns o' their lust?' Certainly got a way wif words, don't 'e?" She scoffed, secretly enjoying this game of mentor and pupil, of voicing her sentiments like a prized student reciting for her teacher.<br><br>Enya laughed. "I assure ya, Mistah Faban, though a foreign woman I may be, <em>that</em> wasn't me reason fer comin' t' Hiber."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 22:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He seems to fancy himself a poet. It would be funny if he wasn't trying so hard." He replied. When she laughed he chuckled again and said, "And yet you've found it." He shifted so she fell a bit deeper into his lap. "Funny how things work out, isn't it?"<br><br>He continued along, "In short, it is advisable that such men never be let near women of any character to avoid the inevitable corruption of their sexual influences on their minds which are so prone to feminine flights of lust. For they will spare no effort in attempting to attract and conquer as many women as possible, living with them in the depths of depravity." That was the end of that section, the next being titled, 'The Hiberian Family Structure'. "It appears you have fell to my corruption and sexual influences." He remarked dryly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 23:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She fell deeper into his lap with a playful wiggle of her hips.&nbsp; "Mhm. It is a funny thing 'ow plans don't seem t' go the way we want, though," she offered him a sweet smile, wanting to return his compliments, "it ain't all bad sometimes."<br><br>Enya listened to Jetue reading, then responded in turn, offering her own thoughts once more with a mock pout.&nbsp; "I 'ave! You've gone an' corrupted me, Mistah Faban! Shame on you."&nbsp; A twinge from her conscience reminded her that, on some level, that might be true.&nbsp; She had no desire to spoil the fun, though, so she quickly pushed the worm of a thought away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 00:35:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not bad at all." He smiled at her in turn as she wiggled further into his lap. He chuckled at her pout and shaming, "Well, since I am apparently so irresistible I think things will go better for you if you just give in now and resign yourself to a life of lust." He teased again. His hand which had been stroking her hair encircled her waist to hold her closer to him. "Come now, I'll have to show you some time that my silver tongue is better for more than just words." He baited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 00:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya grinned broadly, enjoying their flirtatious banter.&nbsp; "You sound mighty sure o' yerself an' yer abilities, Mistah Faban.&nbsp; An' it does sound t' me that you're also tryin' t' provoke me.&nbsp; Not very gentlemanly of you."<br><br>She paused a moment for effect and baited him in turn. "All the same...I think ya won me over. I got t' see fer meself if you're more than just talk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 01:04:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"On the contrary, your smile tells me all I need to know. After all, a gentleman always gives a lady what she wants. He put down his book and used the now free hand to caress up and down her arm, kissing gently. "Very well, but first I think you'll have to do a little something for me. You see, I have an awfully hard time getting my enthusiasm up sometimes. I find it oh so very helpful when the woman seems oh so eager. So please go and moan and groan and end up with your legs spread and your panties off."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 01:32:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now, that sounds pretty demandin' o' you, Mistah Faban." Enya giggled. "I think it'd take all the fun out o' it if I just stripped down and moaned on command, eh? A lady 'as t' warm up t' it."&nbsp; She stood long enough to adjust her position, moving to straddle him in the chair and giving him a hungry, wanting kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 18:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You mean you aren't aroused at the very thought of me?" He was not being wholly serious in his offense. "Very well." He replied to her request to warm up, returning her kiss. His hand traveled down and under her sheer gown and up to cup her bum. His other hand went up to her hair, taking hold and pushing her deeper into him as his tongue invaded her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 21:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She eagerly reciprocated the kiss, pressing her scantily-covered breasts into his chest and playfully wiggling her rear against his hand.&nbsp; Enya moaned softly into the kiss despite herself when Jetue wove his hand into her hair and pushed her closer to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 22:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue began to grab her ass, his fingers digging deep into the flesh, going under her underwear. It began to push down as it was too tight to leave room for his hand. As he continued to kiss her deeply, he pulled her hair away for a moment, "Would you like to try your mouth, before I try mine?" He asked, before going back into the kiss. A moment later though, he pulled her hair away and up, exposing her neck which he then went to kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 04:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya sighed softly with pleasure as Jetue kissed the sensitive skin of her neck. Distracted by the attention, it took her a moment to register the question and respond to it.