The Sex Trader

[Graybread]

This story takes place sometime during the reign of King George IV, 1762-1830. The eldest son of George III and Charlotte Sophia of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, by the age of 17 he had become, as he said, “rather too fond of women and wine”.
It is during this time the Lord William of Hackberry becomes a purveyor of young beautiful women to the Lords and Ladies of pre industrial Europe.
Born as Bill Clarke of Downing shire, the third son of a shoemaker, he learned early that the wealthy and the Aristocracy would pay well for their pleasures, especially their sexual pleasure.

Lord William sat at his desk drinking a glass of wine, and reading the letters for new acquisitions. Two new girls would be needed, according to the letters. He had a couple in mind that he thought would work just fine. He had recently met The Baroness Felicity Slackville, at that stinking dog show. The only reason for going was in hopes of meeting someone just like the Baroness. Someone with money and willing to spend it on his or her sexual appetite. He wasn’t quit sure what the Baroness was looking for though?

He had two girls who’s training was almost complete right now. Harry and George had done a good job with them, and he had enjoyed both the girls himself. They were due to be picked up by there new owners within the week.

He always used George for the initial break-in, so to speak. With his massive build he was a good first start for the new girls. He always took him when he went to ‘Aguirre’ more goods. Just his size was intimidating to most young girls, and any male family members that might try to stop them.

Harry, on the other hand, was a little more subtle, a little more refined in his technique with the girls. He was not afraid to use ‘the paddle’ when necessary though.

His attention turning back to the letters, lets see there is that feisty grounds keepers daughter. She would fetch at least 5,000 pounds or more, if they could train her without breaking her. What was her name,….Mad, Made, Madelaine Bouvier that was it. Then there was the little peasant girl, Hotaru. She was a sweet little thing, just right for the dalliances of a Fine Lord or Lady.

He rose from his desk, “Time to get going,” he said to himself. He knew where to find both George and Harry, playing with the merchandise. He’d leave Harry behind this trip, to take care business, just in case the owners of the new girls showed up. George he would take with him. He went down to the lowest level of the manor. “George,” he yelled. “Get the coach ready, we’re leaving.”

 

[vbabe2001]

- Hotaru's youthful violet eyes looked out of the window, focusing on the brillant day that laid ahead of her...

Her father was out of town, leaving the young peasent by herself... soaping up the floors and cleaning the chimney had been some of the numerous duties left for her..

She tied her loose navy black hair back with a kercheif and bent over the sink, working to shine the dusty surface.. she wanted her father to be pleased when he got home.. -

((ooc: Sorry for the short post, i just needed to get it started. ))

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Big Georgie":

"Aye, m'Lord. Right away sar," he said then turned and left the study.

Outside he hailed the stableboy, "Robert, hitch the team ta the coach. 'is Lordship and I'll be going right away."

To speed up the process Georgie went over and grabbed the tongue and pulled the coach over closer to the barn facing out so the horses just had to be backed in and hitched.

That done he went inside to finish packing his necessaries and some 'tools' of the trade with included two "branks" and other items he'd found useful.

Into each boot top went a wide cutting blade and under his coat, behind his back a longer stabbing blade. Up front one of the horse pistols his Lordship had supplied and that Georgie was getting passing proficient at shooting, although it was a bit slow in reloading still. His final weapon was the blackthorn walking stick with the brass ball on top that took the place of his old cudgel now that he wasn't working the slums anymore. Had to look more like a gent now.

 

[Azalea]

Baroneess Felicity Slackville

in a letter penned to Lord William, delivered by hand:

My dear Lord William,
I was delighted to make your acquaintance the other afternoon, and feel that I was rather vague about my interest in your fascinating enterprise. Let me be a bit more specific, if you will indulge me.
I am hoping that, in your extensive travels, you might find for me a pretty young woman who is willing to favor another lady with her intimate companionship. I realize that this is an unusual request, sir, and I hesitated to make it. But I have been assured by someone in a position, shall we say, to know, that you will not be shocked by this.
I am willing to pay whatever price you set for such a young woman. I would prefer her to be versed in certain gentle arts, such as music, literature, or painting. I would, of course, prefer her to be slender of figure and comely of feature. I would also prefer her to be a virgin, although I would accept a girl with some limited experience in matters of love, provided she had not been used much.
I will be eagerly waiting for some word from you concerning my request. You may send me such word by this same messenger, and Iwill come directly when you have found a prospect.

