HBergeron
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While the town's dandies all smiled at her concept of virtue.
She noted all their reactions in several indices variously titled Horndogs, Biddies and Hypocrites.
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While the town's dandies all smiled at her concept of virtue.
She noted all their reactions in several indices variously titled Horndogs, Biddies and Hypocrites.
They were listed, indexed, by preferences as well as sex.
Using the metric scale, she also noted the length and girth of those whom she had excited.
The largest of them tickled her fancy, and other places as well.
She used her sickles to reduce the grass verges so her para-more could meet her.
Once at the meeting place, she found herself surrounded by a dozen of her lusty 'clients'.
And later defended her subsequent behaviour as "performance art," and thus protected under traditions of artistic license and not at all an expression of sexual license.
The judge took that into account, and not wanting to be seen as anti-art, chose to be lenient, especially after a private 'counseling session' in his chambers.
He went even further in his written decision, praising her works since her intents in all her acts were purely altruistic and for the benefit of society.
However, as he addressed these matters verbally to the court, one could not ignore the titters from the men and the 'harumphs' from the women in attendance.
The wise ones, however, added extra bitters to their pink gins.
The whole sham about her sordid activities was exposed in the very next issue of The Village Tribune.
And her detractors were clearly shown to have hearts and souls as black as bitumen.
But her enemies were far outnumbered by the scores of gents with whom she had tumbled in the woods.
Her supports overwhelmed her enemies and humbled them, forcing them to grovel at her feet and beg forgiveness.
In spite of her domineering persona, this show of submission did bring a series of blushes to her face.
But not so for all the other hussies, who had nothing but contempt for such a show of weakness.
But she just laughs, having such superior beauty that it shields her from the cackling of those jealous hens.
And the way her breasts jiggle when she laughs brings delight to the men, and women, who adore her.
Dismayed at the harlot's indestructible popularity, the Puritanical biddies could do little but slither away, grumbling about the world's sad state of morals.
And our heroine just smiled and lithely sashayed home, shedding her clothes along the way.
Once she reached home, she opened the door to a dozen soldiers, as she often voluntarily billets military men for their 'company'.
And in her honor, the officers commissioned a noted artist to create a stabile featuring herself in various stages of undress.
Sadly, it was left in the stables and the mice got at it.