<br><br>Her cheeks flushed at his suggestion, despite what they'd already been doing, but the idea did intrigue her, and she would like to please him...<br><br>"Y-yes, if...ya would instruct me."&nbsp; She fully realized she was clueless as what to do and wanted his guidance before acting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 04:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought you didn't like that." He smirked, feeling ever so slightly vindicated but giving her a small bite on her neck to distract her from anything else she might feel at the comment. "Well, first you start by kissing me, then going lower, and lower, and lower, until you get to my crotch. Then take out my cock, remove my&nbsp; pants, and kiss the tip, lick the rod and the balls, until I seem fully stimulated. Then pull your cheeks in to form a sheath and move up and down, using your tongue to stimulate my cock until I come. Swallow what comes out, and that's that." He explained.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 15:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya crossed her arms in front of her chest and feigned a hurt pout at the comment, but then she couldn't help but giggle.<br><br>"I meant more of...directions as I go along, but you took the upfront approach.&nbsp; Very well then."&nbsp; The redhead began with another kiss to Jetue's lips, taking a detour to nip at his earlobe, her hands exploring down his chest, her fingers toying with and undoing a few of his shirt buttons.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 17:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you're doing it right, I shouldn't be able to speak by the end." He replied, smiling as she began to kiss and nip and her hands wandered lower, undoing a few of his shirt's buttons. His hands ran over her back as she went down, touching and feeling her as she went along. He began to kiss at where her neck met her chest as it was what he could reach based on their current positioning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 20:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling a bit nervous but eager to please, Enya continued her exploration downwards, slowly unbuttoning Jetue's shirt and running her hands down his chest until she reached his groin.&nbsp; Unfastening his trousers proved a little more bothersome than she had anticipated, but she got it soon enough and worked to tug his pants down, to get better access to his cock.&nbsp; "Come now, Mistah Faban, I can't do this all myself," she urged him to sit up a little so she could get the article of clothing off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 21:07:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue shifted his hips letting his pants and underwear slide off as she pulled down readily. Soon enough they were done and his dick was revealed. It was semi-erect merely by her semi-nude and very close presence, as well as with anticipation, but it was still closer to limp than erect. It was engorged though, and awaited her attentions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 21:52:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya sat back a moment, clearly thinking over how to best approach this new situation, before she leaned forward to give his manhood an affectionate kiss on the head that turned into a slow, cautious lick across his shaft.&nbsp; She continued on, giving his dick hesitant licks and kisses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 04:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue waited. His dick reacted to her affections, slowly getting harder, but Jetue only felt a dull sensation of pleasure. He didn't want to give her a false overestimation of her skills, such things could be fatal in a virgin who frankly didn't know much, so he waited until she had done something spectacular to give her vocal approval. But for the moment, his rising dick proved to her she was at least being somewhat successful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 20:13:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling slightly encouraged by Jetue's hardening cock, Enya decided she must be doing at least <em>something</em> right - already better than the total disaster she'd been anticipating.&nbsp; She led her warm, wet tongue down the underside of his shaft, and, remembering his instructions, she reached a hand up to gently cup his balls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue's cock twitched and began to grow harder faster, approaching an erection. Jetue just hoped that Enya knew how to recognize a full erection when she saw it. Well, he could always tell her he was ready, he supposed. He said, "Keep going." as a form of encouragement, not completely devoid of pleasure but not a pleasured outcry either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya decided to experiment, running her tongue around the head of Jetue's cock in a teasing circle, then down the shaft again to his balls, which she also lavished with her tongue.