I remain, respectfully,
Lady Felicity, Baroness de Slackville

 

[PtyLips]

"....and you will finish that! I don't want to hear no more! I'll be back within the hour. So behave, and make sure all the chores are done upon fathers return."

Madelaine stormed out of the house. Late again. As always. Why do these little ones have no sense. They know quite well, that I still have to runs those errands in town for father, and yet they make it difficult.

Daydreaming and not watching where she was going she ran off into the nearby town. Somewhere aware that running wasn't the proper way for a lady, but ...hell. All those dumb boys around here, fancying her looks...who cared to be the proper lady for them.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

Lord William paced in front of the carriage house. Once he had the thrill of the hunt flowing in his veins he was eager to get on the road. He was not sure anymore if it was the actual sale of the merchandise or the procurement that excited him more. He glanced into the carriage house the coach was almost ready. He had had the coach special made to fit his needs. There was an extra space under the coachman’s seat and behind the back-facing seat that was large enough to fit three women side by side. The back-facing seat folded down to allow access to the space; otherwise, the coach looked normal in every way.

As he paced he noticed someone walking in the lane to the Manor house. He turned to yell at George, but the man was busy with the coach. He decided to see who it was himself. He checked his pistol in his belt, laid his hand on the pommel of his sword, and walked toward the intruder.

It was a ‘darkie’, a young black man. “You there,” he yelled, as he approached the lad. “You’re trespassing on private property. Be off with you before you find yourself in a cell, or hanging from the gallows. I’ll not put up with trespasser on my property,” he said as he drew his sword, the steel glinting in the sun.

 

[zilly]

The strapping around my chest made my breathing short as I walked in the heat of the summers day. My feet were hurting and I was hungry, the thirst was the worst though, my throat was dry and sore, my water bottle empty by my side.

I was un used to the tightness of the britches I was wearing, my long flowing skirts lost as I escaped him, the monster who had tried to take that which is most precious to a girl.

The mans clothes had kept me safe since I had stolen them, ucomfortable as they were.

The manor house seemed to go on forever as I trudged the lane, then suddenly a man appeared, I slowed and pressed myself to the hedge to half hide, unsure what to do as he approached me.

His hand was on his sword, I could not understand him properly as he shouted, the word darkie was clear though, I trembled as he came closer.

I had to keep reminding myself that he thoght I was a boy. Inside I felt like a vulnerable girl.

My mother had kept me protected while I grew up in this strange country. As my body developed she had made me wear loose clothing to hide my curves and to go round shouldered so that my full pointed breasts were as hidden as possible. She had taught me to bind them tightly.

Now with his sword glinting I felt as I had the night the captain had burst into our room to catch me standing naked in front of the fire as I stepped from my bath, his eyes devouring me as my mother covered my shiny wet blackness with the towel.

"deliver her to my room later, you have kept her well hid, but now she is ready" he had growled as he left the room.

So it wa that I found myself disguised an alone, facing this new monster.

I could feel the perspiration form wetly on the shiny blackness of my forehead, my heart betaing strongly as he stopped a few yards away. He looked me up and down.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

Lord William looked the darkie up and down. “Speak up lad,” he said loudly. “Ya cower like a girl. Why be ya on my property? If you’re here for stealing, I run ya through where ya stand. Step out here where I can see ya.”

Lord William held his sword at the ready as the young black man stepped away from the hedge, eyeing him for any hidden weapons. Seeing that the lad was unarmed, he lowered his sword.

“I ask ya again, why ya be on my property,” Lord William said in a gentler voice. “Ya lookin for work? Matters not, ya be here now, ya will work, like it or not. Look awful frail for a stable boy though, maybe a scullery lad. Git yer arse to the house lad, before I run ya through,” he said, indicating with his sword and a tilt of his head.

The lad understanding the motions started for the house.

“Annette,” Lord William yelled as they approached the house. “I got ya a new scullery lad.”

Annette emerged from the kitchen door, her hands covered with flour. She looked the lad up and down, smiling at him. “Come on young man,” she said, “We’ll find a place for ya.”

