'pon the discovery of the dynamic duo, I immediately confronted Mrs Slagg!
The old woman broke down and confessed that the evil married farmhand who got her "in the club", snatched one of the twins as she gave birth in the haystack. His own wife being barren and everything.
Being on the same estate and everything, the young girls soon got to know about each other, and played together often.
I grew weary of this sob story. "We don't have room for another servant!"
"With respect, Master Paul, Mrs AA is quite happy with the arrangement"
Oh Lord! And with Marjorie away at Cowes week, I really didn't have a leg to stand on!
"With respect, Master Paul, Mrs AA is quite happy with the arrangement"
Oh Lord! And with Marjorie away at Cowes week, I really didn't have a leg to stand on!
It meant I got the bed to myself of course. But not for long! "Crikey Girls! Can't you give it a rest?!"
But it seemed not! And the girls climbed on, full of gusto and girl-on-girl action! I became limp and exhausted!
But it seemed not! And the girls climbed on, full of gusto and girl-on-girl action! I became limp and exhausted!
As the days went on, I had to admit I liked Mara best out of the two of them, and I was happy to give her a good seeing-to on her own. Mary being sent out to Threshers for the weekly shop.
Bally decent to talk to too. Told me she would wait for the right chap before she got preg and all that sort of thing. Not dropping them all over the place, like her slovenly sister.
Bloody good head on her shoulders too. "Shouldn't you take your clothes off first, Master Paul?" - that kind of thing. Bloody good advice!
However, Mary soon got wind of this. And it was one thing to make a cameo appearance in the master's bed but.....
....and sadly, the tension between the identical sisters grew.
"I must move on, Master Paul," Mara said to me one morning, "It is not easy to work here anymore."
I begged her not to go, but Mara was adamant. She was going to work on a large estate in Norfolk, lots of good-looking gardeners and the like. I took her new address, and swore I would send for her if my TV pilot show took off. She would make a zippy producer!
I begged her not to go, but Mara was adamant. She was going to work on a large estate in Norfolk, lots of good-looking gardeners and the like. I took her new address, and swore I would send for her if my TV pilot show took off. She would make a zippy producer!
I sat outside in the garden for a few hours, despite the dodgy forecast. The truth was, I wasn't in love or in lust with Mara, I was in Like with her. And I felt I had lost a proper friend. I vowed to become a big TV star, so Mara could return!