&nbsp; She looked up at him from her kneeling position and gave his dick a squeeze with her hand, her tongue still lapping at his balls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 20:38:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue's cock became fully erect at her attentions, sticking straight up, his hips moved ever so slightly because of the teasing. He wasn't moaning, not yet, but there was a look of pleasure on his face. It took a moment to notice she was looking at him and he said the word, "Good." as if he was somewhat out of breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 04:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya tried to hide her triumphant smile; she felt quite accomplished already, for there was no denying that she was definitely doing something right.<br><br>"Now to the hard part," she thought, giggling at her unintentional pun.&nbsp; She had no experience with fellatio, and her gag reflex wasn't used to the act; nevertheless, she made her first attempt at taking his shaft in her mouth, trying to not scrape the flesh with her teeth.&nbsp; She <em>had</em> heard that was something any mindful girl ought to avoid at least.&nbsp; The redhead can't take the whole of his cock in her mouth at once, of course, but she manages to at least remain persistent, bobbing her head up and down what she can swallow, reaching a hand to massage his balls later as an afterthought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 05:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue couldn't chuckle but his wit remained, "Indeed." As she went up and down he began to react quietly, obviously pleasured, and as she began to get faster he started to gasp a bit. His hands went to her head as she bobbed up and down, not so much to control her as to get a good grip on her hair, to retain some sense of control. He let out his first full blown moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 22:03:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A thrill raced down Enya's spine both at the sensation of Jetue tugging at her hair and the sound of his moan.&nbsp; She decided to keep doing what she was already doing, and wrapped her lips tightly around his member to maintain her suction.&nbsp; Realizing she enjoyed the feeling of his cock in her mouth, she gave his dick a few flicks with her tongue, toying with the head.<br><br>There was a corresponding wetness beginning to dampen her skimpy panties, and she fought the urge to touch herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 01:01:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue moaned again as she began to suck and lick harder, and began to push her head further down gently. As she continued to go, faster and harder, he came suddenly in her mouth letting out a long groan when he finished. "You learn fast." He sat up slightly watching to see her reaction. And watching to see her, still quite the sight in her lovely ensemble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 01:15:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enya was surprised by Jetue's orgasm.&nbsp; She wasn't truly sure how long it would take, but the experience of feeling his seed fill her mouth was certainly a novel one nevertheless.&nbsp; She swallowed dutifully as instructed, finding the taste a bit strange and slightly unpleasant, but not unbearably so.&nbsp; It was by no means as foul-tasting as many medicines she'd been forced to drink as a sick child, whose taste she'd long since decided was the worst imaginable.<br><br>"Thank ya, Mistah Faban."&nbsp; Enya stayed on her knees, a happy - if somewhat dazed - smile on her face. She was pleased with herself for accomplishing the task - with praise, no less - but still a bit unsure how she'd done it in the first place. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 21:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Still, I think you could use a lot of practice." He said it less in a critical way and more in a breathy tone that implied she would be performing the act often. "Now then, tell me what you want in return." One of his hands came down from her hair to slid gently across her face, caressing it as he asked and making it clear the sort of thing he wanted to give.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 23:45:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, 'practice makes perfect,' so some in Birne say at least."&nbsp; Enya giggled.&nbsp; "You're a true gent t' give a lady somethin' in return, hm?&nbsp; But I do remember ya sayin' your mouth was good for more'n just talkin'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 01:28:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed, it is good for many things. But if you can't say what you want then I'm afraid I'll have to play innocent." Jetue took hold of her and swung her so she was underneath him, "So I'm afraid I don't have the slightest idea what you're implying, being a gentleman and all." He was teasing her, obviously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 19:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling as she was swung and repositioned, Enya played coy - though, in truth, it wasn't much of an act; she actually was still feeling a bit modest when faced with an unfamiliar situation.<br><br>"Well, Mistah Faban, seein' as 'ow you're such a gentleman, would ya be so kind t' a lady as t' return the favor - do fer me wot I done fer you?&nbsp; Same idea, at least."&nbsp; The redhead was fairly aroused, the act she'd just performed wetting her thin panties, and she desperately wanted Jetue to touch her, in any way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 00:07:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue rolled his eyes, she still had much to learn, but any view of that was covered as he sunk lower with his kisses. He started where her neck met her body and began moving down, stopping between her breasts to plant a kiss on each, then moving further and further until he planted a kiss right in the wetness of her panties. "Now, then, tell me again what was it you wanted?" Something she would have to learn, and which basic conditioning could enforce.