“George,” Lord William yelled. “Are we ready to ride? Times a wasting, we got merchandise to nap, let’s be going.”

 

[zilly]

“I ask ya again, why ya be on my property,” Lord William said in a gentler voice. “Ya lookin for work? Matters not, ya be here now, ya will work, like it or not. Look awful frail for a stable boy though, maybe a scullery lad. Git yer arse to the house lad, before I run ya through,” he said, to me,

I dare not speak, I was suddenly afraid he would tell by my voice that I was not a 'lad'

I started in the direction of the house, feeling his eyes on me.

“Annette,” Lord William yelled as we approached the house. “I got ya a new scullery lad.”

The woman appeared shaking the flour from her skirts and looking me up and down.

I decided to keep my voice low, or pretend not to know the language perhaps?

At least I will feel safe with a woman and away from that fierce looking man with his sword.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

He was just leaving his room when he heard Lord William call out from the yard so bag in one hand and walking stick in the other Big Georgie hurried down the stairs and turned down the hall leading to the kitchen and the back door.

He entered the kitchen and saw Annette, the head cook, entering trailed by a nigra lad.

As he strode out of the door to meet His Lordship at the carriage, the nigra lad accidently bumped into Georgie as he stared up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, things Georgie was used to seeing.

However, the bump knocked the loosely gripped bad from Georgie's hand and it fell to the stone floor with a muted clatter.

Georgie spun and one, now empty, ham sized hand closed on the front of the lads shirt. It was used to jerk him from his feet into the air. Georgie shook him like a terrier shakes a captured rat as he said, in a voice so deep it had to have come all the way up from his toes, "Wot the 'ells wrong wit ya. Can't ya watch were yer going?"

The shaking continued as Georgie said, "Now pick up me bag and gimme it so's I kin join 'is Lordship nigra."

Georgie was about to release the lad when it became unnecessary. The shirt had never been meant to take the abuse of having a body, no matter how slight, shaken in it and the fabric split down the back dumping the lad onto the floor in a heap.

Georgie bent to grab the lad when he spotted the breast bindings and leaned his walking stick against the door jamb and used two hand to pick "him" up again before he had a chance to react to being discovered.

"Well, well wot have we got 'ere," Georgie said as one hand ripped the breast binds off the "lad" freeing two succulent breasts capped by dark nipples that were ringed by areola a bit lighter then the dark flesh of her tits.

Georgie spun her around and gripped both of her arms from behind and pulled them back as he lifted her effortlessly off her feet into the air again. This pushed her tits out to the fullest and he stepped onto the stone path carrying his 'discovery' calling, "Yer Lordship, I thinks yer needs ta come 'ere a minute and see wot I've discovered."

He'd only taken two steps when Lord William approached up the stone walk saying. . .

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

“George, what’s all the commo….,” William began, stopping in mid sentence, as he eyed the bared teats of the darkie. “Well… what have we here? My scullery lads a lass, ay? Wha’cha be up to girl?” He said, pausing to give her time to speak. She remained silent, looking down. William grabbed her teat and squeezed hard, and laid his other hand on the hilt of his sword. “Speak up wench, for I cut it off.”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

As he listens Georgie moves closer until he's pressed against her ass to hold her firmly in place and to allow him to look over her shoulder at what His Lordship is doing.

As the fingers sink into the dark skin of her tit Georgie licks his lips and lil Georgie rears his head to press and nuzzle against the tight ass cheeks.

 

[Graybread]

sorry wrong spot

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

I was bringing up water from a nearby well. John was being his usual way. Grabbing my ass and making lewd comments. I slapped his hand away.

"I said ta kee yer maulin 'ands off me." Getting angry that I am behind in my chores.

John grabbed my hand and put his other hand on my ass. "Quit fightin me"

I hit him in the head with the bucket and watched him fall. I ran... I had to escape before something else happened. Like he really beat me or took me to bed.

I was part way down the roadway heading towards the church. Surely I would be safe in the church. I fell once and swore that I heard the pounding of horses hooves. I scrambled off the roadway to avoid being trampled by the oncoming beasts.

