“So you said Ted,” Ernie agreed, “Eh up it’s twenty to, time we buggered off,” he said and he waved his flag and blew his whistle and the train gradually wheezed out of the station. “I need the practice,” Cinders admitted, “I’m going to be the best cock sucker in Yorkshire and marry a mine owner’s son!”
“You silly bugger,” said Anna, “They don’t want cock suckers.”
“Do if they don’t want kids,” Cinders said , “Crying and shitting all the time. Indian sex “You can be my northern mistress?” he suggested, “If that will do?”
“No,” she said firmly, “Wed or no bed.”
“Sir,” the Town Mayor insisted, “There is a queue.”
“Sod them, I’m trying to get my leg over here,” the prince exclaimed, “Tell you what, if I get you in the family way I’ll get cousin Willi to marry you.”
“Really?” Cinders agreed, “Lets get on wi it then, any idea how this thing comes off.”
They drew a veil over it, well orgies weren’t talked about much then, and Cinders or Christina had staggered naked into the Railway Hotel at three in the morning with the prince in hot pursuit and had demanded a room, which they had managed to find, albeit a single over the kitchens, and there four months later the prince finally succumbed to Christina’s persuasion and decided to nip back to London
