." She shook her head, "I have trouble imagining what it would be like."The social worker sighed. "There are a million more questions I could ask, I'm... afraid the detective or one of his people are going to ask most of them at some point in time. Jennifer," Jennifer looked at the woman. "I know you never meant to hurt your mother; there is blame enough for all here. It is important to speak up when wrong is being done, no matter how painful it might seem to be. But that's the judgment of those. I had to look twice. A crown stamped on the front ... a crown stamped on the back. (Reverse and Obverse for a purist) In 1648, two of them would be an experienced upstairs maids wage for a years service. Of course, you had to feed, supply her clothing and house her. But the wage was due after the year.“What’s it worth, Davy?”I held it in my hand ... ran my fingers over the surface ... like silk ... heavy like lead ... but no piece of lead felt like this.“Five pounds ... in 1648. Today? Upwards. She got home about eleven, crawled into bed with me, woke me up with a blow job and then we made love before falling back to sleep. The next morning over breakfast Wendy told me that she had enjoyed herself and the girls wanted it to become a weekly thing. Wendy told me that from then on Tuesday was going to be a "girl's night out." This upset me a little, not because I was against the idea, but because she hadn't even discussed it with me. Before we always talked things over before decisions. Long-legged women, blonde, redhead, brunette. Stockings, innocent-looking. Corsets, like a Mistress. Whores, made-up with cocksucking lips.I wandered confused, stoned and horny. I really shouldn't have had that third joint. But hell, I loved the feeling of being stoned. The ground was squidgy beneath my feet, propelling me on. I stopped at a bar, had a small beer to slake my thirst, then moved on, seeking...what?I walked past the whores. I knew I was fucking horny, wanting to get laid, wanting.