 

[PtyLips]

Madelaine

The weather was quite nice a Madelaine made her way back to her fathers grounds. She needed to hurry home to tend to his needs. He would be home soon, expecting his meal all prepared. "Hopefully he will not have returned, yet. He will be quite upset. "
Mrs Smith held her up much longer as needed, when she just wanted to buy a few pieces of ribbon. Celia, her sister had once again torn her dress at school. Mrs Smith was a very nice lady, but she loved to gossip quite well, and with Madelaine not living in town ... well, it always took her a while to catch up.
Also Mrs Smith shared her secret love for romance novels, and once again had her borrow a book she just finished. "I surly wonder, where she always receives this supply of books from." Madelaine knew her father would have her send to the convent if he'd ever find out that she indulged in reading this kind of literature, if you wanted to call this. But Madelaine loved them, all full of love and romance. The helpless young princess getting saved by the handsome man, sweeping her off her feet, riding off into a life of freedom and bliss. She blushed, thinking about whatelse was described in those books, passion and kisses. "People don't really do this kind of things, but I guess that is why writing is an artform, 'ey? Making up things, creating them in your head."
She hid the book underneath her closing, as she ran the last steps home. She already knew, that she would distance herself from the house tonight, to read a few pages as she always did. Hidden in her own little hiding spot behind the barn.
"I have returned! Is anybody here?! Father? Cecily? Marque?"
"Madelaine! A lady of your upbringing does not raise her voice. When will you ever learn to control yourself?"
"Yes, father!"

 

[zilly]

zilly

It all happened so fast, the commotion, the big man coming in an out shouting.

I,m trying to shrink back out of sight when I bump into the strange man, the air is knocked out of me as he grabs me and lifts his face pressed to mine, his wild eyes staring.

I feel his hot smelly breath on mine as his grip tightens on my clothes, and a feeling of release as my bindings tear and I fall to the floor.

I feel the cool air on the skin of my breast as I see his eyes move down my exposed body, his eyes narrow as he realises what he has seen, too late my hands reach to close the small gap in my bindings.

Too late, he grabs and pulls open my torn clothes his eyes all over my unrestrained breasts, as I look down I see my nipples so long pressed flat and confined start to fill and stiffen before his eyes, I could see him stare, facinated like a boy pulling wings off a fly, as the swelled black and long in the cool air of the kitchen.

Picking me up effortlessly with my arms pinned behind my back I am propelled back out of the kitchen into the bright sunlight, my breasts thust forward, from being hidden so long they now seem enormous as I am revealed to the masters eyes.

“Well… what have we here? My scullery lads a lass, ay? Wha’cha be up to girl?”

As he spoke his hand closed around my breast, squeezing it in his hot hand, his son face was close pressed to mine as he watched, I felt something big and hard pressed against my bottom, his stick I suppose, please don't beat me with it, please.

"Get off me, let go" I shouted as I struggled and kicked my legs swinging free as he held me effortlessly off the ground.

 

[Azalea]

Lady Felicity

The Baronness de Slackville had not yet heard from Lord William, and she found the tension building up inside of her unbearable. She determined to visit his establishment to speak with him personally.

Riding there in her personal closed carriage, she felt a turmoil of mixed emotions. Her husband, the Baron was so often gone on extended trips to the continent....for business, he said, though she had little knowledge of or concern for that. She found herself alone for months at a time, and her lonesomeness was more than she could stand.

The rocking motion of the carriage made her a bit dizzy, and she pressed her back into the seat, closing her eyes and letting her imagination take flight. Her fantasies of late hasd taken an unusual turn, whiich had disturbed her at first, but she found them impossible to put aside.

She imagined herself slowly disrobing a nubile, young maiden, revealing her body and touching her as she did so....fondling her breasts, her nipples....running her hands down along her flanks till her fingers found her soft hair and mound.....walking them down until they fondled her cunnie.
In turn, the maiden would unlace her bodice and place her mouth on her nipples and suckle her softly.

Such thoughts filled Felicity's dreams, sending her into feverish desire, and she wondered if Lord William would be able to help her.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle DuMour

In the early hours of the morning she appears in tears and in tattered clothes, perhaps a runaway from a merchant ship. She looks very odd as her ivory skin is shunned by the locals that feared that she may be a bad omen of some kind of tragedy that is forecomeing. Her frosted blue eyes glanced about as she wandered from village to village until she had reached the small church at the edge of the city.

