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Mistress Quickly
I’m not stupid. I understand that in my time, the only way to rise above my station is by organising information well enough to be noticed and admired by those, particularly a potential spouse, to marry me in to wealth and respect. Even then, I am more likely to be laughed at than with.
And yet.
And yet I cannot help but want, want to be one of those who only works hard to keep sex interesting, whose days of hard work are so far behind them, only terrible, terrible misfortune could call them back.
Delivering messages for them is the best I can do at the moment. But hopefully one of the unmarried men I deliver for will take me...
Dr Caius is too annoying to be part of the question. Justice Shallow, perhaps. Slender is too much a fool, though a somewhat endearing fool at that. Could I seduce Parson Hugh out of celibacy, ha ha! The host is definitely my best friend, and the only one who understands my plight, though at least he has status enough to mock those around him without fear.
It is only embarrassing to die divorced, alone, and working still. I’m saving up money for myself and Doll, the best worker I know, and one I share all with, as she does with me, hence the praise for my...fantastic technique. (I make everone come with my tongue technology)