Oh, sister 18. (Memoirs of Siobhan MacGeary iv)

Sexual desire is natural and human

And usually involves a man and a woman

So someone like me never expects

To be approached by one of the very same sex

And with such boldness like that o’ the punter’s wife

Hintin’ that variety is the spice o’ life

So what made me agree?

Well, there was that promise of double the fee

But there was also a strong curiousity

And that inner voice cajolin’ me

Whisperin’, “Go on, Siobhan. Try it and see.”

The law was strict in the Victorian times

Sexual immorality was one o’ the crimes

And if you were caught in the act with the same gender

Then avoidance of prison was extremely slender

So the woman and I had to be discreet

And the followin’ day we arranged to meet

It wasn’t too difficult gettin’ time off

I just feigned sickness and faked a cough

Robert thought that I was tryin’ to shirk

But allowed it if someone else did the work

I met her in the street early in the day

That was normally the time when the others were away

The girls would be at the market gettin’ in the grub

And Robert would be drinkin’ in the local pub

The woman I met was called Yvette

“Don’t fret,” she said to me. “This will be an experience you shall never forget.”

Although she was beautiful and had perfect etiquette

I worried that it’d be somethin’ I’d later regret

On the way to the house I felt excitement and dread

So many things were goin’ through my head

Like what exactly do women do in bed?

Would it be somethin’ I’d already surmised?

Or was I goin’ to be pleasantly surprised?

What if none of us were satisfied?

Or even worse, horrified?

I could have kicked myself for my premature concern

As there really wasn’t that much to learn

Initially I let Yvette take the lead

And soon it became apparent how to satisfy the need

There were times that I cried out with sheer delight

With hands on the bedhead grippin’ tight

I’d never felt those sensations before

And neither I imagined had many a whore

This was somethin’ new

And when I was able to satisfy her too

I almost felt guilty about takin’ her money

As I had tasted the sweetest honey

She lay with me after and we held each other tight

Everythin’ just felt so right

Until she got up in the middle o’ the night

Oh, Lord, I thought that I was goin’ to die o’ fright

When I heard the voice of Nerys

How much was it goin’ to cost for her to keep her peace?