A Wicked Renaissance Wench, Part 5

Ashley bourgeoned. She swiftly developed personality. She discovered a will of her own and wishes of her own that were not everlastingly entwined with the will and the wishes of Cheluva. She was petted by Jack Nocutingles - especially at bath time, spoiled by Alice Nocutingles - especially at dinner time, and devotedly attended by Stykurtongupmeyahs Ubonerbaton - especially at bed time.

They encouraged her whims and laughed at her follies, while she developed the pretty little tyrannies that are latent in all pretty and delicate uptown whores such as washing and drying her used sanitary napkins in the back yard for all to see.

Her environment acted as a soporific upon her ancient desire always to live with Cheluva. This desire no longer prodded her as in the days of her companionship with Haesuc Ehrtets. The more she saw of Haesuc Ehrtets, the more certain she had been that she could not live away from Cheluva. The more she saw of Stykurtongupmeyahs Ubonerbaton, the more she forgot her pressing need of Cheluva.

  Ubonerbaton likewise did some forgetting. He confused superficiality with profanity, and entangled appearance with reality until he accounted them one. Ashley Madison was different from other Whores. There was no masquerade about her. She was real. He said as much to Mrs. Nocutingles, and more, who agreed with him and at the same time caught her husband's eyelid drooping down for the moment in an unmistakable wink because he definitely yearned Ashley as his own mistress.

  On the eve of New Years Day, Ashley Madison received a letter from Haesuc Ehrtets that was somewhat different from his others. In the main, like all his letters, it was pathological. It was a long recital of symptoms and sufferings, his nervousness and loss of erection, his sleeplessness and bedwetting, and the state of his heart when he orgasmed. Then followed reproaches, such as he had never made before. They were sharp enough to make her weep, and true enough to put tragedy into her face. This tragedy she carried down to the breakfast table. It made Jack and Mrs. Nocutingles speculative, and it worried Styk, so he couldn't get proper erection either. They glanced to him for explanation, but he shook the head of his penis.

  "I'll find out to-night," Mrs. Nocutingles said to her husband.... (Go to Part 6 of a Wicked Renaissance Wench)