As the morning dew collects and she lies exhausted at the steps unbeknown to her that this church is rarely visited since the last priest passed away some time ago. She weeps at the steps of this forgotten place. Seeking shelter from the pain of her recent misfortune.

Since Lord William's is not from the old church. It's bell though cracked and feeble can be heard.

Annette looks towards the abandoned church and remarks, "Ill winds to make that church bell ring or someone is there."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wink and a smile* Well done Chantelle.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

“Ill winds to make that church bell ring or someone is there,” Annette said, looking toward the neglected church a half mile down the road.

Lord William looked in the direction of the church, then back to the half-naked girl. “That a signal lass? That be your partner waiting at the old church?” he said, glaring at the girl. She remained silent. “George, throw her in a cell until I find out what’s going on. Then I need you to take the coach and be on the road without me. You know where the merchandise is, pick them up, and bring them back…unharmed please. They represent a lot of money, I need them alive and fit, and don’t kill anyone either.

He watched George drag the black girl to the doorway leading to the lower levels, the training rooms, as he called them. He strode over and mounted his horse, pulling the reins hard to the right, he spurred him into action. He would find the black girls partner waiting at the church, he was sure. He raced down the road to the church, slowing as he neared the gate. Turning into the gate, he drew his pistol. Much to his surprise, he sees a young ‘albino’ girl, cowering on the church steps. Quickly, his mind tries to calculate her worth. He can’t believe his fortune, first a black girl and now a white one, a very white one. Reining to a stop, he dismounts, and ties the horse to a branch.

“Lass,” he says gently, slowly approaching the girl. “Are you hurt? May I be of any help?” Kneeling down beside the girl, he reaches out to touch her shoulder. She cowers away, afraid. “It’s alright lass,” he whispers softly. “I want to help you.” She looks up at him with fear in her eyes. He gently strokes her long white hair, smiling at her. “Please let me help you, I live just down the road. I have food and water there. You look hungry and tired. Would you like to rest. I won’t hurt you. You can stay at the Manor, we have plenty of room. What’s yer name lass?”

“Chantelle…, Chantelle DuMour,” she whispers, tears forming in her eyes as she looks up at her savior. The fear leaving her face, she stretches out her arms to him, and he bends to pick her up.

”A black and a white,” William thinks, “in the same day. If I could sell them as a pair, I could fetch a very handsome price. Salt and pepper,” He smiles to himself

He gently holds the girl as he carries her back to his horse, placing her behind the saddle. He mounts the horse and walks him out the gate. She wraps her arms tightly around his waist. As he passes the fence line and nears the hedgerow, he sees a face, hiding, but peering out from the branches. Thinking this must be the black girls’ partner. As he approaches, he draws his pistol again. “Hold,” he says loudly, “come out for I put a ball in yer brain.”

“Please, Sir, don’t shoot,” said a feminine voice, “I’m coming out.” She crawled out from the bushes to stand in front of Lord Williams’ horse.

Surprised, but still not sure, William said. “You be the black wenches’ partner?”

“No Sir,” she said, in a not so timid voice. “I don’t know any black wenches, I’m a run away.”

My God,” William thought, “there falling from the sky today.”

“A run away, hey,” he said, his eyes taking in the red hair and blue eyes, stopping on her ample bust. “I’m Lord William of Hackberry, I own the Manor just down the road. Ya be looking for work, lass?” he asked as he belted the pistol. “I could use another lass around the Manor.”

“Work….Yes sir,” she replied, smiling up at him.

“Come aboard then,” he said, extending his hand down to her and swinging on behind the Albino. “This be Chantelle, what’s yer name lass?”

“Jubilee Sir,” she said, settling in behind Chantelle.

William walked the horse down the road, not believing his luck. ”Three women in one day and George going after two more,” he thought. He met George coming down the road on the coach.

“Happy hunting,” he yelled as he waved to the wide-eyed man.

 

[Azalea]

As Felicity's carriage wound its way up Lord William's long drive, she could see a large manor house of grand styling, with well-manicured lawns. Looking through her carriage window, she saw several people seeming to be in some sort of confrontation, and she wonderd if she had chosen a bad time to come.

