“Oh my.I thought I had killed you!” I declared. Mature sex “I knew you would see sense,” she replied and she slowly extracted her hand and spread her legs in welcome. “Does our love mean nothing?” the maid asked plaintively. “Please, call me Jane, after all we have been rather intimate,” Miss Rochester insisted. “She has her maid push her round in a bath chair Father, she is a damn cripple,” I snapped. “Oh that’s sooo lovely,” she cooed. “Please believe me when I say I did nothing,” I pleaded. I took Miss Rochester upstairs and do you know I believe Mother took Dawkins up to her room as well. “Are you going to give me the kiss of life?” she giggled. “Yes dear, apparently you indulged in rampant fornication on the path to Granton Top.” Mother snapped. “Miss Rochester, that is outrageous!” I declared.
