I have pressed Fanny into service at the school room today. I could not bear to be confined again, with Willie Stroker and his farmyard friends. Despite my vigorous ablutions I swear I can still detect the faint aroma of 'goat' in the air.
I have been forced to lie upon the chaise with the sun streaming on me through the parlour window and watch Harden Thicke at work in the undergrowth outside.
He noticed me observing him at one point and waved and pointed to his Dick poking out of his breeches.
The very picture of a man content with his lot.
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