Her carriage stopped, and her coachman hopped down to open her door and hand her down. She held her breath, and thought to herself, Lord, what have I gotten myself into?

She took her coachman's hand, and stepped down carefully, to find herself almost face to face with a strapping hulk of a man, rather fierce-looking and intimidating. This was not Lord William; her heart skipped a beat and she began to regret coming at all.....

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"Aye, yer Lordship. I'll put 'er in one o' the solitary cells fer now sar and be sure she's well fastened so's she can't 'urt 'erself none."

The girl is tucked under one arm and he carries her through the kitchen and into the study where he opens the panel that conceals the inside door to the 'lower training level' of the manor -the outside entrance is via a tunnel to the stables.

Ducking his head he enters and closes the door, the panel closes automatically when the door's shut, and walks down the dimly lit tunnel until he reaches the basement.

The vaulted arches show that the area is extensive and obviously, from the sounds of his grunts and the wenches little squeals, Harry is down here enjoying himself.

Georgie shifts the girl and sets her on the floor, his hand wrapped nearly all the way around her neckso he can carry so he can also carry a lantern.

He walks away from the sounds into another part of the cellars and stops before a heavy, solid wooden door with a closed viewing port and below a bolted hatch for access for food and water, if that's how it's to be delivered to the occupant or occupants.

Two heavy bolts are pulled open and the door is pulled to open it. Georgie pushes the nigra wench into the cell and ducks to follow her inside.

The lantern is set on a niche in the wall to illuminate the cell and its contents. There's single wooden bunk and the blanket on it, the 'slops' bucket and a pail of water.

"Now gurl off wit the pants or I'll take 'em off'n ya like the shirt come off," he says as he stands looking down at her cowering away from him. "And if'n I 'as to do it I won't be none to gentle about it."

She cowers and tries to curl into a ball in the corner of the cell, to no avail.

Georgie reachs down and pulls her upright and rips off the man's pants she had on leaving her naked. He lifts her by the upper arm and sits her on the bed.

A shackle is attached to one ankle and another to a wrist on her other side. Now she can reach the 'slops' bucket and the water as well as the bunk.

He gives her tits a nice grope and fondle, a bit of a squeeze and backs out laughing at her reaction.

He'd shaken the lantern and knows it's full so he dims it a bit so the oil will last longer and leaves it on the niche, well out of her reach, closes the cell door and slides the bolts home again with final sounding "thuds".

He heads back upstairs and reports all he's done to Lord William.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

He finds His Lordship has gone Georgie heads for the carriage and, as is his habit, makes sure the 'transport' areas are proper and all the hinges and locks work well.

He puts his walking stick and bag into the driver's footwell and heads out for Hotaru, the first Lord William said to "aquire", a Maddy or something like that will be next.

Georgie's barely on the way when His Lordship passes with two wenches on his horse with him, one with the whitest hair and skin Georgie's ever seen.

Tis a good thing that there were no bugs flying about for it there had been Georgie's open mouth may have caught one as His Lordship passed with a wave, big smile and good wishes for the day's hunting.

Several hours later the coach was off the road in a clearing in the woods near Hotaru's pesant hut and Georgie was approaching it on foot.

For all his size Georgie can move quietly, and surprisingly fast when needed, he reaches the side of the hovel with no windows and moves to where he can peer inside.

There's just one person inside. A small wench industriously cleaning.

Avoiding a window, Georgie walked to the door, standing very close so he couldn't be seen until the door opened, and firmly knocked on it thinking, 'Time to claim the first prize of the day and the one His Lordship said I could enjoy as I wished.' Lil Georgie stirred at the thought, especially after having fondled the nigra wench, but not being able to have enjoyed himself with her.

 

[vbabe2001]

- Knock, Knock.... -

Hotaru: "Papa? "

- Hotaru looked up from the sink, tilting her head as she heard the knock at the door... she didn't expect her father back for about 2 hours.. could he have been back so early? -

Hotaru: "Your home early Papa, just one minute!!"

- She quickly let her hair out of her kerchief, taking off the apron and rushing to the door... but before she reached to unlock it.. she remembered... -

Hotaru: ".. papa wouldn't knock... "

- She cleared her throat... -

Hotaru: "Um.. who is it?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"Yer Papa's been hurt. I was sent ta git ya lass."