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 00:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed clear that Jetue was going to force her to be more vocal and direct, something that inexperienced Enya certainly wasn't going to relish, but it appeared that she had no other choice if she was to have what she do desperately wanted.&nbsp; A fierce blush colored her cheeks, and she was thankful he couldn't see her face as she stammered out her request, the words difficult to conjure.&nbsp; Giving voice to her desires made them seem all the more lurid, but the brief kiss of his lips against the wet cloth of her panties was all the encouragement she needed.<br><br>"Please, sir, would....would ya lick my....my pussy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 22:08:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good." He said. She couldn't remain a blushing, innocent maid forever. She would need to become comfortable with herself, her desire, and her sexuality. He gently hooked his thumbs into her panties and slid them down, over her legs, and off of her, then threw them to the side. He kissed again in the same place he had before and then used his tongue to run up and down the lips of her pussy, before thrusting it in and using his hand to stimulate her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 04:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her skin tingled with desire and excitement where his fingertips trailed down her hips, removing her panties, and the redhead beauty gasped in surprise when she felt his tongue on the lips of her pussy.&nbsp; It was such a new, thrilling sensation: so gentle and yet...so intense at the same time.&nbsp; Enya squirmed, her wet juices coating her lips and dribbling freely from her entrance.&nbsp; Desperate for something to do with her hands, she reached up and began to toy with her heavy breasts, tweaking one hardening nipple between her fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 00:06:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue gently brought his other hand up to her leg, both to keep it out of the way and keep her in place as he gently fucked her with his tongue. He buried his face a bit deeper in her cunt as his hand's attentions to her clit began to grow more intense. He let there be a build up, wanting to see at what point she fell over the edge into orgasm. As he continued on, he could feel her juices on his face. He was undisturbed by this, of course, having fully expected it, but was very pleased by the squirming she did, even as he kept her from moving too much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 08:17:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was maddening, and Enya felt as though her knees would buckle at any moment and that she should succumb to the intensity of the pleasure Jetue was bringing her - one so novel and somehow incomprehensible on a mental level.&nbsp; She felt so disconnected from her own self; all her focus was on the feeling of his tongue and hand on her pussy, and, yet, at the same time, it seemed as though it wasn't really happening to her, that she was watching it from afar.<br><br>She therefore barely realized it when her hands moved downwards to grasp his head and pull him closer to her wet slit, subconsciously ensuring that his eager tongue-fucking wouldn't stop without her permission.&nbsp; The redhead entwined her fingers into his hair, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and she let out a breathy feminine gasp, squirming and bucking against him as she reached her peak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 05:13:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jetue felt her begin to shudder and realized he had finished. He smiled and ceased, pulling back slightly to observer her shuddering and his handiwork. He didn't have to push too hard against her hands just to get a view. He watched her squirm and gasp and his smile grew wider. He waited for the first signs to die down and then began to crawl so he was over her, kissing her with her as he went up before ending at her neck where he bit her lightly. "I will teach you not just what you can do to men, but what you might want men to do to you. I take it you enjoyed that?" He went up again and then kissed her on the lips, "Or do you wish to simply turn in for the night?" He was not being wholly serious on the last note.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Clerk and the Baker (Sure &amp; ambrosial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 07:28:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The flush on Enya's cheeks had increased, and she let out a contented sigh as her pulse rate slowly began to steady slightly in the glow of her orgasm.&nbsp; She tasted herself in Jetue's kiss and returned his smile, hers a little lazy but pleased, and reached up to run a hand through his hair. "Mmm, an' a good lesson it was ya taught me, sir. I did enjoy it."<br><br>She grinned. "You're askin' that question like you yerself 'ave different notions for wot you'd rather do than 'jus' turn in."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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